You were so special / Or maybe you still are / I can’t remember the difference / My mind hides when I think
A poem I wrote a few months back, continuing to vent my own frustrations at the emotions I hide.
You knew there would be times, / We would need…
A Poem written about my Gradfather when he passed! Oh how i still miss him….
We’d watch the sun set, there’s no regret / Taking pictures so we won’t forget / Oh what a way, to spend a day with you
A nice desire for a great day. / A light and tender thought of / someone special
You see I’m left standing here knowing I lost my last chance. / My soul I’d have to sell. / But I still wish you well.
You think you know your friends…. / / If you would like to listen to the song please click this link / It’s the last song on the list… / / Music is the theme for the July Melbourne writers meet / / Click here if you want to exhibit your work in front of more than 5,000 people a day for 10 days!!!
Light of day does nothing but break up the dew / Leaves remember sweet breath of the moon
We sang “The Gambler” all night long, / drank our two bottles, of bundaberg rum / Just like we used to, still brings a smile / Coz…. “We wer…
Many thanks toSandraEllen for her wonderful input without her this piece would have remained a vision in my head, Thanks Sandra! For my Brother Matthew who Sadly lost his good friend Simon in a tragic car accident just under a year ago. R.I.P Simon we have all missed you more than we knew we ever could. For Matthew, and for Simon. Work by Sandra here SandraEllen why, then oh why, can’t i / It may be contagious again Simon ... The Gambler by Kenny Rogers On a warm summers evenin on a train bound for nowhere, / I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep. / So we took turns a starin out the window at the darkness / til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak. He said, son, Ive made a life out of readin peoples faces, / And knowin what their cards were by the way they held their eyes. / So if you dont mind my sayin, I can see youre out of aces. / For a taste of your whiskey Ill give you some advice. So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow. / Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light. / And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression. / Said, if youre gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right. You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em, / Know when to walk away and know when to run. / You never count your money when youre sittin at the table. / Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done. Now evry gambler knows that the secret to survivin / Is knowin what to throw away and knowing what to keep. / cause evry hands a winner and evry hands a loser, / And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep. So when hed finished speakin, he turned back towards the window, / Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep. / And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even. / But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep. You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em, / Know when to walk away and know when to run. / You never count your money when youre sittin at the table. / Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done. You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em, / Know when to walk away and know when to run. / You never count you r money when youre sittin at the table. / Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done. Matthew BARGAIN hunters from the bush led the Magic Millions bidding war yesterday as hundreds of buyers snapped up potential champions at the yearling sales. More than 800 horses went under the hammer in the mid to lower range of the market as savvy battlers searched for diamonds. Brothers Matthew and Steven Park travelled down from Oakey for the annual Sunday sales with the hope of securing a bargain bay or a cheap chestnut yearling. They ended up paying $10,000 for a chestnut filly. “She’s definitely a bargain, but you will have to ask me in a year’s time whether she is a good investment,” said Matthew. Mr Park and his partner Samantha Vuksanovic run Symphony Lodge, a training school and vendor for prominent breeders Oakland Stud. Mr Park said he had grand plans for the filly and hoped to train her into a future Magic Millions champion. / “She is built like a tank but she looks like she can run,” he said. / Both brothers were impressed by the quality of the horses in the second half of the yearling sales. / “It’s great for the smaller operators to get a look in,” said Matthew. / “There’s still a lot of good quality stock which is well-priced and still within our reach.” / The brothers will continue bidding over the next two days.
You are the air I breathe and my reason for living, / You wake me with memories, / And comfort me in the stillness of the night, / Thank Yo…
Love poem and Thank You
I’m sometimes sullen, often shy, acutely sensitive, / My fear erupts as anger, I find it hard to give…
They never focused on lack / Or fear / They came together wanting / The best outcome for my years,
TO THE WOMEN WHO LIT THE CANDLES …YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.. I MADE THE ART A WHILE AGO FOR YOU WHEN I GOT THE JOB AND THE SPACE!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FROM THE BOTTTOM AND THE TOP OF MY VERY BEING!! / LOVE MY SISTAS HERE!!
And life was special. / When these two couples were together / John Black was contented / the sunset fading in the West.
Written For Twisted tales TTST41 – Prompt = Cross. Word count = 350
I feel it strange / sometimes / I let you read about / My life / My tragedies / My hurt / My hope / My love / My intricate thoughts / My curious …
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You’ve been right here all this time, / right under my nose. / A dear, sweet friend, / We see the world through similar eyes, / a man after m…
It’s so strange how the mysteries decide to open your eyes to things, things that once your eyes are open, are so clear, so clean, so obvious! It’s all in the timing a lover once told me years ago, and I have found it’s so very true. As you read this, you may be wondering why would someone risk a friendship, contemplate changing it into something romantic? Life is too short not to take risks! And if it’s a true friendship, it will remain regardless of whether those other sparks actually ignite or not. :o) Carpe Diem!!!!!!
and the only thing to compare you to / is the feeling of getting hurt.
july 31 / i wrote this for a person. / one of my art pieces goes with this poem. / http://www.redbubble.com/people/crossingcolors/art/3791271-2-darkness
We are family / not by choice / but by fate. / A roll of the dice / The deal of a hand.
This question comes to my mind every now and then ~ lately I have felt the urge to pen it, so I did. I feel I should make a personal note here: There are 8 children in our family, plus our mom (our dad passed 1-1/2 yrs ago). Sometimes (surprisingly enough, LOL) we don’t always get along. So when one or more of us cross that dark bridge, I just wonder if the friendship would still be there if we were not related.
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Your state of mind is tenuous / As balanced on a knife / And even efforts strenuous / To take control of life / May in the end just miss the …
Sometimes our hearts reach out but hands feel tied…
I do not fear you, Death
Two days ago I went to the funeral of a most remarkable lady. 92 years old and lived a full and generous life. Her name Hilde Knorr….author, artist, activist. After the funeral I went to visit my niece and her new born son. His name Archer. Full circle, so this poem was born.
Beneath hay we slept / Under the solace of moon / Stars stayed to keep watch / You beside me like a rock / We were grounded by our love Be…
Inspired by the beautiful artwork of Lorenzo Castello. Thank you Lorenzo! / Art / Music
I will take my skinless pear and eat it with brown sugar / And drink my coffee wrapped in my cloak of clouds
sometimes my fingers lose control and lose all connection with my logic
Today she bounced high enough to touch possibility.
A compilation of thoughts that can add up to one person … Or maybe not…Make of these thoughts as you wish. Do you have a particular thought you would like to redesign?
I saw your face through the computer’s screen, / Your friendly look was of someone I’ve often seen. / We might only know ourselves by keys …
To You My Precious Friend
Will you be my friend?? When I am me, / and… / You are you ? I will pick you up, / I will dust the dirt off of your jacket. You w…
For my friends:)
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What it’s like to be the recipient of a perfect strangers friendship and prayers
“There will be no more pain or suffering. / Only joy at the meeting of long lost friends… / When I finally see you again.”
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