How could they be so cruel, / To hate themselves and the others? / Polluting and eroding the entire ecosystem…
Teke teke teke teke teke teke teke! / You hate poetry? I don’t even know how to write it but I think that when it’s odd like mine, then you just can’t hate poetry anymore. Well, except those lovey-dovey pieces you know… hehehe. No, and I’m not taking anything if you were wondering.
A bit of Deja Vu scattered about like the fallen leaves, / Covered the ground as far as the eye could see. / What meaning could I read in t…
Poetry/prose flights of feelings expressed through metaphors of perception
what is this love that i do know? / will the stars engulf me tonight? / the sun rises / and falls / the moon floats around us / the bright lig…
Give to the man of woe / Give to the one who knows / Give to the child that cries / Give to all who die
What do you think? What color would the ramblings of fools be? Or to put it into a ‘sixwordquestion’ – ‘fools ramblings would be what col…
Just pondering the idea that emotions, thoughts and words have color.
suddenly sit up and yell “Why the hell are they playing Chopin? I ordered Pink Floyd!!!”, / Shock, horror and disbelief fills the church…
Just letting the old brain out for a roam through its own world
No moment of time is ever spent / In the same way. / No minute is exactly the same / As the last. / Something is always changing / Life is a…
It’s more of a ramble than a poem. One spoken in the shower to a voice inside my head.
debate of the voices within…
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Scatty piscean, / Where is your soul… / Gone off swimmin, / Into the cold… / Trippa piscean, / Your heart it is bleedin, / The truth you’re…
All writing images poetry and lyrics copryright dimarie painter / MCN: CAFE8-6D13A-521C2 dont ask! mind was going too fast for the pen to keep up. does any of this mean anything? / maybe. maybe not. / sometimes I just write instead of draw. / And things like these come into existence.
Every word has its meaning… / and a glimpse into why i’m me… / But it all sometimes will get a jumbled, / In the flow of thought from me…
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A moment in time where feeling meets rhyme / And no matter how hard you think you may be / My tale will melt that heart wait n see…
has been a strange day / i’ve been to all sorts of places in my mind today… / this was one of them… All writing images poetry and lyrics copyright dimarie painter / MCN: C45F3-DB81F-04FDA
Rising away from the falling world / Turn as one, as nobody / At all, away / To think and plan / And possibly scheme / To wait and see / Better…
Another ramble poem, through the strange and twisted pathways of the non-poetic mind.
THE LOVE INSIDE OUR HEARTS
What would the world be like without all the materialism…and society…and popularity…all that stuff? ‘Cause if you haven’t realized …
Oh yay its my birthday today, / An annual anniversary, / A celebration of self… / If ones minds in good health… / Of the day I came into…
happy bday to me :)
Im a dweller of caves seeking solice from hype
Me
I saw my first sunrise on my twenty-fifth birthday.
More practice
Long wynd home against the deep, stretched snow / lying along the hill, clutching branches of lives even older / than these worn, cracked b…
A sequel to “Time Before”. Taken together they depict the passing of time from childhood to a very old age lived alone by the survivor of a life spent with a loved one now deceased but deeply missed and remembered. The focus is on change, but also on how, for the character, a long life is but a fleeting moment packed with memories that never fade. Inspired by the people who spared their time to talk to me during a period of reminiscence research I completed some while back in a remote, rural community in the Hebrides. NB. The word “tide” used in the last line is a colloquialism used in the north of England. It means guide/carry/protect. I’ve kept it in here, as I cannot think of an equivalent in formal English, that is, a word that carries the same complex sense. Most likely this use derives from seafaring, as do so many English words and phrases.
... / why is music so important / after all it is just sound coming from ones mouth or an object? / why are some colours are pretty an other…
... / if you have answers please let me know
It is said, before you can know a man, you must walk a mile in his shoes / I say, before you can judge a man’s religion you must slip off …
Sort of a freestyle ramble, partially inspired by Ken’s recent announcement of a piece about the house of prayer being under attack having been featured. Houses of prayer are always under attack, with words if not with swords. People tear each other down, so that they can stand on the rubble and call it a holy mountain. There is nothing holy about it, though. If it were holy, it would be built on teachings, not on destruction.
somedays i get overwhelmed / all the things / i must / should / want to do / yet never get around to / too busy / too tired / too stressed / at t…
so often… i am overwhelmed by the day to day junk i must do… yet never quite manage to do… for a plethora of reasons… today’s just one of those days… ever feel like that???
i’m standing here / in the cold / wondering why / i bothered coming out / even though happiness / is scattered all about / drinking and eating ...
Words to match this piece I shot yesterday.
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