wrinkles are the lines of life
haha. writers block today. mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?
You slip through my hands like grains of sand, / make your way back to your home. / Forever lost and now you’re a ghost, / in my memory I f…
Now I am free to express / The joy,
Here she is head to head / Hugging before she went to bed / Dreaming of her teddy bear / Always in loving care / Wondering about all th…
Leena ..Love photo Days That Slipped By / Please check out my friend Leena Hedman’s other awesome artwork and photos / on the RB /
Slipping away sadly through sight and sound / Forgetting the meaning of every verb and noun / Finding it more difficult each and every day…
Will time travel ever become a reality? / Outwardly we seemed confident but in reality we felt extremely nervous / In reality, human being…
Like people aimlessly flocking to the lights / Flying like moths
That may or may not be where they want it to be at any given time, however! Still, it’s hardly absent – if anything, It’s too many places…
never walking / slipping and sliding / don’t want to be found / i’m just hiding / walking in darkness / don’t want to be found / shhhhhh, no no…
women many times run and hide in fear of lovers or husbands because they have / much to fear..and often they fall into the same type of relationships over and over / again!!
The Secret Place / Where they hide / They creep and crawl / Slip and slide Between the rocks / And the crevices / They are secure / In…
Thank you, Laura!!!! / Please check out my friend Laura’s (Dawnsky2) other awesome artwork & writings / on the RB /
i sit, life rushing past me / I feel the sun on my bare shoulders, warming my skin / A slight breeze moves around me, circling me / playing …
inspired by shilo’s bench park poem ( thanks for the inspiration hun )
Archaic sounds – / simple yet complex in their / unification / of octaves. Root noise – / umbilicus song taught and / pristin…
This is a poem about how i’d much rather be surrounded by my own quiet; nature and all the wosdom she brings, than surrounded by artificial sounds, and temporal sounds.
Drifting on a pathway just / As I slip from my mind / Into another timeline / I can feel the soft kiss / Of the morning sun / With a purple s…
A whimiscal minds song into a place that is real but not real
We built this house with hopes of love / step by step, dove by dove. / Wood plank, brick and stone / beads of sweat, tears of soul. / Covered…
The home we live in was considered to be a summer house yrs ago.When we purchased this little bungalow it was gutted, no bathroom walls, floors tore up, no kitchen what-so-ever, the yard was also a nightmare, the house was empty for 4 yrs…I think you get the picture. Our familys thought we were crazy but at the time the housing market had sky-rocketed and the condition of the house made it affordable for us to purchase.We have done almost everything ourselves…plumbing, tile floors, kitchen cabinets, windows, pool decks, cabanas, gardens…you name it; its been done…lt was like a tropical hideaway. But there came a point in time where kids, work, family, everything seem to be in turmoil; all the time…the possibility of losing your home…everything you put your heart into… was a reality. I prayed everyday and thank God time passed and so did the troubles. But during that time I wrote this poem.On that note I would like to say that my heart and prayers goes out to all those that have lost their homes or are in danger of losing their homes because of shady mortgage companys, the state of the economy and the fact that our government does not care enough about us to do anything about it!
Wish time would stand still…
Delightful in your tiny pink silk slip, so fragile it looked as if it would tatter at my touch. I reach for your soft, silky skin. I want…
Suns gonna shine on high / in a while i’ll be feeling fine / in a while i will see / whats left of me / help me to find / the make believe me…
someday sometimes / Is a little too late
You never know what life means to you untill it is taken away. it hit me when my mum almost died when I was 15. I know cherish every more second I can spend with her. Without sounding godish. It is a blessing
i now understand what must be done…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
If I had a turning point / You’d pivot and I’d learn / If I saw into the light / Like a moth into a flame
If I had a turning point / You’d pivot and I’d learn / If I saw into the light / Like a moth into a flame
when it falls, it turns us white, / it looks so clean,it light the night.
a little ditty about snow(nothing more)
I look out of the window, / And what do I see? / Another change of season, / Another leaf falling from the tree.
A meditation on the passage of time in our lives…
i have yet to have someone listen to me…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available From: http://www.cafepress.com/byrongates.26516064
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