Something happened to my pink umbrella, baby
It was raining down from the sky
I felt ill, and wanted to die
My pink umbrella, baby
The sun was shining, baby
My pink umbrella lost itself
And I wanted to shine
emotions all over some page
Emotion's gonna lead me to an early grave
and all I get is a song
just a sound full of feeling....
but writing down feelings
and the sounds they go to
is one of the only things
I know how to do
the other is knowing just how to miss you
and die deep...
This little ambiguity just flopped out of my head and onto the floor...unfortunately, I picked it up and now I'm inflicting it on you poor, unsuspecting folks.
Let me also add, with the deepest apologies to my favorite poet of all time: Dear Robert, I may borrow your rhyme and...
She looks down at her weary hands.
They ache from the toils of the day.
For every day they lovingly hold many lives,
Gladly being the hand of love,
The hand of kindness,
The hand of patience,
And the hand of sacrifice.
Grateful to to give...
it seems a simple thing..
wasn't a Lamborghini, or a condominium...
A first-class trip to Paris, or even a county fair..
and if i were to tell him,
he probably wouldn't understand....
he said I should probably wash it.....
It smells a bit you see,
(and it does)
But it smells...
With patience, I wait till I'm no longer alive.
I have to be patient and live out my days.
God has a purpose, is all people say.
Yes, there are days when my life's full of bliss.
Days that I'm happy, content, and all this.
Days filled with love. I wouldn't wish it away...
had nothing in particular to say
he forced his stacked lines
and on occasion some rhymes
nothing in several shades of gray
He spoke of an illusive muse
and a starving white sea
things that never were
and things that used to be.
The word wielding ghost
remembers bouncing checks...
things they said, the THINGS they said!answers I so desperately seekchurn and burn and grind my souloscillating, spinning beyond my mind's controllay me bare, between the beauty and the darkdeeper and deeper and deeper I sinkdissecting and ripping and tearing and screamingmy...
With knife sharp words or slamming doors.
For any time I've caused you pain,
By shutting my life off again.
To you, I say I'm sorry for,
All the pain that you endured.
My words were harsh, reactions quick.
To close you off with one mouse click.
It's not your fault...
and took all my beer
The dishes the CDs,and eight tracks ,I fear
The laptop and flatscreen a mere prolog
To finding you also carried off the dog
You done me wrong you deflated my ego
Was that any way to say,Adios,amigo?
I spent all of thesse days in a semi on the interstate
and you with your gin
We planned to sail around the world
You wanted a boy, I - a girl
Somewhere, somehow - we lost our way
Or perhaps, I was just scared of my feelings
For I had never met one who could
Make my heart beat so wildly
Or cause me to lose my words...
earth and my heart sighs.
The blinding white day was filled with feverish red
activity and nothing was finished.
The navy of midnight embraces the warm golden
arms of you and I find peace.
--Written in 1989
and speeds up as it goes. It doesn’t stop for flailing arms, it drags them to and fro. It takes them through a misty house it leads them to their door. And when they’ve finally fallen out it pulls them in for more. Each time it leaves such awful scars on hopes it cannot hear...
I can't remember now if I took it because I thought it would be a "bunny" class or if it was required for my Early Childhood Education degree. Doesn't matter really. It turned out to be very significant.
The professor looked like a biker gnome: short, stocky, long white hair...
Time just passing by with the blues,
Filled with ups and downs and bad news,
What is before us, do we really get to choose?
Through all the pain and darkness we look for clues,
But most of the time we hear just boos,
Is it really all about paying just our dues?
and stretch upward.
Plump, golden, lovely in your simplicity.
You imagine that maybe, possibly...
You just might be beautiful.
You just might be important.
You just might be wanted.
But then, without notice...
You’re cut down.
You're absently trampled...
And then sad songs here, there and everywhere
Sad songs pouring from the sky
Like sugar in my manmade tea
How many raindrops, baby
How many sad songs for you and me?
Drink your tea
Drink your water and be happy, happy and free
What is a word
Without a voice
What is a thought
Without a feeling
I thought I knew
All I needed to
Until I realized
I didn’t know you
The way I want to
The way I dream of
Still here I am
…your next word
freedom to my eyes
to touch and hear and see and feel
without fear of fate or compromise
give me this moment to call my own
to give and take to appreciate or ignore
this moment alone is all I ask
and then one moment more.
Immoral, Impossible, God only knows
How tenors and basses, sopranos, altos
At service on Sunday are rarely the same
As those who on Thursday to choir practice came.
Unready, unable to sight read the notes
Nor counting, nor blending, they tighten their throats
Is it any good? Is it worth reading? Well i will let you all decide that for yourselves. Anyway, here's the poem and i call it:
Sand Castles on the Slope
Sand Castles stand
Tall and erect
Waiting to be seen
By the kid named Dave
Not to be wrecked
By a careless hand
Weary and worn out, I don't know where to begin,
The fading sun has left a lonely man with nothing more then a shadow of a grin,
Battered and bruised and often misused,
Forever left in darkness and often abused,
Life has no meaning with nothing to lose,
Time has made its...
We went to the supermarket....we needed two things...
Two innocent objects....but later we cringed.
Who would have thought......that two items together.
Would make people laugh....like the touch of a feather.
She had chafed lips.......and we were cooking a feed.
So off to the...
don't mock me with your tone. Don't sift through the mistakes I've made, don't ask me how it goes.
It seems to me you've seen it all, your fortunes well in tow. But you're blind to the most certain fact, there's always room to grow.
soo sad to be soo smart, but always fall for the line
knew it was wrong, but still tried to make it right
so i ended up alone ,needing you every night
the thing that hurts so bad also hurts soo good
my pain was my pleasure n u were the one that understood
Women who spit... poems read aloud and they were wonderful
The title put me in mind of a really old poem I wrote many years back and i found a version I typed up 27/06/2013 about my childhood self and an odd habit I developed one of many I must confess I called it 'spitting...
for the lark
He collects from the circle
and takes the walk
He's the fastest
and he has ID.
Soon the circle
will be comfortable
and somewhat blind
and the bottles will empty
and rabbit runs again
Stacked lines on bridge mounts
and graffiti on concrete revetments
When they write
Dis. joint. ed
Random flowery words
Space them like
Like a cluster that is meant to be
They call it poetry
Both of us
Hard for me.
I loved every
When to let go.
That I won't...
When it feels
It may be
Just be an
When it is
It's not an
It is a choice.
There is no
Someone whose integrity is just,
Honesty and truth always is a must,
If these qualities aren't mutual, everything will soon go bust.
Trust is earned over time,
Trust given willingly is just a plain crime,
A great friendship requires both to climb,
Friendships that last...
Since I've been driving a lot, I've been listening to the radio more. There are a lot of songs about drinking and some of them seem a bit dangerous -- in a sense, encouraging date rape. Lady Antebellum, for example, sing "It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need...