Submissions by pdh431
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
5th Mar 2014 11:06am
5th Mar 2014 11:06am
Wheel of time.
And so the wheel of time turns.
And the whole of history returns.
A battle for secrecy.
A grim prophecy.
The never ending battle.
A tale to tattle.
But there for the profit.
Information to cosset.
We sow.
An arrow from a bow
We reap.
All of history to keep.
Though we rumour.
As to the future.
We can only guess.
For the world would be a mess.
Only three things are certain.
In life’s burden.
Birth, death, and tax.
These are the facts.
And so the wheel of time turns.
And the whole of...
And the whole of history returns.
A battle for secrecy.
A grim prophecy.
The never ending battle.
A tale to tattle.
But there for the profit.
Information to cosset.
We sow.
An arrow from a bow
We reap.
All of history to keep.
Though we rumour.
As to the future.
We can only guess.
For the world would be a mess.
Only three things are certain.
In life’s burden.
Birth, death, and tax.
These are the facts.
And so the wheel of time turns.
And the whole of...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Mar 2014 11:00am
5th Mar 2014 11:00am
Empathy
To feel.
What others feel.
To see how others see.
And never flee.
To know others pain.
Like a mental stain.
Like a train.
Going through the brain.
Elation.
At its very creation.
Pleasure.
In all its measure.
But what is of more import.
Is all the support.
That you can give.
To help others live.
To reduce the pain.
So its no longer a bane.
To encourage the creation.
To drive them to higher elation.
To feed that measure.
To greater pleasure.
To feel all emotion.
With total...
What others feel.
To see how others see.
And never flee.
To know others pain.
Like a mental stain.
Like a train.
Going through the brain.
Elation.
At its very creation.
Pleasure.
In all its measure.
But what is of more import.
Is all the support.
That you can give.
To help others live.
To reduce the pain.
So its no longer a bane.
To encourage the creation.
To drive them to higher elation.
To feed that measure.
To greater pleasure.
To feel all emotion.
With total...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Feb 2014 12:48pm
4th Feb 2014 12:48pm
To Be.
To look.
To see.
To walk.
To smile.
To listen.
To love.
To be.
To see.
To walk.
To smile.
To listen.
To love.
To be.
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Feb 2014 12:45pm
4th Feb 2014 12:45pm
Time For
Hand in hand.
Across life’s land.
Loves light everlasting.
Its spell forever casting.
Better than any book.
Contentment in a look.
To love in the light.
To feel passion in the night.
To forever walk with no fears.
As the last light of day disappears.
Red light across a deserted beach.
No need for speech.
A king and his queen.
Their Love felt between.
Time has no meaning.
Their world no longer screaming.
That time o so precious.
A time o so gracious.
The time for love.
Between two lovers.
...
Across life’s land.
Loves light everlasting.
Its spell forever casting.
Better than any book.
Contentment in a look.
To love in the light.
To feel passion in the night.
To forever walk with no fears.
As the last light of day disappears.
Red light across a deserted beach.
No need for speech.
A king and his queen.
Their Love felt between.
Time has no meaning.
Their world no longer screaming.
That time o so precious.
A time o so gracious.
The time for love.
Between two lovers.
...
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STORY POEM
Published
4th Feb 2014 3:26am
4th Feb 2014 3:26am
The World Begins.
The rhythm stirs from the air.
In the light of the fires glare.
A sound in the trees.
Rhythm on the breeze.
Reflected faces from the fire.
Notes from the Lyre.
Sounds from when the world was young
Sounds from the days when life was fun
Let me weave music of your dreams.
As the last light of day gleams.
The first beat of the rite.
Too late for flight.
Dance as you will.
To start just for the thrill.
Dance as you must.
...
In the light of the fires glare.
A sound in the trees.
Rhythm on the breeze.
Reflected faces from the fire.
Notes from the Lyre.
Sounds from when the world was young
Sounds from the days when life was fun
Let me weave music of your dreams.
As the last light of day gleams.
The first beat of the rite.
Too late for flight.
Dance as you will.
To start just for the thrill.
Dance as you must.
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2014 3:21am
4th Feb 2014 3:21am
Legend am I
I am a traveller in time and space.
An entity that leaves no trace.
A weaver of myth and legend.
Always on a errand.
I am a traveller in space and time.
Life is but a rhyme.
A story maker.
A legend raiser.
A maker of sagas.
A recorder of dramas.
Times server.
An observer.
I cross the still waters.
To watch your sons and daughters.
A turner of mind’s.
Stories are my finds.
Weaving life’s incantation.
A...
An entity that leaves no trace.
A weaver of myth and legend.
Always on a errand.
I am a traveller in space and time.
Life is but a rhyme.
A story maker.
A legend raiser.
A maker of sagas.
A recorder of dramas.
Times server.
An observer.
I cross the still waters.
To watch your sons and daughters.
A turner of mind’s.
Stories are my finds.
Weaving life’s incantation.
A...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2014 9:33am
3rd Feb 2014 9:33am
Experiment
Light glitters.
Heat shimmers.
Wind blows.
Where it goes nobody knows.
Rain pours.
Hopefully outdoors.
Water gurgles.
And burbles.
Snow falls silently.
Landing gently.
Time flows.
And on it goes.
Work feeds.
Giving us our daily needs.
Religion proclaims.
One god with many names.
Life goes on.
With the grace of a swan.
Love sustains.
And always remains.
Heat shimmers.
Wind blows.
Where it goes nobody knows.
Rain pours.
Hopefully outdoors.
Water gurgles.
And burbles.
Snow falls silently.
Landing gently.
Time flows.
And on it goes.
Work feeds.
Giving us our daily needs.
Religion proclaims.
One god with many names.
Life goes on.
With the grace of a swan.
Love sustains.
And always remains.
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2014 9:30am
3rd Feb 2014 9:30am
Entwined
Walk the many miles together.
With a heart as light as a feather.
Friends before all.
Friends never to fall.
Love building.
Love is the gilding.
To love and hold.
Even as we get old.
To talk and hold nothing back.
To help each other along the right track.
To be lovers and friends.
Until time ends.
Fire and passion.
With no need for compassion.
Two fires burning in the night.
Two beacons of light.
To walk together with no regrets.
Life without threats.
Never leave ice in the air.
Never sleep on a...
With a heart as light as a feather.
Friends before all.
Friends never to fall.
Love building.
Love is the gilding.
To love and hold.
Even as we get old.
To talk and hold nothing back.
To help each other along the right track.
To be lovers and friends.
Until time ends.
Fire and passion.
With no need for compassion.
Two fires burning in the night.
Two beacons of light.
To walk together with no regrets.
Life without threats.
Never leave ice in the air.
Never sleep on a...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2014 11:26am
23rd Jan 2014 11:26am
My wife, sleep my love, sleep.
She is part of me
The very best of me.
I forgot my I cause.
I forgot she knows my flaws.
We travel this world over the years.
We consol each other’s fears.
She watches over me.
She cares for me.
Night time is waiting.
Dream time is fading.
Through the spinning.
Like your beginning.
Daylight is waiting.
Cautiously fraying.
With fever, with passion.
With anger, or compassion.
We dry each other's tears.
As we walk the years.
No longer weep my love, no longer weep.
Sleep my love, sleep.
The very best of me.
I forgot my I cause.
I forgot she knows my flaws.
We travel this world over the years.
We consol each other’s fears.
She watches over me.
She cares for me.
Night time is waiting.
Dream time is fading.
Through the spinning.
Like your beginning.
Daylight is waiting.
Cautiously fraying.
With fever, with passion.
With anger, or compassion.
We dry each other's tears.
As we walk the years.
No longer weep my love, no longer weep.
Sleep my love, sleep.
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2014 11:18am
23rd Jan 2014 11:18am
The Journey
A journey to who knows where.
All I know is I’m there.
A journey just begun.
Now my life is done.
Maybe heaven.
With no concession
Maybe hell.
But still I hear the bell.
To walk along this track.
And never look back.
A long road.
Dragging my heavy load.
A single tree.
That does not hear my plea.
Dripping death from its gnarly branches.
And takes no notices of my advances.
A vista of equals.
No more sequels.
All chances gone.
Nothing left to dwell on.
Aspects of a death foretold.
And...
All I know is I’m there.
A journey just begun.
Now my life is done.
Maybe heaven.
With no concession
Maybe hell.
But still I hear the bell.
To walk along this track.
And never look back.
A long road.
Dragging my heavy load.
A single tree.
That does not hear my plea.
Dripping death from its gnarly branches.
And takes no notices of my advances.
A vista of equals.
No more sequels.
All chances gone.
Nothing left to dwell on.
Aspects of a death foretold.
And...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2014 1:48pm
22nd Jan 2014 1:48pm
Opportunities
Opportunities missed.
Life giving an odd twist.
Opportunities rejected.
Letters neglected.
A list of what ifs.
Forgotten letters with gifts.
Thoughts of maybe.
Deeds missed maybe.
A look from a girl unseen.
Imagine the scene.
A word not heard.
How absurd.
Somebody rejected.
Or maybe not respected.
A love lost.
At great cost.
A relationship killed by others.
Mother’s.
Or maybe brothers.
A drunken mistake with others.
A love rejected due to society.
What the world thinks of as...
Life giving an odd twist.
Opportunities rejected.
Letters neglected.
A list of what ifs.
Forgotten letters with gifts.
Thoughts of maybe.
Deeds missed maybe.
A look from a girl unseen.
Imagine the scene.
A word not heard.
How absurd.
Somebody rejected.
Or maybe not respected.
A love lost.
At great cost.
A relationship killed by others.
Mother’s.
Or maybe brothers.
A drunken mistake with others.
A love rejected due to society.
What the world thinks of as...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2014 1:42pm
22nd Jan 2014 1:42pm
First
Written as a series of 4 poems.
The First Touch.
The first touch.
An accident as such.
Strange feelings stir.
Boundary’s start to blur.
A word of encouragement given.
All wrongs forgiven.
Another touch less accidental.
But very gentle.
Your skin starts to tingle.
Your feelings mingle.
A simple touch.
Gives so much.
A touch given with great love.
A touch like the wings of a dove.
Another touch all boundaries’ fall.
You want it all.
The Wall.
It starts like a whisper on the...
The First Touch.
The first touch.
An accident as such.
Strange feelings stir.
Boundary’s start to blur.
A word of encouragement given.
All wrongs forgiven.
Another touch less accidental.
But very gentle.
Your skin starts to tingle.
Your feelings mingle.
A simple touch.
Gives so much.
A touch given with great love.
A touch like the wings of a dove.
Another touch all boundaries’ fall.
You want it all.
The Wall.
It starts like a whisper on the...
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