Thank God It's Friday,
Especially one with a
Holiday Weekend!
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Thank God It's Friday,
Especially one with a
Holiday Weekend!
who can tell the truth
of what occurred yesterday
can i bring it back
Thank you. Best review I've had of a poem!Quote:
Originally Posted by littlewing53
Trying to keep time—
Cricket singing in bathtub—
Fingers dance rhythm…
Frog quartet joins in—
Down by the old river bend—
Bullfrog singing bass…
Up on the Mountain,
I hear an Eagle calling—
Scream becomes music…
My old guitar tries—
I cannot master music
Mother Nature sends…
Please have a safe and
Relaxing Memorial
Day Weekend, People!
Sincerely,
Uncle Lar
The memories come
Crashing through my solitude
How can I escape?
Taming the Mind takes
Patience, Persistence, and a
Great deal of Practice!
Song so persistant
In my mind, body, and soul.
Words to poetry.:banana:
pervasive the vice,
manifested envy,
abate and atone.
find your voice somewhere—
show us how you can glisten
lamp to light our path...
not echoes in wind,
haunting whispers misguiding—
lose us in a fog…
in darkness even
a firefly glowing gives hope—
do not hide talent…
on a candlestick,
flambeau held up giving light,
a beacon, poet…
the world needs more light—
who provides illumination—
if we hide our light?
One hundred today
Or would have been had he lived
Happy Birthday Duke
As May comes to an
End, let's hope this Summer will
Be memorable.
Empty Nest
May has come and gone—
The sand pours through the hourglass,
So very swiftly…
Seems like yesterday,
My son was a little boy—
Graduates this year…
Bounced him on my knee,
Now six foot four, I look up
At the man he is…
I held my girl tight,
Rocked her gently to sleep, my—
Twenty, I am old…
The baby boy grown,
Towers taller than me now—
And he’s just fifteen…
You spend so much time,
In effort as walk and talk—
Then “Sit down, shut up!”
The day comes, they go,
Silence makes awful sounds—
Little feet, now gone…
Pendragon
© 5/29/07
I loved that
the mute wind smiled
racing by the bright blue sky
caught the fleeting tail
My Family is
Well, yet, I am not content;
How will I find peace?