August 2008
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By backstreetdreamer on August 24, 2008
Among the fields of faded dreams
When day is done, or so it seems,
I stand beside the padlocked gate
And watch the evening as I wait,
While breezes call from shadows deep
As willows hang their heads and weep,
The dreams of evening speak to me
About the things they want to be.
New born beginnings, new romance,
Scattered windblown flowers dance,
Promises on [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Astral, Blow, breeze, Breezes, dream, dreams, Ears, Endless Stream, Fear, Fears, feeling, Feelings, Fire, Fires, Flower, flowers, Gentle Tune, heart, joy, Joy And Sorrow, Lain, Life, Moon, New Beginnings, New Born, New Romance, pain, promise, Promises, Romance, Shadow, sin, smile, Smiles, Smiles And Tears, Sorrow, Tea, tears, Twilight, Willows, Wings
By David Pekrul on August 23, 2008
When Daddy bought a little horse,
I thought it strange; it was of course,
The thing just didn’t look quite right,
But I was small and not too bright.
Had leathery skin from head to toe,
But way back then I didn’t know,
That horses had a thing called hair,
Like puppies, cats and also bears.
And then there were those big wide [...]
Posted in Funny Poems | Tagged Armour, Cats, Dad, Daddy, Dinosaur, Ears, Eating Meat, Feet, Head To Toe, Horses, Leathery Skin, Little Horse, love, Pies, Pony, Puppies, Remorse, Scales, Teeth
By angel on August 23, 2008
When friends are gone
Family is there for you, but you feel the need for a one on one friend.
When you failed at your test, when your dreams seems far fetched, when you are alone, no one around who truly understands you.
Not a friend remained in spite of how they claim to have known you.
Not [...]
Posted in Friendship Poems | Tagged alone, Angel, Brother, change, Circumstances, Creator, Diamonds And Pearls, Disasters, dream, dreams, Family Poems, Father, Fish, For you, Friend, Friends, friendship, Gold, Lace, Life, Lifetime, Lifetime Friends, list, love, Matter Time, Omega, pearl, Spite, Tea, True Friend, True Friends, True Friendships, world
By David Pekrul on August 22, 2008
This poem is based on an actual dream that I had.
I had a dream the other day,
Its vision will not go away,
About some people dressed in gowns,
(I know how strange this story sounds.)
Each gown was separate from the rest,
With different colours they were blest,
And everyone had points of view,
And revelations that were new.
They studied scripture, [...]
Posted in Inspirational Poems | Tagged alone, Ancient Books, Cease, Colours, D White, Dirt, Dirty Looks, dream, Fraud, Full Of Hate, Glare, god, Gowns, Jesus, Knees, Lace, Lost, love, peace, people, Poem, Prayer, Rain, Religious Folk, Revelations, scene, Scripture, Silence, Solemn Prayer, Sounds, Virgin Mary, war, Way To God, Wisdom, Womb, Yolk
By David Pekrul on August 14, 2008
I want to eat a pork chop and love to eat a steak,
But people try to change my mind and say it’s a mistake,
To eat a living creature; they say that it’s a sin,
But I would challenge their beliefs; now where do I begin?
To try to live on lettuce would leave me feeling weak,
To have [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Belief, Calamari, change, Colossians 2, feeling, For you, Job, leave me, Lettuce, loss, love, Mistake, people, Pork Chop, Porkchop, Protein, Red Red Wine, Red Wine, Shrimp, sin, Tea, Veggies
By David Pekrul on August 11, 2008
Rockin’ rhythms, ever livin’
Beat is poundin’, always givin’
Always jumpin’; always thumpin’
Hear the music as it’s pumpin’
Digital is always playin’
But I can’t hear what it’s sayin’
Nerves are twitchin’; this is bitchin’
In the den and in the kitchen
Sounds are all that I am hearin’
But I love it and I’m cheerin’
Keep it goin’, never stoppin’
As I’m twitchin’ and [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Digital Music, Hear Music, love, Music, Nerves, Play Music, Play The Music, Pumpin, Rhythms, Seeds, Sounds
By David Pekrul on August 11, 2008
He rode into town in the back of a truck,
A man on a mission, who, hoping with luck,
Would find the young zealots who murdered his Dad,
And vowed he’d take vengeance with all that he had.
Was late in the evening, and chores had been done,
He’d gone to the bedroom to tuck in his son,
His father was [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Boulders, Bushes, Chill, Chores, Cowards, Dad, Father, feeling, Feelings, god, heart, heartache, Hill, Lain, Loud Voice, Man On A Mission, Muck, pain, Pleasure, Porch, Pure Evil, Rain, Running, sin, soul, Sound Of The Wind, Torch, Torment, Tormented Souls, Tree, Vengeance, war, Zealots
By David Pekrul on August 11, 2008
I walked upon a razor’s edge,
My feet were bleeding crimson red,
The pain was great, I slipped and fell,
And landed in the pit of Hell.
And Satan greeted me with glee,
He said, “How are you, can’t you see,
That you are in my world to stay?
I own your soul and you will pay.”
And voices taunted, visions swelled,
In total [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged blood, dark, Darkness, Feet, Foe, Glee, Hell, Little Hope, Little Peace, pain, peace, Pit Of Hell, Razor S Edge, Rush, Satan, Savior, soul, Spoon, Sweet Release, Total Darkness, Veins, Visions, Voices, world
By tom on August 10, 2008
CAMP HAPPY
It was many and many
seasons ago
at a summer camp
by the name of Happy.
There was a beautiful young counselor there
by the name of Merry.
She was a child
and I was a child,
counselors
to children less fortunate than we
to children with less possessions than we.
We fell in love
with blessings from above
me and my beautiful Merry.
We married quite young
and [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Angles, Beautiful, Blessings, child, Children, class, dream, dreams, E A Poe, fun, Happy Camp, love, Poem, Possessions, Sea, sin, Summer Camp, These Dreams
By skyler on August 10, 2008
Where does it go?
When it grows old
Somewhere over the rainbow it waits
It flies with the sun
Through the burgundy moments
Of a day
And into the night
In the perils of silence
Where does it go?
When your soul changes
Have you forgotten
Can it fly like a flutterfly
With the colors of life
Swimming through its skin
Where does it go?
When its let [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Break, Burgundy, change, child, Colors Of Life, Dad, Daddy, Essence, Flutterfly, lies, Life, Map, Mom, Momma, night, pain, Perils, Presence, Rain, Rainbow, Roller Coaster Ride, Silence, Sky, soul, Soul Changes, Sun, Swimming, Veins
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