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Like the Sun

Ana Jonessy — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 18:46:02 +0000

The naked earth is warm, and the sea moves in a symphony Upon ‘er face, lit a smile, like the sun. Wild berries were everywhere and butterflies danced Dew glimmers, like the sun. This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Like the Sun.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Like the Sun.

Messed up Poetry

Heart 4 poetry — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 18:28:28 +0000

The dark is too bright
and I’m falling awake.
My pencil won’t write
and this paper is fake.
This cactus is soft
and my fur coat is rough.
I love doing homework
and can’t get enough.
I hate to win
and love to lose.
I hate exciting games
and love boring news.
Spiders are my friends,
butterflies, my foes.
I know it all sounds strange,
but that is how it goes.

Authors note:

This is just a little bit of imagination and creativity to give you a quick smile for your day. A smile is a good medicine that you should take daily in order to go about your day feeling refreshed and ready for anything. You can find out more in my next peice ” Recipe for a Smile”

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Messed up Poetry.

REMEMBER KENNEDY

PrairiePoems — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 03:52:02 +0000

When the present occupant of the “White-House” is gone-
And we never can see “Jackie” any more!
And the little laughing CAROLINE
Who always ran along-
What did they have, that no one had before?

I never can see Caroline, without a little sigh,
And “Jackie” with her dress, so small and slim-
I can’t forget the PRESIDENT, as he went walking by-
Someday I know we’ll ALL REMEMBER HIM!

What will we do, when days go by-
And…..they are gone away?
What other man can ever match his smile?
The singing birds, and butterflies,
And lambs let out to play,
Will bring me CAROLINE, a little while!

We CAN”T forget the President,
The trouble he has had-
His curly hair just laughed-
Tho he was grim!
The winds across the world are strong-
And….everything is bad-
But, when he’s gone,
Then we’ll remember him!

The morning sun is breaking
Through the gloomy eastern sky-
the world is slowly turning on its wheel-
Is there a “House of Never”
Where the mighty seem to fly?
A far off better land, in By and By!

He always had a voice of HOPE-
A vision for the world!
A GOLDEN STAIRWAY, LEADING US TO PEACE,
The common man could see it-
Like a pathway, in the sky!
A GALLAHAD… who sought the Golden Fleece!

They claim DRAKE said “WHEN I AM GONE”
“HANG MY DRUM IN A TREE!”
“POUND ON IT WHEN YOUR POWDER’S RUNNING LOW!”
And…”I will leave the farthest star,
To come, oer land and sea,
And help you, as I used to long ago!

We’ll go sailing down the Channel-
We’ll take the ships to sea!
WE SILL SAIL THEM, AS WE USED TO, LONG AGO!

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at REMEMBER KENNEDY.

Silver Horse the Ride of Love

countrygal_cc — Thu, 11 Sep 2008 09:08:46 +0000

A- bomb absent to God
present star’s floating light.
Back-cross wears nothing
naked to silence.
Cemeteries count the dead.
Ready for civilization.
Clamshells for bullets.
Masks made from cedar dome.

Draft- horse mermaids polishing
shoes, silver in their eyes.
Velcro imagination.
Exposed butterflies.
Rainbows echo.
Countless earth bares
free life.

Frantic life.
Bloom referring to
beauty.
Judging colors.
Reformation from birth.
Recollect intermission.

Follow inner dreams.
Ravish shade.
Straddle the night’s stone.
Blind motionless sun.
Glazier angels glued.
Glossily disfigured shadows.

Red-leaf spring.
Eye-scope evacuation.
The ingredient is love.
Irritable summer.
Chaplain sweater.
Dialect rain.
Warmed- over heart.
Wearisome tear.
A starry-eyed valentine
spurred stardom’s knife.
Wounds of rape.
Molest the mirror.
Inner miserable defeat.
Modernism to ink.
The best lies are words.
My love I will drink you,
I will thirst you to die for . . .

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Silver Horse the Ride of Love.