By jivepoet on December 24, 2009
I went walking the Hills, and then climbing the rocks, And carelessly stepped on the Moss; Who delivered a lot of unbalancing shocks, While trying too much, to be boss. Though I usually found my feet able to grip, At this time, I started to skid. So I panicced, and had to inevitably slip, To [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Chill, Feet, god, heart, Hill, Lain, love gone wrong, Metaphor, Moss, Rose, Sea, Shock, soul
By jivepoet on December 24, 2009
(1)My first Blue Mountains journeys were on Sydney’s country trains, With scenery improving, once I’d gone past Emu Plains. I did not know the passengers around me, but perhaps one Might care to play a card game, since we’d only come to Lapstone (2)I closed my vintage fiction novel fast. So I could then look, [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Autumn, Bloom, child, childhood, class, Concrete, cool, Ears, fiction, Fire, Flower, flowers, Friend, Game, Gloves, Hill, Horses, house, Journey, joy, Lace, Lad, Lain, Life, Lost, Lost love, love, Map, memory, night, Rain, scene, School, Sea, sin, spring, Sun, Train trip, Travel, Tree, Trees, war
By jivepoet on December 24, 2009
He stood on the edge of a suburb, where house windows faced an expanse Of bushes and forest and small hills; and readied himself, with a chance. He stood on the edge of a sunset, with houses not far from his rocks, And somehow the sunset was lengthened, slowed up through a trick of the [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Ash, breeze, Breezes, Bushes, change, child, Children, Colours, destiny, Direction, Ears, forever, Hill, house, Locks, Music, night, pain, Rain, Romance, sci-fi, Sharp, sin, Soar, soul-mate, Sun, Sunb, Sunset, time slowdown, Tree, Twilight, Vine, war, Wings, woman
By Lou in texas on December 24, 2009
there once was a man named chuck he drove coast to coast in his truck he road through hill’s and cow trails just to make a buck. over the road and in the snow he traveled and traveled where most wouldn’t go many a day’s and nite’s he would drive till his butt grew so [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Butt, Friend, Hill, snow, Thighs, Travel
By PrairiePoems on July 19, 2009
I weave for you, again, No “sillysong”…. Of sunsets in the WEST- Or……drifting sky…… Or TWILIGHT HOURS, from forgotten days- or how the PRAIRIE wind…..goes singing by! I will not pause an hour again to build A castle….in the far dim land of DREAM- Or how the wind flows ever whispering by- Or bright with [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Angel, dream, dust, E A Poe, For you, Glee, Gold, Hats, Hill, Poem, Rain, sin, Sky, Sun, Sunset, Tree, Trees, Twilight
By PrairiePoems on July 19, 2009
The song of love is a sad song- I followed the trail and I know- The song of lvoe is an old song- And we lost it long ago! The song of love is a bright song- Tho bound in pain and woe- The song of love is a dear old song- FROM THE DAYS [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Bound, cold, dream, Ears, Gold, Hill, Life, Lost, love, pain, Rain, Rainbow, Rainbows, Sad, sin, spring, Woe
By PrairiePoems on July 19, 2009
Editor:- I am 71 years old now, and have read the Dakota Farmer all my life. Today I thought I would send you this song I just wrote. Thought you may need a Spring-song! Seems strange, but when I think of farming, I see the old days, and the horses,and the great, quiet fields. I [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Blow, Clouds, dream, Ears, flying, Hill, Horses, Life, Pleasure, pleasures, sin, spring, world
By PrairiePoems on June 24, 2009
Oh the happy, happy Farmer, He is getting ready now- To harness up the horses, And attach them to the plow! The wild geese flying over- Flying far- and flying free- Oh, the Prairie Farmers dreaming- There his greatest pleasures be! He can hear the wild geese calling Flying free, and flying far- And the [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Blow, Clouds, dream, Ears, flying, Hill, Horses, Pleasure, pleasures, sin, spring, world
By PrairiePoems on June 24, 2009
For millions of years, “Old Dakota” Just laid here for Kicks ‘neath the sun; Till the Land was worth “DOLLAR AN ACRE”- And the FARMERS burned “COWSHIPS” for fun. Some said “GIVE IT BACK TO THE INDIANS!” Tho the INDIANS did not care-a-damn- As the WHITE MAN had killed off the buffalo- There was NOTHING [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Burned, child, dark, Darkness, dream, Ears, fun, Hill, Lace, Lost, promise, Rain, Shadow, Sun
By PrairiePoems on June 17, 2009
How far is it to HOME he said- “Oh..its only a little ways….. Only a short way on ahead Is the Land we can not see- And we sometimes think We hear them call- From that “Old used to be”! You think it is not far to Home? Is it just around the bend? Is [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Hill, night
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