Love connections, moon glow, waiting on you, waiting on you to arrive in the winter snows, as the snowflakes fall, and the wind to me it calls, and how cold it is, but soon I will be with you and in your arms, in the arms of the one I love, and my face with…
Category: Poetry
A collection of posts featuring my poems.
Loud
Loud, loud night, somewhere where I don't mind, somewhere by the river, in the summertime, somewhere with peace of mind, somewhere with the sunshine in my eyes, somewhere under the clouds and the bluest of skies, somewhere watching the world go by, as time it sails away, and life, well it is the same, and…
Loquacious
You of loquacious bent, you of never-ending words from which you do not repent, you mealy mouthed, angry foul mouthed verbally challenged lout of ill intent, cannot you for a moment repent, because all you do is irritate me, and I get no peace and quiet from you, and you seem to have, all the…
Looks like rain
Looks like rain, looks like rain, but is it the tears, the tears of God, maybe, but who is to blame, who is to say, yes, it looks like rain, but is it the tears of God? And have we really caused him so much pain?
Looking
Looking at things afresh, looking at the mess, looking at you and what you did to me, I can see how you were to blame and not me, for you chose to leave and you kept yoyoing back to me, and how painful it was to me, and no, it should not have been, it…
Looking through the trees
Looking through the trees, looking through the trees, to a distant place that I have never been, looking to the fields where I have never been, looking through the trees, and sat in the sunlight and looking at the grass so green, looking through the trees at the birds in the sky, looking at the…
Looking good
Many, plenty, any, well, maybe a bottle of whisky, because I'm feeling frisky, and my gal, well, she's real swell, and hell, I ain't seen her for a week said the man to the cashier, who smiled as he took the money for the whisky, and threw in a pack of cigarettes for free, thanks,…
Look
Upon the underground in comfort as always, with no room to breathe, look, could you stop it, could you stop it please, because you seem to have your armpits in my face, and my family will not appreciate it, if you suffocate me to death you see, look, could you stop it, could you stop…
Look I know her, but I do not
Look I know her, but I do not, for she regularly takes a long walk down the pier, yes, she of blonde hair and raging mind and heart, she beckons the waves with her charms, and tries to send them far away from here, for she has desires to swamp them all, for they abandoned…
Long strides
Society, it is sadly much more stressful than it used to be, society, yes, much more rapid, and chaotic, and with less time to kill, and here I sit in a bus stop waiting as a man goes by, all long strides, and determination in the eyes, going somewhere, going somewhere nice, somewhere nice I…
