Poetry Blogs (2019, Meeting)
Nicola Beckett on The Cost Of Your Hand (2 hours ago)
Nicola Beckett on big lots (5 hours ago)
Today, we're together
Tomorrow, we're apart
As Cinema .. as the Theater,
An End for the Start
Thanks to God for Life
To work .. earn and learn
Pray .. to keep Survive
Happiness to reach and Yearn
Surely, you're assigned
For a role to achieve a goal
Unless you've that mind
You need to heal your soul
Saturday 2nd February 2019 5:56 pm
A serendipitous moment
So wonderful in its fortune
A wealth of wonderful adventures
was laid before us.
A path that was destined not to last
gave us truly happy times while we were walking it.
Wednesday 30th May 2018 4:21 pm
Love has blurned. My heart is no longer paining.
Sitting opposite, I am laughing and joking.
- How are you? – he asked.
- I am fine, thank you.
And how about you?
- I am happy too.
Come on! Let’s drink for our meeting!
- Ok, but just a bit.
- And… Are you married?
- Well, yes. Why not?
- Well, of course. Do you remember? ...
- I do…
- And I remember too.
- Then, it’s okay.
Monday 6th January 2014 6:48 am
When we met it was shattering, she lost her dad and I consoled her. She listened to my life of woe. What will we be like together when we meet?
Out of today will come, hopefully, a new tomorrow. Will it bring a harvest of peace or a whirlwind of famine? Like 2 moths we were drawn to each other, the question is who is the flame? You... you burnt off my wings and down to earth I...
Friday 24th May 2013 5:20 pm
It's that time again and a new Poem is upon us, gone for something very different this time which I'm really happy with. Not usually one for writing Fantasy Romance but this just came to me. Hope you enjoy it.
The moon hung softly in the sky
incandescant behind thinly veiled cloud
he waited beneath the bandstand
the sound of waves brushing the sh...
Friday 21st September 2012 2:36 pm
Let us say we met in a room: curtained, peeling, private.
Briefly she consulted the winter afternoon,
Reviewed the deadening, leadening sky.
It was discreetly done.
No presences danced beyond no lifted curtains.
Darkness had silted us away.
Words, like spoons, stirred the air,
Thursday 23rd August 2012 3:33 am
Of all the chances, of all the places,
of all the people, it has happened.
Lori came along and into my life,
from the darklands of Scotland.
A Scottish Goth into planes,
a real soulmate I’ve found.
Distance will be overcome for in a week
I’ll be with her, at journeys end.
What are the chances? Well, it happened
and for that I’m grateful...
Saturday 7th January 2012 1:56 pm