Our Words and Pasts we Share
I am the one of us
As you are the one as i
We write from our hearts
And watch our poetry ply
Our words grow from our thoughts
And grace surfaces we scribe
All words are free to us
For its in our writes transcribed
We write about our pasts
And the times in our lives
Of nature and its wars
Where daily life decides
About the rights and wrongs
Families and our friends
Cooking up such delights
About our past times and our trends
We even write about our lost
And why they are no longer here
If even for their moment
That they graced this beautiful sphere
As you read the writes of i
Whilst i read the writes of you
Our writings in us write
The writes of me and you
We All Become Each Other
We all become each other
When we read each others writes
Its because we all learn from each other
That in our mind they turn out right
We all become each other
Its the nature of the feast
The poetry forms the words we use
On paper they are released
We all become each other
On this community on the net
Names with images, some bio's follow
With time we all inter met
Oxygen Gem
Photosynthesis
Mother natures giver of life
Sunlight through the trees
The Mechanics
Three dimensional
This conceptual framework
Is what we call space
Her Light
Captured by natures
Natural gateway, her light
Inspires living growth.
In sorrowful drift
Its moment in time ceases
To our earth it falls
The Raindrop that Cried
Translucent raindrop
Caresses a once rich leaf
Now nothing can help
After the Fall
After the ash plume,
In devastation surround
Regeneration.
Our Lost Icon
Through the white mans cells
He ponders his tomorrow's
His dream has been found
In the Meadow we Lay
In her ear i WHISPERED
As we lay in a meadow of colours
Amongst LAVENDERS in blossom grow
Your beauty rivals all these flowers
In this beautiful BLISSFUL setting
Two hearts will beat as one
Loving under her SPLENDOR of light
Under the rays of the midday sun
FRAGRANT perfumes grace the air
WAFTING over this meadowy land
For in the distance a chorus sings
From the hedgerow their songs expand
The LILTING of their voices
Enhances the TRANQUILLITY of our day
As we lie under an ocean of blue
Surrounded by natures bouquets
There is no better language
Than sheer beauty and ELOQUENCE
The DULCET sounds of voices sweet
Natures songs and natures scents
Les Paul Strings
There are so many sounds
That are enjoyed by so many
But the sounds i love most
Are by plectrum or penny
Lindsey Buckingham playing "Go Your Own Way"
Even Joe Perry makes "Walk This Way" say
Eric Clapton and his solo on "Cocaine"
Don Felder with "Hotel California" listening time and time again
Peter Green strumming "Man Of The World"
David Gilmour and Pink Floyd's "Time" the best i have ever heard
Jimi Hendrix with the amazing "Hey Joe"
Alex Lifeson axing "Working Man" in Toronto flow
Pete Townsend from the Who "Won't Get Fooled Again"
Neil Young and his anthem "Like A Hurricane"
George Harrison delights with "Here Comes The Sun"
Kerry Livgren from Kansas state "Carry on Wayward Son"
Tom Scholz of Boston with their "A Man I'll Never Be"
Jimmy Page from Led Zeppelin as their "Whole Lotta Love" riffs free
Neal Schon on a Journey "Who's Crying Now"
Nancy Wilson Seattle's Heart "Crazy On You" wows
The sounds you read above, are just my ones of many
Whether they are played by a plectrum, or played by a penny
I did mention above, that i loved Pink Floyd's "Time"
But second to it, is Slash's "Sweet Child of Mine"
One More Mile
My daughter desires
To walk a mile in her shoes
Before illness takes
Tension on Site
Writers are lured or find their way
And when they arrive they write their say
Welcomed aboard their words are shared
On arrival are they, cared or scared
We read in the blogs, about that, about this
Sometimes it's serious, sometimes it's bliss
We are here to write, and share our work
If that doesn't work, our roads have forks
Decide if ye may, if it's here your to be
If you are, it's to be in harmony
If it is not, democracy rules
Don't become one of them, a literary fool
For this is the site that rises above
Indiscretions if any, we are bound to shove
Our writers have been lured, and lured to stay
If this site's not for you, please be on your way