Men march, their torches burn in the night their women stand street side weeping; not for fear, but emotions emotions so powerful they overflow tear stained faces passion and love You put another log on the fire and I am thankful that you have a turn of the century fireplace in the Big Apple west …
Tag: poem
Destiny
He writes about birds flying over the marsh looking for prey A broad wing hawk soaring near the tiny airport that sits high in the middle of the island It is a divine messenger, you are protected Northern sea fowl diving in chilled waves Seals resting on rocks; a pure sense of nature, God and …
Ageless
I listen compassionately to young poets; exposing their soul with naïveté unobstructed passion struggling to keep their words and truth pure, clear, coherent; and I think to myself, silent within my own insecurities, my own private courtroom - judge and jury, these are the facts, objection, overruled...I recall my own journey; my own learning curve. …
Inconsequential Meeting
Had a dream about you last night; seems since we had our inconsequential meeting - inconsequential feels so removed and so cold and my head hurts when I think and I'm starting to feel too old to be a player in the dating game ... anyway Confirmation washes over me like the cold waters of …
Hit The Pavement
I'm jumping off a proverbial Jagged earthbound ledge A sorrowful morning Attempting to let it go A stones throw from everything tangible Didn't take the time to think it through And maybe I never intended to All I can imagine All I can visualize Black and white dramatic effect I'm looking out eyes opened wide …
Forgiveness
Too much time has passed I've forgotten the words to some of the best songs I have ever written And it is a damn shame when the lyrics and rhythm dissipate into the wind like a fog or puff of steamy vapor A transparent ...never really able to grasp at straw sense of loss Today …
Reminisce With Fondness
If the stars had been aligned and the winds blew a gentler breeze from the east crossing over the Sound arriving on lands end and a full harvest moon had been on the rise maybe then we would have realized life is a short seductive story bitter sweet at times and the best is not …
Trilby Yates 