Ambition |
"Ambition" by meLet the warm field grassRise above me.
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 20:53:00 GMT |
Homeless Man |
Homeless ManBy Gerry FairclothI saw a man in the streetWith a bottle of boozeAnd a wandering look on his face.He said, "I got blues in the morning,This bottle at night,And two feet gonna light up this...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 20:18:00 GMT |
Another poem by me |
Driving Home After Work
In the dying day which opens the night,The muse is found in dimming lightWhere love presides and the rumble ceases,While thoughts are flashed in bits and pieces.
A bit for h...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 12:49:00 GMT |
Gerry sonnet 9 |
Sonnet 9:
I shall be one who speaks an open mind,For I have done no good in reticence;A fine attire shows a patient kindOf fellow with degrees of common sense,But so displays a lack of passion's flame...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 12:47:00 GMT |
Gerry sonnet 6 |
Sonnet 6:
Whenever I recede to some dull state,Considering the pearls from finer daysBecomes my one approved, unhappy fate,Until the record player starts to play:The modal pause of "Kind of Blue" take...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 12:46:00 GMT |
Gerry Sonnet 7 |
A poem by yours truly....
Sonnet 7: "To My Readers"
Forget your troubles, you my wandering friend;Ambition can be put to bed for now.These words are here to bring a deathless endTo thoughts behind the...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 00:01:00 GMT |
A poem for someone |
By Rabindranath Tagore, but I really wish that I wrote it.
"Unending Love"I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...In life after life, in age after age, forever.My spellbound h...
Posted by on Sat, 24 May 2008 11:03:00 GMT |
Another Poem by Me |
For the ArtistsA mind in a world;A world in a mind,That each is a matchFor the other one.
For the earth, the sun;For the mind, the earth,That both should keepThe muse undone.
Dreams are reality;Rea...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jul 2007 08:02:00 GMT |
A poem by me |
By: Gerry
"Palace of Wisdom"Life is a series of limitsWith death at their end;To broaden your scope,You must go where limits bend.Every approach lets you furtherTo learn the same anew:That you ar...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 23:39:00 GMT |
the knife waltz -by Charles Bukowski |
they leave you alonelooking at the walls;you chain-smokecigarettesand pour whiskey intoyour shredded gut,you know thefeeling and theresult-anotherten-round bout in hellbut you've done the same thingto...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 20:27:00 GMT |
