Always have this perceived so;
life to be a journey
crossroads of a choice
for me on the way
to a goal
destination's a riddle of
intersections' mishmash
varieties of other
lives
a path, a way or an avenue
none to give a peak
to live a little
turn and
renew
irreversible crossing invariably
are for prospectors of live
so choose with care
hopeful, determined
or in chance
one-way streets are full of
unplanned dreams
or complex
issues
rules of the road, convenient
to other,
do not apply
or even exist
ticket of lottery
you will have in your hand
so trust yourself for it gives
you a feeling of
upper hand
laws of life
hap-hazardous occurrence
algorithm of life is lived
regulations reformulated
as we stroll on
-------
with junk of a so called car
I drive along
given to me once with
a statement: "no refunds"
made of rust
and unforgettable bumps
clattering noise
makes mine a home
like the humming of heart
with all it's faults
with little repairs,
little repairs
repairs
oil change made just enough time ago
not to remember when
dipstick informs we are running low:
insignificance put on a hold
tires we have some
without we can of the spare one
throttle can still give us a ticket
if other parts
fail us not
most pleasant and relaxing a seat
at least on a driver
and you dared to hump along
ahead somewhere
we will rest to repair
where, we will find out about
eventually
we are together
nonetheless
for now
Well of Words
Word. Another. Joined between a feeling, a memory, a sense. Let it flow from within to sentences. Simple, sensible and truly something original. Written emotions on paper: a poem.
A Poem
Flashing by moment
a sense, feeling
that never comes
another
not to anyone
not to me
ever again
I grab to that glimpse
squeezing the sense
through feelings
eyes closed
forgotten in me
I hold back
and I let go
to paper
a sense, feeling
that never comes
another
not to anyone
not to me
ever again
I grab to that glimpse
squeezing the sense
through feelings
eyes closed
forgotten in me
I hold back
and I let go
to paper
The Poet In Me
Nice to see you here!
This is where my feelings and thoughts many times end up. More than twenty years ago I scribbled my first poems as 14 year old boy that was dreaming about being published author and poet.
Well, as usual, the poems never were sent to publisher and learning process was considered too hard - might have been different if there would have been internet then.
So I wrote occasionally less and less until last year when I decided to start writing for real since I had extra time. Started a blog and build some confidence. Finding All Poetry poetry society really made difference; more fellow poets and for the first time critique. And chance to read lots of good poetry
Now I am serious on writing and aim to improve to the lengths to make it for real. I am going to be published since I have a poet inside me and I intend to unleash it
This is where my feelings and thoughts many times end up. More than twenty years ago I scribbled my first poems as 14 year old boy that was dreaming about being published author and poet.
Well, as usual, the poems never were sent to publisher and learning process was considered too hard - might have been different if there would have been internet then.
So I wrote occasionally less and less until last year when I decided to start writing for real since I had extra time. Started a blog and build some confidence. Finding All Poetry poetry society really made difference; more fellow poets and for the first time critique. And chance to read lots of good poetry
Now I am serious on writing and aim to improve to the lengths to make it for real. I am going to be published since I have a poet inside me and I intend to unleash it
sunnuntai 13. joulukuuta 2015
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