Poetry is written from the bowels of our heart and soul. Some of us may not be as gifted, but all of us are capable of writing from the heart. Get your pen and paper ready and pick a subject matter that we are passionate about and write a poem.
You will be surprised at what talents or gifts are hidden within.
Starting in the month of April, please send me your poems at angelulu4.aim.com. I would love to read them. Lets not loose this beautiful art called poetry!!
Roses are red, violets are blue
I love you and you love me
There a simple poem. So go ahead try writing a poem!!
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Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
The Famous Boy of Neverland
He walks through metropolitan town
Lost boys surgically attached to hip
They wander aimlessly looking for lost and found
A leaders mind is gone
Searching through rubble, a bottle of gossamer dust
What an interesting piece of glass?
He donned it proudly as a prostitute’s bobbles
Compelling a whiff sends boy soaring through air
Catch me if you can, heard audibly in the wind
Boy’s don't cry, will find my mind tomorrow!
Scrolled iron window belonging to aristocratic family
Peeking as he flew; a young ladies bedroom window
She was startled when his decision was made
Standing there in the nude, gave her quite a fright!
A scream that could curdle milk
That evening, plans were ruined
The boy and his gang never seeing a place far, far away
Well in a sense the leader accomplished that
Authorities wrap him in a pretty white coat
Tilting his top hat as he said adieu!
They did not catch on that he could still fly
Another window was found, but not as pretty: just ugly steel
Brusquely landing on a mattress fit for a king
Eyes roll up like tattered shade’s
He caught a fit that’s the conclusion
Give him pretty pills to eat at noon
He found his mind while dining
Do you know who I am!
Lying there resembling a disheveled rag
I am the great Peter Pan and you are my Lost Boys
Forcefully staying gave him the chills
Peter begged for another chance
Some say his chance was granted
Being found dead in the morning giving solace to his weary mind
Lost boys surgically attached to hip
They wander aimlessly looking for lost and found
A leaders mind is gone
Searching through rubble, a bottle of gossamer dust
What an interesting piece of glass?
He donned it proudly as a prostitute’s bobbles
Compelling a whiff sends boy soaring through air
Catch me if you can, heard audibly in the wind
Boy’s don't cry, will find my mind tomorrow!
Scrolled iron window belonging to aristocratic family
Peeking as he flew; a young ladies bedroom window
She was startled when his decision was made
Standing there in the nude, gave her quite a fright!
A scream that could curdle milk
That evening, plans were ruined
The boy and his gang never seeing a place far, far away
Well in a sense the leader accomplished that
Authorities wrap him in a pretty white coat
Tilting his top hat as he said adieu!
They did not catch on that he could still fly
Another window was found, but not as pretty: just ugly steel
Brusquely landing on a mattress fit for a king
Eyes roll up like tattered shade’s
He caught a fit that’s the conclusion
Give him pretty pills to eat at noon
He found his mind while dining
Do you know who I am!
Lying there resembling a disheveled rag
I am the great Peter Pan and you are my Lost Boys
Forcefully staying gave him the chills
Peter begged for another chance
Some say his chance was granted
Being found dead in the morning giving solace to his weary mind
I have been flying on a magic carpet ride for the past month ever since I met Barry Mowles, author and entrepreneur. Barry has given me my first break in the literary world. Barry being a renown poet and author gave the opportunity of a lifetime for other poets and myself.
I am now proud to announce that two of my poems "Living in the Moment" and "The Famous Boy of Neverland" is published in two of Barry's books. "Remember My Name" and "Once Upon a Time".
They can be obtained through lulu publications. If you wish to read them, you will find them in this blog.
As they say without any further hesitation, I would like to proclaim my gratitude.
Barry Mowles I will always be in your debt for taking the time, and more then we can all image, and thinking of the little guys.
I can only pray that from this opportunity that my dream of becoming an author will come true.
Also since Barry lives in Europe, Wales to be exact, that my dream of visiting this part of Europe will feast upon my eyes. When never knows. Maybe a big gala presentation of "Once Upon a Time".
From this moment on, I keep confident that anything is possible. Dreams do come true!
Thank you Barry and may your angels keep you flying!
I am now proud to announce that two of my poems "Living in the Moment" and "The Famous Boy of Neverland" is published in two of Barry's books. "Remember My Name" and "Once Upon a Time".
They can be obtained through lulu publications. If you wish to read them, you will find them in this blog.
As they say without any further hesitation, I would like to proclaim my gratitude.
Barry Mowles I will always be in your debt for taking the time, and more then we can all image, and thinking of the little guys.
I can only pray that from this opportunity that my dream of becoming an author will come true.
Also since Barry lives in Europe, Wales to be exact, that my dream of visiting this part of Europe will feast upon my eyes. When never knows. Maybe a big gala presentation of "Once Upon a Time".
From this moment on, I keep confident that anything is possible. Dreams do come true!
Thank you Barry and may your angels keep you flying!
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Rozzy McFinney
This is a story about how the rain from heaven came to earth for the first time
Her name is Rozzy McFinney:
She is a silly old gal who would sit with the birds and enjoy her wondrous life.
Rozzy McFinney was a chatty little girl talking every minute of the day. She would often be seen with food flying out of her mouth. The other little birds sat in amazement staring at this curious pretty, petite bird. Rozzy loved to eat with her plump little friends, sharing and foraging food everyday.
Rozzy was loved by all.
“Rozzy come fly with us” one of the feathered gang explained! “Okay”, said Rozzy so excitingly that she almost fell off the branch. Rozzy’s love for flying was even more fun than eating with friends. “Let me press my nose and watch my gossamer wings bud”, Rozzy would shout. “Will you teach me to fly like you”? Rozzy was only a child among her peers, but smarter than the smarty pants in school that we all know in school!
“Watch Rozzy, here comes a plane”! “Fly lower, don't want your wings to get caught”, screamed Tatty. Tatty is Rozzy’s teacher who would brag about his star pupil.
You knew when Tatty would be proudly speaking of Rozzy. His barrel red chest would pop out even further and his hands would wave in the air. Even his eyes would get as big as the biggest acorn when he spoke about Rozzy.
As Rozzy and her friends soared the countryside, they would be in awe watching children below play, and run in their races. Flying for hours with her feathered friends made the crowd very hungry indeed.
So they all decided to swoop down on the warm brown earth and eat boysenberries then snooze for a while. As the sun began dropping in the sky, back to our home we flew.
Home sweet home at last! Settling in for the night all snuggled together.
Rozzy we are so happy and excited you chose us to sit among the stars at night and fly into the sun at day said Tatty s so proudly!
“But why and why do you love me so”? “Rozzy McFinney, you are a silly old gal and that is one of the reasons why we all love you so”! “You are kind, and generous and always helping us whenever you can”! “We all love you with our heart and soul”!
“You are our little angel we prayed for every night”! “What do you mean” said Rozzy with delight. “Rozzy you are not a little girl, nor are you just a bird, but an angel in disguise training with us birds”! She was so dizzy with this new information.
“Do you mean we live in heaven”, said Rozzy. “Yes”, exclaimed Tatty.
And this is how it rained for the first time on earth. Rozzy was so overwhelmed with joy that her big brown eyes swelled up with water and tears fell to earth. And they fell, and they fell.
So now when you are sad about rain ruining your day, you will think of Rozzy in heaven crying for joy and that will turn your frown into a smile!
Copyright 2012 Laura C. LaVeglia ©
Her name is Rozzy McFinney:
She is a silly old gal who would sit with the birds and enjoy her wondrous life.
Rozzy McFinney was a chatty little girl talking every minute of the day. She would often be seen with food flying out of her mouth. The other little birds sat in amazement staring at this curious pretty, petite bird. Rozzy loved to eat with her plump little friends, sharing and foraging food everyday.
Rozzy was loved by all.
“Rozzy come fly with us” one of the feathered gang explained! “Okay”, said Rozzy so excitingly that she almost fell off the branch. Rozzy’s love for flying was even more fun than eating with friends. “Let me press my nose and watch my gossamer wings bud”, Rozzy would shout. “Will you teach me to fly like you”? Rozzy was only a child among her peers, but smarter than the smarty pants in school that we all know in school!
“Watch Rozzy, here comes a plane”! “Fly lower, don't want your wings to get caught”, screamed Tatty. Tatty is Rozzy’s teacher who would brag about his star pupil.
You knew when Tatty would be proudly speaking of Rozzy. His barrel red chest would pop out even further and his hands would wave in the air. Even his eyes would get as big as the biggest acorn when he spoke about Rozzy.
As Rozzy and her friends soared the countryside, they would be in awe watching children below play, and run in their races. Flying for hours with her feathered friends made the crowd very hungry indeed.
So they all decided to swoop down on the warm brown earth and eat boysenberries then snooze for a while. As the sun began dropping in the sky, back to our home we flew.
Home sweet home at last! Settling in for the night all snuggled together.
Rozzy we are so happy and excited you chose us to sit among the stars at night and fly into the sun at day said Tatty s so proudly!
“But why and why do you love me so”? “Rozzy McFinney, you are a silly old gal and that is one of the reasons why we all love you so”! “You are kind, and generous and always helping us whenever you can”! “We all love you with our heart and soul”!
“You are our little angel we prayed for every night”! “What do you mean” said Rozzy with delight. “Rozzy you are not a little girl, nor are you just a bird, but an angel in disguise training with us birds”! She was so dizzy with this new information.
“Do you mean we live in heaven”, said Rozzy. “Yes”, exclaimed Tatty.
And this is how it rained for the first time on earth. Rozzy was so overwhelmed with joy that her big brown eyes swelled up with water and tears fell to earth. And they fell, and they fell.
So now when you are sad about rain ruining your day, you will think of Rozzy in heaven crying for joy and that will turn your frown into a smile!
Copyright 2012 Laura C. LaVeglia ©
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
My Valentine
The old dress I wore becoming lost in time
Colors once vivid, bold losing brilliant hues
Feelings, smells, sensations lost in a mud hole
My mind trying to grasp on to euphoric reminiscences
Spiraling dimension of mind brings solace and joy
Grabbing on to chains that once held
There was a time when love was exuberate
Orgasms comforted by tears
It was all so primitive comforting my mind
Then bubbles burst brusquely
Did not know the whys
Sitting in a quiet corner brings reasons
At first the water is calm
Oceans start to swell
There are huge waves that crash
The reason thrown at my feet
I was given beauty
I was given it all
If not for a short occasion
Love was felt as thunderous wild horses
Whys ascend to surface
My special love remains until the end of time
Locked away in my chamber
Deep within
I remain eternally grateful
Colors once vivid, bold losing brilliant hues
Feelings, smells, sensations lost in a mud hole
My mind trying to grasp on to euphoric reminiscences
Spiraling dimension of mind brings solace and joy
Grabbing on to chains that once held
There was a time when love was exuberate
Orgasms comforted by tears
It was all so primitive comforting my mind
Then bubbles burst brusquely
Did not know the whys
Sitting in a quiet corner brings reasons
At first the water is calm
Oceans start to swell
There are huge waves that crash
The reason thrown at my feet
I was given beauty
I was given it all
If not for a short occasion
Love was felt as thunderous wild horses
Whys ascend to surface
My special love remains until the end of time
Locked away in my chamber
Deep within
I remain eternally grateful
Friday, February 10, 2012
"Living in the Moment"
Please purchase Barry Mowles newest poetry book "Remember my Name".
Barry has given the opportunity of a lifetime for some poets and writers. This book is a poetry
book with poets from around the world which Barry has included in his book.
I am privileged to among many talented poets. You will not be disappointed and you will be giving many poets the opportunity that can possibly propel their careers as poets.
Thank you in advance for purchasing "REMEMBER MY NAME". If you are a lover of poetry, you will
not be disappointed!!
Barry has given the opportunity of a lifetime for some poets and writers. This book is a poetry
book with poets from around the world which Barry has included in his book.
I am privileged to among many talented poets. You will not be disappointed and you will be giving many poets the opportunity that can possibly propel their careers as poets.
Thank you in advance for purchasing "REMEMBER MY NAME". If you are a lover of poetry, you will
not be disappointed!!
Living in the Moment
The opaque glass bestows insinuation of beauty
Awaking at sunrise, portrays icicles clinging to life
There is coffee and oatmeal waiting for its execution
I feel burst of warmth hiding inside
The dog brushes head on arch of thigh
A child bringing laughter to the mundane
A reflection from window gives hope
Red bird of happiness has shown colors
Maple tree, dressed in all its glory
Luminous presentation for its occupants
Bring me back to present
There is a tear upon my cheek
Remember when
Will this be?
How can I do this without the what?
Then I am cast upon the present
Being thrown against window
A reminder of now
The beauty of simplicity
Forcing to think, I ponder
Living in the present gives comfort
Living in the unknown scares me to blackness
The rose is swelling with life…………….
Awaking at sunrise, portrays icicles clinging to life
There is coffee and oatmeal waiting for its execution
I feel burst of warmth hiding inside
The dog brushes head on arch of thigh
A child bringing laughter to the mundane
A reflection from window gives hope
Red bird of happiness has shown colors
Maple tree, dressed in all its glory
Luminous presentation for its occupants
Bring me back to present
There is a tear upon my cheek
Remember when
Will this be?
How can I do this without the what?
Then I am cast upon the present
Being thrown against window
A reminder of now
The beauty of simplicity
Forcing to think, I ponder
Living in the present gives comfort
Living in the unknown scares me to blackness
The rose is swelling with life…………….
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Never to be forgotten
A man was lying in the street
I knew he was poor
White lose fitting garment
As immaculate as a morning sky
His eyes looked familiar
Kind loving and bright
Blue with white lights
Eyes were glowing
Wife was shown briefly
Dressed in black and white
Slender, dark hair
Beautiful thick wavy hair
A baby was born
I was told he was sick and dying
I asked if the wife knew
She would not understand
Not ready for this lifetime
The whole time, he was sad
Kinder gentlemen I will never meet
I dreamt of Jesus that night
I knew he was poor
White lose fitting garment
As immaculate as a morning sky
His eyes looked familiar
Kind loving and bright
Blue with white lights
Eyes were glowing
Wife was shown briefly
Dressed in black and white
Slender, dark hair
Beautiful thick wavy hair
A baby was born
I was told he was sick and dying
I asked if the wife knew
She would not understand
Not ready for this lifetime
The whole time, he was sad
Kinder gentlemen I will never meet
I dreamt of Jesus that night
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