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Thursday, January 31, 2019
A whirlwind of memories, a band is playing and the clouds are gathering above. A young lady is dancing and she is mesmerized by the sounds, the people and her freedom. Rain falls, she has risen to the sky, in a bolt of lightening, a dream a song and a broken dance. She wakes on a porch somewhere and finds she is home, has been home and like Dorothy, it was all a dream, or was it? #ThePoetsList, #GetListed, #poetry, #poetrycommunity, #spokenword, #poetsofinstagram, #poetsofig, #writer, #writers, #writersofinstagram, #writersofig, #writerscommunity, #poem, #poems, #poet, #poets, #quote, #quotes, #poetsociety, #snapsnap, #teenpoetry, #teenpoet, #posts, #words, #writing, #writingprompt, #poetryprompt, #writingprompts, #poetrypromptsInstagram
Wednesday, January 30, 2019
I have been posting short stories, poems and personal commentary on my site for the past 9 years. I would love some real feedback, if you feel like it. My writing is straight forward and unpretentious, so if it seems pretentious than it's a bummer because I try to avoid that and any stereotypical or classroom type of writing it comes from my heart, my brain and then my fingers. Sometimes though, I feel like it's otherworldly. Looking forward to some honest commentary. Feel free to message. #bloggerlife #coffeelover#authorblogger #stylegram #writerscommunity #writer #wordpressblogger #shortstories #poems #poetry #literature #allme #writer #creative #love #selfloveInstagram
Black and White photographs, blood of millions of colors splattered and bleeding upon the images. Was life ever truly black and white, could it ever have been so simple and so clear? Hues splatter, like the stars on a clear moonless evening complicating the finite nature of the human mind. Tommy he walks his German shepherd as the first snow begins to float down. He is smoking a cigarette that will kill him one day and he knows it, he inhales and exhales. Tugs on the leash and heads back home. Wendy is staring out her bedroom window over contemplating the contrast, brightness and the tone of this postcard she is watching unfold. She smiles, pulls the shade and lies back in bed, under cover, safe from the chill, but not from the images she dreams of. Me, I walk upon the sands of Coney Island watching the waves in front of me, ebbing and flowing, flowing strong, then ebbing slowly as if in shame, in defeat. The old teacher told me once that, “life does not consist of any sure things, just a group of hopes, wants and needs. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose and even those results are never quite clear.” I know the answers, sir, I know life's truths. I just need some waves of success to come to me now. Been chasing for too long, bent out of shape and rusted. Where does this train take me, will it show me the way? “Be true to who you are and all will fall into place." In the distance a baby is crying and I can sense the tidal wave coming. “Life happens and the answers will come in their time.” #poetry #poems #poem #poemporn#wordporn #poetsofinstagram#poetofinstagram #poembyme #mypoem#mine #writing #writingcommunity #poet#igpoems #igpoem #igpoetry # ig writers#igwriter #original #originalpoem#originalpoems #poetsociety#writersofinstagram #writerofinstagram#writer #authorInstagram
Waves and the sands
Me, I walk upon the sands of Coney Island watching the waves in front of me, ebbing and flowing, flowing strong, then ebbing slowly as if in shame, in defeat.
Tuesday, January 29, 2019
Absurdity in a Bizarro World
It's a virus being passed around and it causes distorted truths. Air is like water to the deep breath, water like fire for the thirsty and the sun shines darkness to the Earth. Air is like water to the deep breath, water like fire for the thirsty and the sun shines darkness to the Earth. We have been hypnotized. Brainwashed and zombified into walking these streets expecting fresh air and sunshine only to be met by this wet darkness. Empathy is a hashtag and a posted call for prayers.
It's a virus being passed around and it causes distorted truths. Air is like water to the deep breath, water like fire for the thirsty and the sun shines darkness to the Earth. Air is like water to the deep breath, water like fire for the thirsty and the sun shines darkness to the Earth. We have been hypnotized. Brainwashed and zombified into walking these streets expecting fresh air and sunshine only to be met by this wet darkness. Empathy is a hashtag and a posted call for prayers.
I had to laugh. I was walking down avenue P (not a metaphor of any kind, I was actually walking down avenue P) I received a text telling me to uncover the mirrors in my life because a co-worker had just been given the promotion I had been working towards and in my mind deserved. Now I was told that I should congratulate this person, to whom I I have spoken with at most, 100 words in my life, for his success. I had to laugh at the absurdity of it all. I know now that this is all a prank being pulled on me. A joke being told to a joker. This world is truly upside down, backwards and actuality has been compromised by bizarro reality. It's a virus being passed around and it causes distorted truths. Air is like water to the deep breath, water like fire for the thirsty and the sun emits darkness to the Earth. We have been hypnotized. Brainwashed and zombified into walking these streets expecting fresh air and sunshine only to be met by this wet darkness. Empathy is a hashtag and a posted call for prayers. Violence is expected and peace will never be true. It's gone and it's been gone for a while. I'm just riding the F train (again, no metaphors here as I am literally on the F train) shaking my head and thoroughly convinced the puppet master is playing a joke on me. #poetry #poems #poem #poemporn#wordporn #poetsofinstagram#poetofinstagram #poembyme #mypoem#mine #writing #writingcommunity #poet#igpoems #igpoem #igpoetry # ig writers#igwriter #original #originalpoem#originalpoems #poetsociety#writersofinstagram #writerofinstagram#writer #authorInstagram
We are so much more than we or anyone else can fathom. We are doctors, lawyers, lovers, artists, walkers, sleepers, watchers, doers, eaters, fathers, mothers, children, grandchildren, hoisters of our flags, singers, chefs, sun bathers, showerers, word creators, social network butterfly's hoping to be discovered, unemployed dreamers, resume writers and loners who avoid crowds. We are vicious people loving animal eating, tree hugging pescatarians, carnivores and cannibals of sorts. We are lovers of peace but hate that we must wage war to preserve that peace. We are God fearing, loving atheists and believe in talking to ourselves asking for guidance from a higher power who we have never seen or exchanged words with. We are abstainers who choose to participate in our own terms and arena. We are arm chair umpires who know in our heart we can do it all better. We are dreamers who live each day in rote fashion because we just don't have the energy anymore to fight. We are broke yet feel richer than Kings when we are surrounded in our world. We are searching for answers within the questions and climbing mountains without any shoes. We are pressure cooking our brains and somehow we live to tell the tales. We are poets, storytellers and love way too intense. We see beauty in the mundane yet feel as if we are lost in a junk yard with all exits chained shut. We are race car drivers in traffic jams and we are airplane pilots with a fear of heights. We can change the world but we cannot pay our bills. We are headlines without a front page and a ball game with no balls in sight. We are who we are and that means much to the ones who matter. We love life and we want to live it beyond society's barricades. Do I make myself clear cause I am confused. I am a contradicted man without limitations. Thank you. #poetry #poems #poem #poemporn#wordporn #poetsofinstagram#poetofinstagram #poembyme #mypoem#mine #writing #writingcommunity #poet#igpoems #igpoem #igpoetry # ig writers#igwriter #original #originalpoem#originalpoems #poetsociety#writersofinstagram #writerofinstagram#writer #author #freddyzalta #amanofcontradictions #unemployedInstagram
Monday, January 28, 2019
Empty eyes closed now, soul and heart departed...faith decrees there is dancing once again, left hand in hand clutching a forever love and right hand waving towards the sky. Grieve not for the damaged for their departure - celebrate them for their journey and the chains of pain they leave behind...the true freedom awaits them as they are greeted by the ones who came before them - in love, dignity and realizations. Read more link in bio #januaryblues#momentsbecamememories #omypoetry#untwineme #bymepoetrylove#bymepoetryasia #avoicefromfaraway#poettree #womanpoetry#micropoetry #bleedingsoulpoetry#globalpoetcult #writers follow writers#veinheartartisans #writers_around #writtenword #globalagepoetryfeature #silverleafpoetry#abodeofpoets #worldofpoets#poetrytribe #madewords #poetryporn#typewriterpoetry #poetsandwriters #alzheimersawareness #twitterInstagram
Empty Eyes
A life once grasped so tightly, right hand in the air for the music, left hand clutching another... celebrations and a glass or two of wine. Empty eyes staring with a hint of what? Anger? Confusion? Fear? O the lamentations of the empty bodied survivors as they are fed, changed and put to bed with love and care...the circle of life that no one yearns for…
Sunday, January 27, 2019
The will to never forget is waning - with leaders around the world having won elections with ideologies which touch on if not rely on xenophobia. The will to never forget is waning - with mass murders inspired by baseless hatred taking place daily around the world. Religions are pointing fingers and guns towards the ones who do not believe as they do. Populations are educating infants to hate all who are not as they are. Hatred is in vogue these days - right vs. left, liberal vs. conservative - it's a never ending circle of destruction. Acceptance and respectful dialogue have been lost and schoolyard taunts have taken its place. Remember? Yeah we remember the murdering and the attempt to exterminate the Jewish people. As a Jew I remember it well and am reminded of it every day when another elected politician expresses their true selves. Outrage? It lasts for as long as a tweet or a hashtag lasts. So on this day of remembrance we should not only remember - we should be cognizant of the hatred that has been reincarnated and is living within ourselves. As Victor Frankl stated; “I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love.” #mine #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #writersofinstagram #writerofinstagram#writer #author #holocaustrememberanceInstagram
Day of Holocaust Remembrance 2019
The population of Los Angeles and Houston - every human being in those two cities - add up to less than 6 million people. Imagine if both of those cities were suddenly swallowed up and each person was killed?
In this midnight hour, moon is nowhere to be found and the street lamps have grown dim. I find myself lost in my own home town with no familiar places around. Which way to home? Which way to you? I run down a familiar street searching for a sense of comfort but it's a dead end. Strange cold breezes, dead ends and dried up lagoons where we once swam in the summer and made love in the sand...I can still feel your breath, still taste you on my lips… Which way to home? Counter feelings on the fields fighting hand in hand warfare. Blood in the grass and death at my feet. Dreams, desires, hopes and lovers… Last grasp for the chance to live again… To be reborn… If love is a soldier and life it's arena, why is death so easily embraced? #poetry #poems #poem #poemporn#wordporn #poetsofinstagram#poetofinstagram #poembyme #mypoem#mine #writing #writingcommunity #poet#igpoems #igpoem #igpoetry # ig writers#igwriter #original #originalpoem#originalpoems #poetsociety#writersofinstagram #writerofinstagram#writer #authorInstagram
Friday, January 25, 2019
Moment in Time (waiting) A lonely walk onto the stage, scattered applause and idle talk amongst the spectators in this theater across the street from the lagoon that has dried up and left memories in the sand where we once stood, sat and slept … Together. We wait for the time to come, any moment now, for our time to come. Fire on the rocks a shot of water on the side. Any moment now. Any moment now. A bird sails high above us as we walk through this vacated parking lot adjacent to a long abandoned church .. Faithful ghosts who once knelt on pews asking for guidance have turned to stone waiting… Bus stop down the road, soldier waiting for a ride home, he's been there for years or so it seems… Turned to stone waiting.. Any moment now. Any moment now. Plane flying up above pushing through the clouds, it's heading for a place called anywhere but here… The passengers have been dreaming of this escape for lifetimes.. Turned to stone dreaming. Any moment in time can be measured on scales using love and joy. Any moment in time can be measured by memories and scars upon our skin. Waiting for the revelation to enlighten the ones waiting for, waiting for salvation. Any moment now.. Any moment now... #artofpoets#poetsofinstagram#writersofinstagram#poetrycommunity#writingcommunity#poetry#quotesofinstagram#writers#wordporn#igpoets#writing#writerscommunity#poemsofinstagram#micropoetry#poets#lovepoems#poemsporn#poetryporn#spilledinkInstagram
Jubilation and Waiting
Counter feelings on the battle fields, fighting hand in hand warfare. Blood in the grass and death at my feet. Dreams, desires, hopes and lovers… Last grasp for the chance to live again… To be reborn…
Thursday, January 24, 2019
That feeling you get when you realize that anything is possible. You pulled rabbits out of your hat and sliced assistants in half, magic… Watching the doves fly away as you tipped your hat in salutation. A lonely walk backstage but you know it's a short walk back home. You once felt so limited, discounted dreams for realities you could not accept. You could not remember if you were supposed to start praying for a salvation that you didn't think existed or to simply give in to it all. The old man told me over and over that anything is possible and I always laughed. My mom always believes in me and I took it as love. Finally I am free. I now believe that I can fly, I can soar and I can be me. What else do I need? Oh it's a feeling of jubilation, a parade of heroes within your inner self. The different people you have been all your life come out and greet the ones who always believed and always gave unconditionally. There are no ghosts, only different versions of the world floating about. Listen to them, learn from them and embrace them. They will lead you on your journey and will never leave your side. God is within and across everything and everywhere we touch and see. Close your eyes, take a deep breath and you will see. #artofpoets#poetsofinstagram#writersofinstagram#poetrycommunity#writingcommunity#poetry#quotesofinstagram#writers#wordporn#igpoets#writing#writerscommunity#poemsofinstagram#micropoetry#poets#lovepoems#poemsporn#poetryporn#spilledink #writtenconfessions #anythingispossible #closeyoureyesandsee #god #hashem #one ****picture not mine found it somewhere****Instagram
Wednesday, January 23, 2019
Beauty like the ocean, below the blood red moon, on a way beyond cold January evening. Her hair fallen upon her shoulders, leading down her neck and resting on her back. As she sits on her bed thinking about a book of love, written by a friend of hers from another century, in her mind she sees him and wishes him well. White sheets surround her, draped upon her, while the light from the window causes a glow to rupture through the darkness and brings on another thought about another life she has lived. Danielle was her lover for some time. She used to love to paint her from a short distance, coloring the life inside of her eyes. She said she was a poet, she said she was an actress, she said she was a painter and it was all the truth. Frances was her best friend and they slept together through her late 20’s. He taught her about whiskey and she taught him about tears. He swore he saw his future within her eyes, she shrugged and said it was all just another lie. Brought on by fate, faith and prayers from his lips and tears from his eyes. Tara swore a temporary affection, Henry simply danced. Thomas drank his way through her door and Harry learned to sing. Betty wandered into her room then simply wandered out. Douglas tap danced outside her window, while Cyrano whispered some lines. Marlon acted tough and strong only to cry in the dark. Mary promised to stand by her side, while the way rushed on through. A list of lovers, a litany of excuses. Forgiven each time for the beauty… Below the blood red moon, yellow doors slamming shut and pebbles thrown against the windows of her room. Can one ever truly understand your desire or true love? Oh but the long of her back as she sat upon the bed, the sheets at her side and her hair fallen down… What is love? Is it lust disguised or is it a feeling of resignation towards emotional rollercoaster tours? No more, no more, no more dark rooms and smoke stained clothing. No more, no more, hypnotic perfumes pulling me towards a majestic Vista of skin and feminine beautiful absurdity. A view through a window, she is sitting alone upon a bed, with white sheets and her hair is fallen upon her shoulders… Oh well...Instagram
Absurd Beauty
A list of lovers, a litany of excuses. Forgiven each time for the beauty… Below the blood red moon, yellow doors slamming shut and pebbles thrown against the windows of her room.
Tuesday, January 22, 2019
The Moon and Time
We walk along beaches when the temperature has fallen and the moon is hanging low. We struggle for answers to the questions we’ll never truly understand or truly know. We howl at the Moon and anyone else who stands in front of us. We pen short poetry because we need to shed some tears. We […]
We walk along beaches when the temperature has fallen and the moon is hanging low. We struggle for answers to the questions we'll never truly understand or truly know. We howl at the Moon and anyone else who stands in front of us. We pen short poetry because we need to shed some tears. We walk among stones, barefoot and unclothed as the wind is blowing and the darkness is screaming down at us from our past. We run from the ghosts because the ghosts are ourselves. Frightening, disturbing and simply in pain. Tell me Miss, how do you define strength? Excuse me sir, can you describe this lesson? because I have no clue. Maps, plans and step by step instructions do me no good once the exit has passed and there is only a one way bridge up ahead… Leading to where? When? Oh the moon, that damned moon stares down at me and mimics my howls in jest. It's easy to sit there all day judging us howlers, why don't you try and play this part for a while? Gratitude and acceptance are answers, focus on the here and now can bring one a momentary peace… But there are bills to pay and life time just passing us by. Thank you, thank you, I love and accept you all. Please let me know the code, to the draw, where the answers are. Love and health,is all you need, with all of that, how can you avoid happiness? Breathe, reflect and look within… The answers are all within. Please send me that code… To that place within me, set it free, set it free. We walk along the sandy beach, shoes in hand and eyes on the waves. With each caress of water we are cleansed, reborn and set free. Well, that's one way to look at it. #artofpoets#poetsofinstagram#writersofinstagram#poetrycommunity#writingcommunity#poetry#quotesofinstagram#writers#wordporn#igpoets#writing#writerscommunity#poemsofinstagram#micropoetry#poets#lovepoems#poemsporn#poetryporn#spilledinkInstagram
Monday, January 21, 2019
Through a boarded up window with bars, a street sign, a passing car in the rain. A long time at home a wave and then a farewell. She was a beauty and her smile warmed the world around her. Her song was sung, loud and strong, a wind of soothing sounds that pacifies the wars across the land, within the hearts and souls of the ones living for the island of dreams. Freedom. A long goodbye, a long walk towards the light, the end of the tunnel, the end of the road, the end of an April filled with blessings and blossoming flowers and leaves. October's harvest Moon, strung lights are being hung across the trees. Upon the streets, trees are uprooted and suddenly, dreams are reality. A short street, a long walk, times up. Times up. #artofpoets#poetsofinstagram#writersofinstagram#poetrycommunity#writingcommunity#poetry#quotesofinstagram#writers#wordporn#igpoets#writing#writerscommunity#poemsofinstagram#micropoetry#poets#lovepoems#poemsporn#poetryporn#spilledinkInstagram
Sunday, January 20, 2019
Have you ever watched the day begin on a deserted beach somewhere on the coast of New Jersey? Graciousness is an understatement in describing the sense of an overwhelming rebirth. The waves never wavering throughout the dark still come charging towards the shore as the darkness dissolves into the brightness of a new day. Have you ever seen a new born crying? Have you ever watched a loved one dying? Have you ever felt a sense of dread that you felt as if the whole world around you was invited somewhere and you were ignored? Invitations for celebrations, where secrets are revealed and the end of the rainbows treasure is found? Have you ever truly breathed? Have you ever felt an exhalation? Have you ever truly felt love? For yourself, for your eyes and for the way you act? Have you ever felt a sense of self pride? Have you ever danced, slowly? Have you seen the sun rise? Have to let it all sink in? Listened to the rooster and have waken up with a sense of gratitude for a new day? #gratitude #artofpoets#poetsofinstagram#writersofinstagram#poetrycommunity#writingcommunity#poetry#quotesofinstagram#writers#wordporn#igpoets#writing#writerscommunity#poemsofinstagram#micropoetry#poets#lovepoems#poemsporn#poetryporn#spilledinkInstagram
Swirling waters, never ending views of bays and Sundays. Pictures and postcards, memories of what seems like yesterday. Raindrops and false predictions of snow storms, hot chocolate and street lamps across the way. Beneath the ground a group of gentlemen are playing bluegrass while tourists snap pictures and drop coins into a hat. Swirling clouds, never ending views of giant buildings and lonely days. Photographs from another lifetime circulate on the front page while snowflakes descend from nowhere and float all around. Pass me my glasses, I'll have a cup of coffee make it light, reading about an old miracle as spring makes its way towards home. A slow train making its way, visitors from another place and time on board. Coming home. #instapoetry #sundays #snow #slowtrain #writersofig #lifefetishInstagram
Friday, January 18, 2019
A basket, a case of identity theft or was it an errant pass, from the past? Reminder to live and breathe, look around and remember that sometimes life is simply black and white. Was he him? Was she her? Did they lie or was it a simple error in judgment, a quake, a shake of the truth causing errors all across the cities? I am... Is that not enough? I was, yet that wasn't enough. A Patsy for trust, a photograph and a bed frame in rust. Colors sweeping across the floor like stars soaring across the sky. Is it just a delayed reaction to a force of nature or a simple contraction? All I know was that it hurt, it still hurts and it'll probably hurt when I'm covered in dirt. When the daiseys push up the past and the rocks are left by a guest. Do the ghosts still wander round while the gates are locked and there's no one around? A fly ball to the outfield, one out to go, you let your arms drop and the ball fell to the ground. You should have caught it, you should have caught it, instead you let it fall. You let it fall #igpoem #igwriter #instapoem #poempouring #mistrust #poorjudgmentInstagram
No words to post here, been lost in this maze of emotional corruption. No more false giants masquerading and posing as false gods. No more stray dogs feeding off of my dreams at night. No more songs being wasted on deaf ears, no more suspended emotional responses. No more false rhymes to express some inner emotional turmoil that has lost its way. No more black roses and no more tears falling over false smiles, false adoration, false bridges to nowhere. No more lies. No more nightmares, just fantasies coming true in bright colors. No more hatred and racism, disguised as false patriotism. No more barriers without doors. No more leaders standing on bully pulpits entrancing people into following unison by division. No more No more... #igpoetry #igwriter #instapoetry #nomore #punchintheface #blondes #liesInstagram
Thursday, January 17, 2019
Spirits underground, soft light darkened by the passion for the past. There is no train in the vicinity, yet there is a train passing by. The images of the riders are unclear yet so apparent. I can see history flying past me, flying past… So much has passed… How could I ever go back to Oz? The yellow brick road is now a yellow line and it deviates from mile to mile. In the distance I can sense some awakenings among the hopes for my tomorrows. Spirits underground, the darkness of this road has been revealed by a flash of light to be the pathway to our true destination. Take my hand… Don't let go… Don't turn around and dwell on the past, it'll turn you into a pillar of salt. Face forward and live for each step. The past is gone, nothing left to say or do. My promises are about to come true, open your eyes, the best has come at last, for me and you. #underground #instapoetry #writtenword #odetoloveInstagram
As the day comes to an end, there is a slight breeze bringing on the mid winter evening. I meet you at the crossroads and we embrace. Clouds stream across the sky, a red light, a street lamp and the effervescent aromas of peaceful love float across me, across you. We are one. We are one. #poetryoftheday #poetrychallenge #instapoetrygram #loveyoujes #dusk #Brooklyn #11230 #oceanparkwayInstagram
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
We worry, we worry and we worry. We fret over missed opportunities and then miss other opportunities because we are too busy feeling sorry for ourselves that we do not see what is important is standing right in front of us. Social media is a collection of facades with the occasional truths. No one posts a missed credit card payment or an unemployment application. Selfies are taken as a chance for someone to see what others cannot. Love is real and even that can fade away should it be neglected and overlooked. Say I love you more often. Look behind you when you go through a doorway to see if someone is behind you so you can hold the door open for them. Stay sober for parties, you'll have more fun being yourself. Be patient, be patient, be patient. Respect yourself then you can respect others. Sing loudly, laugh often and keep your faith. Living for today doesn't mean being reckless, it means enjoying each person who surrounds you, accepting everyone and living in the present. Money comes and goes, people only come and go. Treasure them. Treasure yourself because you are someone else's treasure. Never lose hope and if you do, please get some help. This world is always better with you, even at your worst. Be truthful to yourself and to others, be forgiving and be loving. Words can heal, words can crush... Choose wisely. Express yourself, your true self. Not someone else's vision of who you should be. Don't just hug, embrace! Look into her eyes... Stop thinking and look into her eyes... So much beauty around us, yes there is a lot of ugliness too, but if you look, really look around and within your world, you will see that all the world is 99 percent beauty. Did you read this? What are your thoughts? #beauty #lessonforlife #teachingmyself #life #love #embraces #truth #writtenwordsInstagram
Tuesday, January 15, 2019
Time ain't on my side, nine years ago I was 42 years old and thought I knew it all. Now 52, half way to 53 and I realize I have no clue. So much left to learn, to see and do. My resume includes a lot of stuff I'm not proud of but also a lot of stuff that keeps me walking with my head held high... And even so, it gets cloudy up there and visibility is almost non existent. I seem blue at times that's because I am and that's ok. It's who I am. I fall, I stand up, brush the dirt from my clothes and keep on walking. It's who I am. Been thrown for a loop lots of times but my faith keeps me going. Every Man Understands Nothing About Heaven, yet its existence is embedded within ourselves, it's what drives us and keeps us going. At times I wish that life had an eraser like a pencil but life is written in permanent marker and all we can do is try to adapt and learn. Express gratitude to all who are true, express gratitude for all we have earned and for all we are given. Am I talking too much? Is anyone even reading this? Ten years? A drop in the pan. Here's to the next fifty years! #thenandnow #tenyearsafter #proudInstagram
Monday, January 14, 2019
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Friday, January 11, 2019
In this town, where the clouds hang low and the night arrives in a whisper. In this town, the city of churches and the borough of hills and valleys. An older man walks across the bridge proclaiming himself emancipated from the laws of culture that have strangled him for too long. Goodbye to loneliness, goodbye to tears, goodbye to sleepless nights and goodbye to my fears. Sing, sing this song, your song... An anthem in praise of another round of change and strands of strength. A prayer, a novel, a life and a song of love. #Brooklyn #Manhattanbridge #anthem #nomoreInstagram
I've been too long on this platform, waiting for a train that will never come; its been over 20 years since I last walked with you - its been several lifetimes that have passed me by. I walk alone these days, a man in full with a heart that has been healed but is forever scarred. The clocks keep on moving forward, you can't ever go back home again. To the evenings when the crowd began to stomp their feet and the lights went down low. When the captain and the kid danced in the ring one last time for the world to see. The old man is gone and the old days are past us now - we move on and we move forward. But I still miss you old friend. Remember the night by the river, those two girls from Spain who taught us how to dance and how to drink red sangria? I caught up with one of them recently and she confirmed the fact that it actually happened. As I get older I tend to question my memories as to their legitimacy - I was happy to see her and said goodbye with a tear or two. Where has it all gone? So I ask you my friend, where did you go and why did you run? Was it the life we lived that made you feel that you no longer could go on? Was I a burden to heavy for you to share? Was it the gold in the sky that you wanted all for yourself? Was it Eve who talked you into listening to the snake which ended our walk in the park? It's all over now - it truly doesn't matter - too much pain and time has flowed - like an open vein under the warm water that once bathed us - it's all over now. #sangria #memories #fiction #human Full post on my blog check bioInstagram
Red Sangria (Proof of a past)
We once ran up the streets together, baseball gloves and bats in hand. We used to walk together singing the same songs, reading the same books and even loving the same women. We once were like brothers – I can feel your embrace and remember our conversations late into the night. I trusted you implicitly […]
Thursday, January 10, 2019
The Curse of the Poet
Lost in my over thinking…the curse of the poet who dares to see beyond what others pretend to recognize. To define colors as only their own eyes can define them. To hear the music and read the words better than the composers or the scribblers. The curse of the poet who dares to love way too intensely and yearns for a life others would find unbearable.
Lost in my over thinking… the curse of the poet who dares to see beyond what others pretend to recognize. To define colors as only their own eyes can define them. To hear the music and read the words better than the composers or the scribblers. The curse of the poet who dares to love way too intensely and yearns for a life others would find unbearable. I love, I want, I lust, I ache to walk along the path untrodden yet to find my way home quickly. My soul is imprisoned by hopeless aims constructed by others who preach which path I should follow in life; to simply follow them as they follow their own path towards their own goals. I cannot lie anymore If I do I will not live for long. Breathe, breathe, breathe. #poet #poetryporn #burden #instapoetrygram #instagramwriters #innerstrength #twitter #curse #blessingInstagram
Wednesday, January 09, 2019
“Someone to watch…over…me.” She ends her set with this song, that for her, is a prayer. The applause dies down and she walks backstage. She sits in her dressing room in silence but can hear the crowd laughing in the background. “It must be Joey or Joanie on stage now.” She thinks to herself. That silence though! It overwhelms her and she begins to shake, afraid she will shatter to the ground and disintegrate in a whirl of dust… Read more! Link in bio! #instashort #instawriter #gershwin #love #poetryporn #poetrychallengeInstagram
A Star is Gone
“Someone to watch…over…me.” She ends her set with this song, that for her, is a prayer. The applause dies down and she walks backstage. She sits in her dressing room in silence but can hear the crowd laughing in the background. “It must be Joey or Joanie on stage now.” She thinks to herself. That silence though! It overwhelms her and she begins to shake, afraid she will shatter to the ground and disintegrate in a whirl of dust…
“Someone to watch…over…me.” She ends her set with this song, that for her, is a prayer. The applause dies down and she walks backstage. She sits in her dressing room in silence but can hear the crowd laughing in the background. “It must be Joey or Joanie on stage now.” She thinks to herself. That silence though! It overwhelms her and she begins to shake, afraid she will shatter to the ground and disintegrate in a whirl of dust… Read more! Link in bio! #instashort #instawriter #gershwin #love #pain #poetryInstagram
Tuesday, January 08, 2019
When the joke is not funny and it never truly was... When her eyes seemed true and you remember them as blue, but the tears she cried were brown with lies and dirt which fell down. Stained your white shirt and destroyed all sense of trust… When the joke is not funny and it never truly was... I can come soaring, spinning and roaring. All shiny and new. I thought that joke was funny and I thought I heard a laugh… Oh the silence that can suffocate a lost soul, can't anyone hear me crying? Another night falling, no moon, no stars and no sentries to guard the world. I can't make it through...I can. I can come soaring, spinning and roaring. All shiny and new. I can't… I can. I can come soaring, spinning and roaring. All shiny and new. But the joke wasn't funny and the answers had no correlation to the questions and the words didn't rhyme until the next sentence… #instapoetry #poetry #writerforhire #poem #writer #rhymes #Tuesday #punchintheface #oldcity #BrooklynInstagram
Joke was Not Funny (or Dirty Stained Teardrops)
When the joke is not funny and it never truly was... When her eyes seemed true and you remember them as blue, but the tears she cried were brown with lies and dirt which fell down. Stained your white shirt and destroyed all sense of trust…
Monday, January 07, 2019
Up at dawn, grab the bottle of milk on the doorstep, pick up the newspaper and lock the door. New day, new beginnings a new moment in time. Heart out of rhythm with the clock, seem to be running too fast or to slow. The wind is cranking up outside blowing the dust and the lonely sheets of paper into mini twisters. I close the shade. It's still dawn, a new day, another chance to change things up a bit. Broken tooth in my mouth, it's ok I can live with a broken tooth. It won't effect my smile, nothing can. Sing a song, son, sing a song for the man who walks on the avenue with a pipe and a sight limp. Sing a song about the morning and how it's truly a gift, each day, each moment a gift. Here, there and everywhere. I used to blame him, I used to avoid responsibility for the actions I made. It made me feel better thinking it was someone else's doing. It's all me, it's all me. If I can pose for my winning I must personally own that I did a lot wrong. I never knew, I should've listened but somehow I thought I knew better. Failure is a painful experience and no amount of words can change the course of it's destination. Only accountability, acceptance and the ability to learn from the errors in judgment can set free or ease the burden of the past. It's not dawn anymore, coffee is done and there's nothing but death and posturing in the paper. It's a new month, time to thank my higher power for the chances I've been given. #monday #instarevelations #owningit #life #dawn #twitterInstagram
Sunday, January 06, 2019
Looking up, no instructions, no obstruction yet no clear path. The urge to hang low head slumped, eyes focused on each step, each pebble or crack in the ground. A smile is rejected as if it were a lie, prayers always accepted as I look towards the sky. He is here, there and everywhere, yet somehow the sky seems more appropriate to ask, thank and cry towards. Look up, looking up always looking up. Smile accepted within it's all true, it's all true... #sundaypoem #instapoem #lookup #OneInstagram
Friday, January 04, 2019
In the end we will look back and see that the only emotion that truly mattered and had an impact on others was love. Hatred is a one day headline and can only lead to destruction. Love can build galaxies. Love can cause pain, laughter, healing and despair. But the effects of love will always heal us in the end. Memories of a stroll, a kiss, a smile or a song playing somewhere. It's all that counts. Love propels us to glory, to success and to failure. Regardless of outcomes, love is the only true emotion that can heal the world. Posers are frightened of love because t love cannot be fake. True love, not Hollywood love, true love, breaks through barriers no matter it's makeup. Over and through walls regardless it's height. So what is left over in the end? Love. Not money, not how good of a salesman you were, not your looks and not the car you drove. It's was your door open for friends family or strangers? Love, a smile,a hug, words of encouragement, a kiss and simply being there. Love always, unedited, written while standing up... Freddy #love #hope #thatsall #instapoem #instapoetryInstagram
A slight cough, a sleepy train ride and a hopeless adventure to the land of Oz. So many questions, too many crooked answers, so many lies A worn out shoe, a slow paced run through the streets of my hometown. So many memories of bad choices, too many crooked brothers, forgiven. A quick glance in the mirror, so many lines, a quick shake of my head and I am back lost in a moment. I own it, I own it all… That doesn't help when all is lost. A house, a dream, paradise and trust. I own it all. No devil made me do it, it was simple youth and ignorance which caused me to be so naive. Caused me to believe. #instapoem #instawriter #twitter #ownitInstagram
Wednesday, January 02, 2019
There is something about a comedian dying that always seems to hit a bit harder than the usual celebrity. They dedicated their whole life to bringing smiles, chuckles and laughter into this world. Often at the cost of their own physical or psychological well being. Farewell Bob Einstein, thank you for the laughter. #BobEinstein #funkhouser #superdaveInstagram
Tuesday, January 01, 2019
I want, I want to feel the heat upon my skin. I want to swim in the open waters as the sun sets and I hold you tightly against me. Upon my heart, within my soul... I want to walk across the sand and watch as you lay upon your chair, sipping your drink, getting a tan. I want to break free, with you beside me... Imagining free, freedom from the pollution that is choking us, taking from us any sense of life we once tried to live. What is an eagle if not to soar? What is an open road when one is caught behind bars. Dreaming, wishing and praying for deliverance... I want, I want to feel the heat. I need, I need break free... Come with me... #instapoetrygram #instagramwriters #breakfree #twitterInstagram
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