It almost feels like summer, breeze at the dusk, killing mosquitoes. It feels like Taking a stroll on National Mall, On a summer night in front of Lincoln Memorial. Playing Frisbee riding bike On the meadow in front of the Capitol.
My summer in the capital With you, him and her and them and myself alone
It feels like the humidity in the swamp, with jazz playing in the background It smells like crab cake and french toast, out from the diners I frequent It looks like the summer sky, cloudless, your eyes
The meadow the ducks, summer dress and birkenstock. Brunch, breeze and bike, followed by more bike rides along the riverfront.
Sitting on the marble stairs of the Supreme Court Dipping toes in Reflection Pool
Summer in D.C. oh how I much do I miss you and adore Summer is a state of mind and so does love But you never fail to give me the feelings of those above.xxoo
how to explain this feeling in me? I sense an earthquake It has destroyed and shaken All the pain away It is an ocean In renewed devotion The woman with the hair on fire This revealing ghost Mere haunting creature And no bad is left behind her Only longing Only hope So delicate it explodes In thin air So I close my eyes And we weep together.
I can't sleep I'm left aching All the time, I See a man on the Floor with a bullet In his head, out cold And dead. Mamma had Said. He's not same man She used to know, he is The devil kind she goes To church to pray for, in Fear Beelzebub put a devil Aside for me she cries seeing Seeing a silhouette of a man Who man ought to be my ghost
This is my Bohemian Rhapsody tribute. I love the song, the movie and Queen. I have become a big fan of the band, Freddie will always be a star- he was, is and always will be a star burning bright.
A frost had already settled late that night Into the tenth hour, when most would be sleeping All was quiet and cold on the front When the stars presented themselves, you presented yourself to the sky I imagine as gracefully as sunrise Quiet and unsuspecting, it sprang on us like an early spring
When winter turns to spring and daisies push their way through the dirt when the transition is done I'll think of your fight to push through life, yet open yourself up just as flower petals open to this world Even though you passed in winter, spring will remind us of you After a harsh winter, spring will be there to guide us, whether we've made peace with the season, whether we're ready and however early We'll pick daisies to take you with us on this spring's journey
For my dear Aunt, who passed away earlier this month. She was 39, but had a long fight with Cystic Fibrosis. Her favorite flowers were daisies :)
I heard the news today that you passed Our Heavenly Father has you cast In a play of angelic proportions Made you pure from life’s distortions As we grieve in our different ways Our memory of you forever stays
I remember our day we had in a northern town With sincere gladness, as you take up your crown Retrospective moments I treasure all my life As you lay at peace from your recent strife I will think of you often with warmth and charm So you rest well, my friend away from all harm
Your poetic words often struck a chord And in life, you were rewarded for your word Our chats over music, poetry, culture and esprit Showed your enthusiasm for people like me I only wish there is an opportunity for goodbye I shall send my spiritual presence to the sky
In this lifetime there is but one of us to know In your time on earth you had so much to show There’s a heartache, as time closes in A time of healing for us to begin So fly on with wings that soar far and wide In how you touched this life, fly on with pride
For a fellow poet David Swinden, also known as DarkDave in some poetry circles... sweet dreams as you rest, my friend