"oneil" poems
six chapters of Catcher in the Rye
keeping my hero alive, Normandy
how he must of felt, the headlines
breaking his heart, America is full of heart break
and all for the fickle romance and seductive nature
of war time Hollywood. What a *****
fill that selfish empty hand, when the world twinkled for you
and you were only in love with yourself in the mirror
he may be passed away, and far over the disappointment
the anger turmoil now understood of my favorite novel
written on tour during the second world war and for what
hundreds of thousands of copies of paper sold each year
and all he wanted was that one ear to kiss, he confessed Holden to.
I hope your life was as inspirational as it started , you hermit, you legend.
but **** you ***** Charlie Chap Coke **** *******
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 6:53 AM UTC
My ecstacy is strolling along the ocean
Breathing deep within
The wonderful aroma and
Feeling the gentle waves upon my feet.
It is my place of serenity
Takes me anywhere I care to go
Gently allowing my body to float upon the waves
Or happily splashing thru it all.
I love the seashore
My get a way from the hum drum of city life,
Giving much pleasure
Too fill me up.
Jackie ONeil
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 7:52 PM UTC
As I was strolling thru all these poems
Never did I find mine
Don't dismay said the quiet small voice
Within, we shall perservere.
Perservere I did to no avail
Even forgot my log in
Did not quit
Keep trying a little more.
So hear I am astrolling
Down among these beautiful poems
Looking around
and taking care.
Jackie ONeil
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Thankyou!!
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 7:48 PM UTC