I am wasting this beautiful life
sleeping all day all night
the snows keep me indoors
as I am not independent
but this laps top befriends me
more than do my very own
I reveal my inner self to the world
far and wide
and
within my shell of loneliness
then I slide
that no one can that hide
a lovely dog
they give me as a present
in this self wrought prison
Life burns like a Candle think 'tis the best present
as words flow out of me
like the Niagara
which also now has been rendered solid
if you want to melt my words
do use a candle.
Comments
Hello
Hi there Lovedly. I've been gone a while and I see you have been busy! This poem reminds me of something I just wrote last night. Hope you are feeling better and not so lonely.
Captain
hello dear Captain
nice to hear from you
Have stopped posting many poetry here
all abhor me too many poems being posted
This one I composed a few years ago I think
liked by so many
so I posted .
Howz captain doing on the ships!!!!
hahaahahlolRFLOL How are the kids
great poem
This is a really great poem by the way. I especially like the last phrase! Your poetry has a lot of deep meaning, but its not always easy to sort it out...which I like.
I like to comment on poems, but there is so many posted by lots of people. You'd have to make it a full time job to keep up and actually give each poem its due. I try to comment on 3 or 4 when I log in, that's the best I can do. Thanks for always reading mine!
cheers
captain
GREAT feeling Captain just read below
be satisfied
compose less read more
they all say
so........
hopefully I still live in
hope
as time to rejoin
in the far folds of eternal unknown eternity
is not a possibility
but a thought for many
Yet One can never say it's a fallacy
We know nothing beyond the grave yard
so I always ask folks
have you seen a dead rat
flat
That is the ultimatum of this life's existence
without any iota of doubt
If you have a different version educate me SiR
I do not want to bask in innate ignorance
Hi Loved
This cold easily makes prisoners of us all. That added to bad knees keeps me from rambling the forest as I once did. But, like you, I can still let my memories and imagination take me to places both known and unknown. I really like this poem. little typo in line 16.........stan
thanks stan
typo gone
but cold is still on
imagination running wild
in lovedly's own style
just let it glide
see forests in TV
and be happy
knock your knees
as if you were walking
be happy
stay warm
chill is like minus 30
even in midnight storm
Hi Lovedly
Good to see you keep marching on ....lending words to your inner thoughts ib verse form
Oh raj(sublime_ocean @ bby.com.. what a surprise
where did you
all these days hide
hope you are also enjoying
a life's ride
with gals and guys
astride
or
besides all ride
humour is my pride