Category: Poetry

I usually take a dim view of people dressing up helpless animals … but as I made a monkeyof myself as well, I thought I might be excused for this one! Enjoy your holidays! Silvia

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, There was nothing to eat, for man or for mouse. The stockings were worn and were somewhat threadbare, No hope for presents or candy was there. The children, asleep in their bed on the floor, With bars on the windows and locks on the doors.…

I’ve finally found the word I was looking for. It means ‘the fear of long words’. The word is (this is serious!): Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia.

Here in the den, tucked slyly away, Warm for the winter, while snowbirds play, I sleep here in silence, as most lay at rest, And dream of the flowers, and the sun on my chest. I’ll wake in the spring, when things start to growing, While honey runs smooth, and the wind stops its blowing,…

I write so much inside my head, I fear you will not understand, I place my fingers on these keys and pray that God would still my hand. An arrow pierces to the quick and causes mortal soul to bleed, As words appear upon the page my heart laid bare for all to read. Are…

The book he clutched (do you remember that photo of Saddam being led to the gallows, clutching the Koran?) Of all the thuggery the world has known from the subtle to full blown few can match the art so well as one guy I hope’s in Hell. He was indeed a prototype who never learned…

Seven o’clock and I’m sitting alone, Waiting for you to call on the phone. Long lonely nights without you in my Den, Thinking about all the mess that I’m in. That other bear, she meant nothing to me, Now, Mama bear… how can I make you see! That even though you don’t think it’s funny,…

credit: Vangelis ” The Tao of Love “ (Bounced off: Butterfli’s ” I call you friend “) Friendship “It is my hope that you find peace It is my help that you have when you need It is my love that shall never end And it is all because I call you friend “ And…

Winter’s growing old, Snowmans’ heart is cold. Breezy wind’s a-bumpin’, Icy heart is thumpin’. Turn another morrow, Hollowing a furrow, Winter wind is sawing, Snowmans’ heart is thawing. Whistlin’ through the trees, Brings Snowmen to their knees, Taking on the pain, And touching every stain. Just before he fades, To all that God has made,…

(This is a poem to a former lover, who died alone in a single vehicle car crash. We rode a motorbike for thousands of miles.) Last Night Last night, from far away, I thought I heard a distant sound, beckoning me, waking me, urgently calling me. It seemed to me it stirred an old memory…