in the future moments will
come when one person says
to another, “That was great! ”
...
I knew the minute you
walked away, it was over.
That minute we turned our
backs on each other, forever.
...
As I look at the photographs
with you in my arms,
looking one at the other,
all I can sense are your charms.
...
I’ve been caught in a trap
of live and learn.
Walls crumble down,
while my mind burns,
...
Sometimes, I search,
tripping over the stone
that’s meant for me.
Before long, I realize the
...
“The winter's comin' on
Summer's almost gone, ”
sang Mr. Morrison that
night as I drove to forget
...
falling in love is
like a crisp, refreshing
Spring rain
...
Hey, little one
you burst into this world,
with your arms a-flailing
and a cry so wonderful.
...
A heavenly aroma permeates the air
as my nose begins to twitch and flair.
My body instinctively seeks this smell,
a desirous appetite I need to quell
...
you're an angel, baby
but you've been doin' me wrong
playin' both sides of your shoulder
you keep stringin' me along
...
Save me! !
I’m falling, plunging
into a ring of tragedy
shot full of despair,
...
the night air was crisp
we all stood still,
watching history unfold
...
Clear yourself
from bias for awhile please,
and listen to these words
as they are set to melodies.
...
Cousin,
night was showing its first signs,
when over the hill came a white stallion
with you wondering behind.
...
If you take green and
give it Midori, maybe
a little Vodka, you could
Melonate the forests
...
River, ripple with the wind,
record the cold clouds
of a blueless sky, it seems
so lonely on this pier.
...
a robust south wind blew today
caught my baggy clothes
from behind, the arms
of my sweater and pants legs
...
@stan.pelfrey quirky/poet/singer/songwriter/guitar/photos/videos stan.pelfrey@yahoo.com #troyny now - #chattanooga native www.youtube.com/channel/UCWI4AtCaIOcRQEPRPfqy_jA my poetry style is ecclectic... ...just a quirky guy trying to sort through a very crazy life. I have a degree in English Literature, but work with computers. Go figure? I have been writing songs, poems and stories since I was twelve, and I am now 47. I play several musical instruments, including the guitar, bass guitar and saxophone. I am a life-long baseball fan, and even though I'm from the South my favorite team is the Philadelphia Phillies. In 1994, I was able to have beers with several members of the team, including Danny Jackson, after a loss to the New York Mets and two days before the strike that ended that season. That's all for now. stan)
Future To Future
in the future moments will
come when one person says
to another, “That was great! ”
we never know what
the future holds in store
for us-in it’s infinite
wisdom-but surely you and I
know of it’s impending arrival
some believe the future
holds great times ahead,
some believe in a bleak
fate and still others believe
unborn moments hold
a catastrophic end
me, I like to think that
maybe, just maybe, it
will all happen at the same
instance-I mean some things
will be great, some bleak,
some beginnings and some endings
“great” things will only
happen in the future, because
of now, and that’s tough enough
to decipher-so I will plead, now,
and leave the future to the future
Retreat in this Poem is great. Very sensible poem and great work.