Talmadge Rogalla

Rookie (22nd September 1968 / Edmonton, London, UK)

Talmadge Rogalla Poems

1. Conversation With A Tree 12/23/2005
2. Let Me Sleep 12/23/2005
3. Moonlight 12/23/2005
4. Man's Rule 12/23/2005
5. Again I Believe 12/23/2005
6. Loneliness 12/23/2005
7. A Gift In A Lady 1/15/2006
8. Many Words So Wise 1/15/2006
9. The Sweet Grey Stray 1/15/2006
10. There She Was 1/16/2006
11. The Strongest Friendship 1/16/2006
12. They Shall Be Seen! 1/16/2006
13. My Princess 1/16/2006
14. When I Am In Need 1/16/2006
15. My Dear Friend 1/16/2006
16. Glorious Smoke! 4/8/2008
17. The Beauty Of The Morn 4/11/2008
18. Mum 4/11/2008
19. My Sweet Angel 4/11/2008
20. A God Send 4/11/2008
21. Vanity 4/21/2008
22. Motorbike Mania 4/21/2008
23. Companionship 4/24/2008
24. Adam And Eve 4/24/2008
25. A Woman's Curse 4/25/2008
26. Cain And Abel 4/25/2008
27. Lantern 5/20/2008
28. Glorious Drink 5/20/2008
29. Grandpa’s Letter 5/20/2008
30. Unwanted 5/20/2008
31. Faith In A Precarious World 5/20/2008
32. Driving 6/3/2008
33. The Good Old Days 7/21/2008
34. Happy Returns 11/13/2008
35. Reflection 12/15/2008
36. Nanna And Grandpa 12/15/2008
37. The Path Of Wisdom 1/12/2009
38. A Reason To Live 4/27/2009
39. Illusions 4/27/2009
40. Last Words 4/27/2009

Comments about Talmadge Rogalla

  • Faiza Ahmed (2/8/2006 12:11:00 AM)

    Simple but beatiful!

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Best Poem of Talmadge Rogalla

Winter Blues

All day it rains,
The wind is howling,
Blowing down the drains,
Blowing through the cowling.

I feel so sad,
I feel full of gloom,
Another day of rain,
Another day of doom.

It gets dark early,
It makes me feel so sad,
The sun is hardly shining,
The winter blues are bad.

Please come spring!
Winter – Go Away!
Sunshine brings good cheer,
Joy throughout the day.

Read the full of Winter Blues

Moonlight

It is like the night between dusk and dawn, a cold void caused by her absence. She leaves; the heart feels heavy and hopes for the sunrise like a closed flower consoled, but not forgotten by the moonlight.

Then she smiles over the horizon and melts the misty morning with her beams. Once more the heart rejoices; the flower opens its petals, kissed by her radiance.

After giving so much she gently fades over the horizon leaving the flower to close her cup in the dying sunlight, only for the

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