Thoughts, Emotions, Ideas, and Dreams. I hope you enjoy reading through these poems. I write them on the spot as inspiration hits me. Occasionally I will post a few old poems of mine as well. Monday, February 9, 2015. Fashion, passion, a love for life,. A flair for peace and love and light,. A creative brain, an artistic eye,. With bohemian, hippie, and free-spirit sides. Wednesday, July 4, 2012.

Laura Lynn enter into my world. Tuesday, October 11, 2016. Monday, November 16, 2015. Thursday, May 29, 2014. A goodnight to the Day. Sunday, May 11, 2014. Monday, April 14, 2014. Today I am not well,. For I know what you mean. As I drive this morn. I can no longer stand,. Thursday, March 13, 2014. A plateplunged tothe floorshattering intopieces fr.

Want to know about me? Saturday, February 3, 2018. This link is to my instagram photo on which the haiku is based upon. Monday, October 28, 2013. Tiny ruptured piece of string. Tuesday, October 22, 2013. I had thought that i was strong enough. My feeble heart will make me weak. I had always thought love invites love. Her heart is made of lead. My love failed to pierce through.

As I walk along in life, my muses dance with reflection inspiring me to release the thoughts and emotions of my pondering mind through poetry. Prompt Poetry and Promotion page for The River. Plus the archive of my older poetry. Saturday, October 15, 2011. All material unless otherwise stated. K - Keep Sakes and K - Kinetic Art.

Flowing blood rivers giving life to human form. Streaming nutrients, oxygen and cleansing properties of the body. Personal and collective choices invade the purity of human existence. Changing the colors to a terminal necrotic state of the human form. Life is more than human form, a cosmic spirit. It is a breath of life undisturbed by time or space.

Published in Issue number 7 - Seamstress. Thursday, August 22, 2013. On the wood splintered face. Holy GOD of UP-ends,. Friday, July 12, 2013. I hear, I feel. The glow so-oh much bigger.

From me, Arron Palmer, or A. Thursday, 7 July 2011. Clouds rolled in your eyes-. White over blue like two. Small planets in your sockets. I was an astronaut, finally,. You had your hands in pockets,. Mine, not yours, to draw. Me closer to your sighs. And the safety of the station;. Cables in arms, pressed palms,. Pulling this spaceman home, finally.

I traveled a long time to this island,. To pursue my education here. When beyond the distant traffic,. I saw a pretty, young woman. Sparkles from her vision,. Journeying so friendly to the haven of my heart,. Her eyes were full of sensations,. I captured with my living admiration. Her reddish lips which sealed by affections,. Called to me with clear approbation. How sweet and sincere was her smile,. Her glowing face and blooming beauty captured mine.

I remember him well, His endless hands holding me, His sweet voice lulling me to sleep, His eyes promising me the world,. I remember him well, but most of all I remember those hands;. The hands of my protector. I remember him well, but most of all I remember those hands;. The hands of my disciplinarian. I remember him well, but most of all I remember those hands;.