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I bestow upon you all a small compilation of works dedicated to my wife. Happy Anniversary The number two is not for you, for you are my number one. My wife of whom I have the most fun. For there is no one else I would decide to have by my side, made clear, when I chose you as my b...
I felt the poem tells a story. I feel the poem is able to touch individuals triggering them to recant a story all of their own.
I am beginning to have realisations of my own weight issues. Mainly my gut. I must admit I love my food. My wife is an excellent cook and I very much enjoy eating out. I am partial to pan Asian buffets of which I find a delight as well as Lebanese. I also encounter slight respiratory ...
They see but they take no notice. They are told but they loose focus. The signs are there but they dwell in their naivety. Is it wrong to highlight a plight that you yourself know just might simply be ignored...? That is the question I ask.
Sorry. I was with a selfish person at the time of writing. Selfishness breeds frustration. Frustration manifest into hurt. Hurt led to anger. Anger materialised.
Whilst travelling on the train, the countryside can look really beautiful. I often ask, why is it when travelling through towns the onslaught of grubby residencies spoil the scenery...?
Laundry day. What more can I say...? Dirty clothes, I suppose, simply reacts with my nose.
Rebounding into a relationship is not the best cure for a heartache. In fact, it makes your heart ache just that little bit more. You can also end up meeting a heartbreaker. What rebounding does allow, is, it enables you to forge and coincide new relationships. For better or for wors...
My relaxation time is in my bath. I eat, drink, watch movies, listen to music, come up with ideas, ponder, dwell, dream, reminisce, and wish, in my bath.
I love this poem. I wrote it a fair few years ago. It is one of my better attempts I believe. Would love to hear what others have to say. My thoughts and ideas behind writing the verse was that it could potentially be used in some form of advertising campaign. I would simply be made u...
I was the victim of a tease. My own fault for wearing my heart on my sleeve.
I'm a firm believer in natural beauty. I do not believe it should be hidden under copious amount of makeup. I agree beauty can be enhanced. But subtly.
Relationships have a start, middle and an end. Step outside. Be outside looking in. Then you will see the change. Ask yourself, is it for the better. With me, my past was a no.
I am glad when I am able to put pen to paper in any given situation.
I've had to tread lightly here. Rightly or wrongly I have attempted to put into words how one could possibly feel before, during and after fantastic lovemaking.
A vivid dream, but I remembered enough to compose. Should there be any budding dream interpreters reading this, would you enlighten me please.
This is the verse I wrote for my wife on Valentine Day.
I was simply bemused at how hesitant individuals can be in a given situation no matter how dangerous, as well as having all the facts to hand.
I recently entered the world of responsible gambling.
A poem asking whether trains smell or not. As a frequent traveller I do get put off by the unpleasantness of a train journey due to a variety of different odours.
I was born in England but I am of Caribbean decent. I love my holidays in the Caribbean but they tend to get spoilt by mosquitos. They love me. I hate them. In fact, they drive me to the point of paranoia.
We all deny we have them. Carnal thoughts. Inspiration is all around. I do not hold back when a string of verses catch me. The difficulty comes in having the means to write down the draft at the time of creation. Memory is not always reliable.
Love is a contradiction. How soon we spoil anything wholesome.
When you want to be with someone their very being consumes you. They don't always know how you feel about them or the effect they have on you. They encase your very being. You want to be locked away, just you and them.
I had a fondness for someone and noticed a habit they had. The closer you get to a person, an individual, is the more you learn about them. You learn their foibles. Is this good or bad...?
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