I have always had an urge to write but it was only recently I convinced myself that I could. The poems on this site are my first attempts. I prefer to write in prose to rhyme. I intend to continue as it has given me more pleasure than anything else I have experienced. I strongly believe that we are all citizens of this world and we all deserve a fair chance at its spoils. If we take time to enjoy each moment as it comes we will all notice that we live in a wonderful world. I am interested in both Western and Eastern Philosophy, I am in love with nature and spend as much time as possible outdoors, inhaling the natural air and beauty all around. more »
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Bob Blackwell Poems
! ! At Days End
As our sun sets, our moon, a citrus segment, halfway to whole,
! ! A Happy Person
Storm blown ripples line my weathered brow, face a map of life’s journey, of striving, disappointments
! ! Life
This life, this energy, this consciousness, we sense in
! ! A Moment
Just a moment. Yes, a moment in time, A moment in your day, A moment in your life.
! ! Life Renewed
I look up into blue, blue heaven, watching a cloud move slowly drifting, floating, as it passes aimlessly through the unique experience of
! ! At Daybreak
Sun rises on our anxious world, Streams of light pass through trees, to uncover a partial waiting scene. Robin the day’s first sound, sings,
! ! A Slaughter of the Innocent
Surreptitiously, they came ten assassins, by boat
I Believe Before Everything Began, Befor...
The page is blank, pen is poised. Before time, before things happen, there was nothing, save for a void, a nothingness, a emptiness, no life
! Only Whispers
What good has the world done today, what deeds that make it now a better place? Very little do I feel? George on savior’s path to save the world.
! ! Spirit of Africa
To visit Africa, to spend time to notice
! ! More Thoughts
As I reflect on what has gone before, I consider, hopes and dreams both past and present, some dreams fulfilled, others broken, elapsed,
! ! Oneness
Our walk to discovery was blessed, with a silence wrapped in music, the songs,
! ! Before Time
Before time, before birth of clocks, watches, other ways to
! Sweet Butterfies
Butterflies, so quietly do you fly, you have no song, your wings do not creak or rasp, you do not make a noise,
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! ! At Days End
As our sun sets,
a citrus segment,
halfway to whole,
rises, on a
now retiring world.
Its warm amber glow
softens, calms, it’s
blush of orange, creeps
covers, warms, comforts;
it illuminates our view.
Days noise and bustle
lessens, stars appear,
moon now a silver piece,
brings nightfall, a peace,
a gentle whispered calm.
A stillness wrapped up
in starlight and secured
by moonbeams, has
no threatening shadows,
no noisy rising wants.
An empty mind holds no
sorrows, fears, concerns
or worries. ...