Broken
But that is love
In the way you fashioned it
After all the time all the longing
After all the tears all the laught

The marmalade sky
Extends to the horizon
Violets and blues
Shaded the canvas’ hues
Sun...sets incredibly soon.

When I write poetry, first I conc
And for hours, and maybe days, I
To find right words to use
That will express my views
And if need be, the old Thesaurus

Jane told Tarzan toodle-oo
and moved away to Arizona
because although it’s hot out ther
it’s a dry heat and not the swamp
of heat she found herself panting

What are we doing?
Do we have any idea?
Do we even care?
Have we become like these stars th
Are we just hurtling mindlessly?

Jezebel could you bring a city to
what man you have led astray could
your stare makes the weak man stro
drive a tempest to a breeze and st
with your eyes like a spear, could

Rose, harsh rose,
marred and with stint of petals,
meagre flower, thin,
sparse of leaf,
more precious

Poetry, My Love
The story has no plot or ending
It runs rampant through the pages
It is oblivious to informative tho
But an ode to the love of words

Coloring books were so much fun!
As a child, I kept my colors insi
I was good at that!
Afraid to go haywire,
I also drew my lines

The Hardening
Infants breathe in the gentle air
In that strange new paradise calle
As it opens its tender arms
And catches them when they fall

I live in a four-walled box
A TV, a couch, pictures on the wa
But my heart is homeless
A sweetheart, no one I can call
Night time in this big city

As in
The ice petals of an orchid
challenging an entire glacier
comprised of all that enchanted
the very same seed from which

No one cares about the past; I kn
I’ve locked it away; threw away th
Got no use for it, be it now or ev
I choose not to recall unpleasant
I’ve loved, I gave it all; now I’

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If I were a boy
I’d have it easy
My heart would not control my mind
Pass my Time

when man kind was newly born
no oath, no bond had yet they swor
no heart ached over a love forlorn
when mankind was newly born
had he reason to want the stones t

A fine Thursday morn far as I can
No rain in the forecast, the sun i
‘Tis warm, spring is in the air; a
So let’s celebrate! God is good n
I woke up late and quickly drove t

In the face of hopelessness, they’
That they’ll survive the violent m
But in their hearts, their chances
That they’ll dodge the impending d
For the waves are mighty, of propo

Old photographs
Smudged and dog-eared
Sepia, black and white
Yellowed and faded
Frozen memories

Daughters are the names of those y
and actually there are a lot of da
but when you have your own, then
that daughters come into your life
There’s just something about a dau

Do you remember?
The first day of school?
You couldn’t wait to get home
Tell all your experiences to mom
How thrilled you were…

A secret passion;
A peculiar indulgence
She kept from everyone
Except her conscience!
And for so many years

Mother’s Tears
Little boy, don’t you cry
Mother will kiss away the pain
The angels will speak through her
With a lullaby, the most beautiful

Soon I’d be three scores and a di
But surely that’s no crime
Just have to alter my paradigm
Find newer ways to spend my time!
Years ago, I’d walk eight miles o

Silent Eyes
Gently we lie down
Not a word any spoken
Silent eyes we smiled
. . .

In awe-inspiring majesty, one of
Breath-taking, impressive, carved
At the dawn of creation, from befo
Of history brought man into these
In silence, we gazed at the immens

The highs and lows of this here li
Had tossed him 'bout till hope sto
The poisonous sting of death’s rem
he’d taken bravely with no remorse
A wandering traveler without a gui

Itchy eyes
scaly feet
achy joints
and bad teeth
hair so fine

Unfountainhead
Them fountainheads!
Betrothed Keating was webbed enta
Was caught by art critic Toohey t
End ego supreme Roark’s new visio

A woman of courage through all
walks of life.
Strengthened by hard blows that
threw her to her knees.
She struggled hard to keep food on

Howe's Final version
Mine eyes have seen the glory of t
He is trampling out the vintage wh
He hath loosed the fatal lightning
His Truth is marching on.

A doubt if it be Us
Assists the staggering Mind
In an extremer Anguish
Until it footing find.
An Unreality is lent,

Sometimes your life has to be turn
There can not be construction with
Things are different now and your
Written by Derrick Pringle Sr.
Copyright © 2013 Derrick Pringle

Your soul begins to hemorrhage fro
He knocked me off my feet and had
I then moved my head around as I
This is your lesson as well as you
Written by Derrick Pringle Sr.

I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the w
My soul has grown deep like the ri
I bathed in the Euphrates when da
I built my hut near the Congo and

Infinite, limitless, boundless
Continuous, unbroken, incessant
Concepts beyond my comprehension…
Constant, uninterrupted, endless
I gaze at the heavens and I see

I Find You
I find you in every morning dew
In every sunlight caressed flower
In every leaf every green bud
Promising I find you