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Calling by The Nomadic Eagle

Calling...

Calling…

Calling

I sit here in the morning.
Listening to you calling
my name.

I sit here in the morning.
Listening to you calling
my name.

No other but you can call me…

I sit here in the morning
Listening to you calling
my name.

I sit here in the morning.
Listening to you calling
my name.

no other but you can call me…

And I
I am falling for you,
and  your calling.

And I
I am falling for you,
and your calling.

Just a little something I made up while playing on the guitar yesterday. Still thinking if I should record and publish it another day.

The Nomadic Eagle

Calling...

Calling…

The Girl In The Subway

The Girl in the Subway Door...

The Girl in the Subway Door…

Looking at a girl through a subway door…
Wondering what her life holds in store…

So many places she could be going…
So many things I can’t even dream of knowing…

A life predetermined by a set schedule…
A life without life walking after a timetable…

This is the life of the girl in the subway door…
A life full of unknowns like dust on the subway floor…

The Nomadic Eagle

Catching a glimpse before disappearing forever.

Catching a glimpse before disappearing forever.

A Poem On The Underground Wall – Simon And Garfunkel

A Poem On A Subway Wall

A Poem On A Subway Wall

The last train is nearly due, 
The underground is closing soon, 
And in the dark deserted station, 
Restless in anticipation, 
A man waits in the shadows. 

His restless eyes leap and scratch, 
At all that they can touch or catch, 
And hidden deep within his pocket, 
Safe within it’s silent socket, 
He holds a colored crayon. 

Now from the tunnel’s stony womb, 
The carriage rides to meet the groom, 
And opens wide and welcome doors, 
But he hesitates, then withdraws 
Deeper in the shadows. 

And the train is gone suddenly 
On wheels clicking silently 
Like a gently tapping litany, 
And he holds his crayon rosary 
Tighter in his hand. 

Now from his pocket quick he flashes, 
The crayon on the wall he slashes, 
Deep upon the advertising, 
A single worded poem comprised 
Of four letters. 

And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding 
The poem across the tracks rebounding 
Shadowed by the exit light 
His legs take their ascending flight 
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.

Simon And Garfunkel

The Child Has The Right Idea to Expression

The Child Has The Right Idea to Expression

Nature In All it’s Majesty!

Nature In All Its Majesty

The one thing I can  not live without

is the majesty that mother nature is all about.

All of mother earth holds its beauty.

From the smallest snowflake to a landscapes majestic beauty.

Everyday we find ourselves surrounded by towers of cement and steel.

Not looking outside and feeling for what is real.

Everyday we just live life as it feels.

Forgetting what live is all about and how we can heal.

I come from a country with astounding beauty and splendor.

A child of Africa forever and ever.

But I find myself  now in a world of man made structures that lets the mind wither.

With an unquenchable thirst for what lies just outside among the heather.

It is my dream to return to Africa.

For there nature runs rampant and free.

From the somber lands to the high flying Águila.

Such importance majestic mother nature holds for me.

Let’s go back to the ways of old and live free.

Enjoying mother nature in all its glory.

Opening up our minds for only then we will see.

Natures unfathomable majesty.

The Nomadic Eagle

African Wildlife

A man in Love

A Man In Love

A woman has come into my life.

Full of love, sweetness and shine.

A funny thing is this thing called love.

Full of excitement, happiness and things of a kind.

A woman like no other.

This is the woman I have found.

And love her I will like no other.

This woman I love and I’ll say it out loud.

The Nomadic Eagle

Cheers To Good Times

The Life and Mind of Me

Putting life into words.

50 Shades of me

DARK BLUE

Hiking Photography

Beautiful photos of hiking and other outdoor adventures.

Chicquero

Nothing but an induced epidemic!

Trekking Tracy

Photos, Thoughts, and Da Kine

velvetmedia

Just another WordPress.com site

Let Us Be Travelers

“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.” --- Jack Kerouac

Andrea' Fellini's ...

'dives of a fertile mind'

Fairytale Castle

Discussions of fairytales

Willem se Blog

Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can.

Bloempages's Blog

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IMAGES & WORDS

No need to get fancy its just me

The (Urban-Wildlife) Interface

Urbanites in the woods, doing all our own stunts.

Ajaytao 2010

My Personal Opening to the World

Doug Alan

Doug Alan's Official Website

Through Harold's Lens

Harold Green Photography

Tau Zero

Photography - mostly outdoors, nature, landscapes, and the occasional abandoned building.

Morningjoy's Weblog

Thoughts and photos to share with you

the former Nostrovia! Tavern

Nostrovia! Tavern is a collaborative outlet of Nostrovia! Press to promote 21st century lit, publishing opportunities, & accessible Passionate Living > Making A Living. It's all process.

Consistently Conscious

Find Balance. Pursue Simplicity. Love Unconditionally.

THE FORESTER ARTIST

Creating art on the big canvas and the small ones too

thenaughtypoet

Poetry in my own words

Thoughts from the Outdoors

"A descent Into the Wilderness of my Mind"

Denise-Anne Reagan

...my poetry

frommymusings2u

Imagination is just a page away...

Mei poems

Just a poem@wordpress

Shannon A Thompson

You need the world, and the world needs good people.

DEAR HUMAN

These letters are written to remind you just how much you matter, just how important you are, and just how beautiful the gift of life as a human is.

berry556

Poetry - Stories - Opinions - Fiction

internalbutterflies

This WordPress.com site is an outpouring of confusing emotions and thoughts that i keep trapped in my head the rest of the time

summerwindow

A topnotch WordPress.com site

Sixpuns

It's Six Puns A Month!

A Gemini Life

A Gemini Life

paintedwords

Poems, paintings and images

I'm Not Lost, Just Weird

Qui Docet, Discit! (He who teaches, learns)

Céad Míle Fáilte

Trust is not a gift and must be earned. Love is a gift not to be spurned. Trust carefully. Love deeply

Nhan Fiction

"Hope is my catalyst."

call2read

Just a different point of view

Planet Surprises

Get the information by fresh

Dream, Pray, and Love

Musings of a Twenty Something

talinorfali

Don't ever change yourself to impress someone, cause they should be impressed that you don't change to please others -- When you are going through something hard and wonder where God is, always remember that the teacher is always quiet during a test --- Unknown

charlottecarrendar

~Weaving Words in her Web~

LUV JUNKIE

Become dust with me....insignificant and everywhere.

Give me 5 minutes a day and I'll give you a happier, more successful life

Ideas for success in relationships, career, happiness, health, wealth, with some jokes thrown in for fun

Pleiades513

Come Let's Fall in Love Again.

Vigil Kumar

My Whims And Fancies

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