Archive for April, 2011

Missing Beauty

Posted in co operatives, Love Poems, Poetry in Motion, Tim Pomatry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 28, 2011 by heartcomplex

Photo By Tim S Poma
Photo and Poem By Tim Scott Poma

Time it slowly tiptoes away
As the flowers in the garden stay at bay
Growing more beautiful each and every sun shinny day
As the colors in the fields erupt in such a beautiful array

With each passing moment the flowers they stand
They reach to the sky with their beautiful petal-like hands
Not begging anything, only hoping to catch a passing glance
She goes on walking by not noticing the flower amongst the plants

Swiftly she walks pass all the flowers tucked amongst the grass
She is not distracted by the flower or beauty as she walks on pass
So she continually marches on with time tiptoeing away
Not listening to anything that the beautiful flowers have to say

Distracted by the manifestation of material today
She walks with her head in a clouded stunned by an array of gray
As she tramples over and around all the beauty along the way
The flowers only hope she will notice before it is there final day

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Rolling Stones

Posted in co operatives, Poetry in Motion with tags , , , , , on April 28, 2011 by heartcomplex

By Jeff Walker and Tim S Poma

A rolling stone can call anywhere his home
Because he loves to roll and he loves to roam
For he knows life is a rhyme composed of a poem
And the rhythm he loves because he can feel the tone
He truly knows, we are never ever not alone
When he rolls with the gravel underneath his shell of stone
For in human nature, we this rock are all prone
To miss behave and think that we are alone
But when rocks they roll we feel the passion
As He sit and watches while society crashes
He swerves to dodges all the media masses
But he rolls away because he brought a book of matches

This Train

Posted in Love Poems, Poetry in Motion, Tim Pomatry, Weekly Photo Challenge with tags , , , , , , , on April 28, 2011 by heartcomplex

photo By Tim Scott Poma Photography

Photo and Poem By Tim Scott Poma

They say I’m looking dapper
But I really feel depressed
Is there possibly anything
That will take this weight from my chest
They say honesty will always set you free
And that is why I constantly
Discus and debate all the things I hate
For in reality I am only what I make
That is why I say so solemnly
What have I done?
I worked so hard for other
And let my self become
Just another sheep walking around
With my ears and eyes only staring at the ground
But I say its time to turn it all around
Make a run for the hills and join back up with the crowd
Where were all together and we all scream real loud
Where were all together our love is more safe and sound
Then it could ever be when we were apart
Then it ever was when we saved it in our hearts
For this dapper feeling that’s got me feeling depressed
is nothing more then lack of love and a little bit of stress
So to this I detest any other random words
For the only thing I want to hear makes me feel absurd
And slightly mistaken for a little bit perturbed
Just say that you love me and there will be no more pain
Just say that you love me and we can still make the train
But when you don’t speak its my emotions that you drain
And that’s when I realize I don’t want to go it alone on this train

Home

Posted in Poetry in Motion with tags , , , , , , , on April 27, 2011 by heartcomplex

By Tim s Poma and Jeff Walker

Home that’s where our heart is
Home that’s where we started
Home I long to go Home

It seems like so very long ago
We up rooted from the stars and we began to grow
Our Parents filled us in on what we think we know
Our heart leads the way and we begin the show

Home that’s where our heart is
Home that’s where we started
Home I long to go Home

Still Striving to connect to the spiritual unknown
Were digging up truths from the earth we call home
Looking and listening for words of the thrown
Our Life’s a journey we’re turning every stone

Home that’s where our heart is
Home that’s where we started
Home I long to go Home

Follow your dreams and manifest the known
I’m Singing to you from our far away home
Carefully listen to the words in my tone
Now Close your eyes and visualize our home

Because

Home that’s where our heart is
Home that’s where we started
Home I long to go Home

Seeds

Posted in Poetry in Motion with tags , , , , on April 25, 2011 by heartcomplex


By Tim S Poma

Planting seeds is fun every one
Let’s plant some seed for everyone
For the people who are blind and numb
May they see this vision and not become undone
For there is to much positivity floating round today
This is the reason we decided to stay
Even though we let a majority of the love get away
However we can still make more today!!!

Up Lift Up Rise

Posted in Poetry in Motion with tags , , , , , , on April 25, 2011 by heartcomplex

By Tim S Poma and Jeff Walker

Synthetics are on the rise
For profit they materialize
The existence of our matter
This is the reason for the media chatter
While the fat cat keeps getting fatter
Cause he is in bed with the mad hatter
In this town they created its tough to climb a ladder
And we all walk around like we don’t know what’s the matter

Up lift up rise fell my heart empathize
Up lift up rise see these eyes sympathize
Up lift up rise fell my heart empathize
Up lift up rise pull back the transparent layers from you eyes

Were so imbedded we can’t see clean
And we wonder why our children will not wean
From our broken thoughts and our twisted dreams
The truth comes out and we want to leave
Now do you believe, that faith will save this matter
Or can you not see that that’s, the reason for this tatter
For there pockets they line with there idols dollars
As the children starve and our war town mothers holler

Up lift up rise fell my heart empathize
Up lift up rise see these eyes sympathize
Up lift up rise fell my heart empathize
Up lift up rise pull back the transparent layers from you eyes

Lost Again

Posted in Poetry in Motion with tags , , , on April 25, 2011 by heartcomplex

By Tim S Poma

When I get this funny feeling
That the winds against my back
It’s almost as if the train has slipped the tracks
And I wonder if the things in life will ever bring it back
Or will I ever more be lonely
With the wind be hind my back

Because I am lost and lonely
I’m dirty and confused
I once was your only
I use to be your muse
No longer do I sit beside you now
I’m in another town
And when I’m alone boy how the whisky drowns!