Sweet words I never heard more that from you,Give me hope, lead me along giving me clues, How to open that tender lock on your solid heart, So I may make it soft again with the sounds from Cupids harp.
Category: Poetry
DANCE FOR ME MY DARLIN’
Toad stepped on the toadstool, And bellowed out into the wide open blue, “Oh, what do you do, sweet darlin’” “Take me home and twirl” “Sweet lady dance to that old blue tune,” “Save a dance and twirl for me too” “In step, out step,” “We step in pace” “Lean in for the goodnight kiss”…
CHILDREN IN PUDDLES
Little tiny pattering drops, Splish splashed by little crocks, Dashing and pittering away, On a bright rainy day.
SOULMATE
Life on top of the mountains mesmerizes the soul, As I reach to touch the sky Hoping to soar as the gloriously majestic eagle Onwards towards the sun Shining like my love for you each day, soulmate mine.
DID SOMEONE SAY CHERRY PIE?
O’ sweet cherry pie your the love of my eye O’ sweet cherry pie your the one and only desire of mine.
ETERNAL DREAMS
A dream that lasts forever is but a puff of wind along the lonely fields of wheat lost on the worlds grind stone It lasts forever, Forever is as a second never finding it’s tick passing by quick & sluggish Like love it retires, over sleeping heads which encourage the awake but in truth, this…
LIFE SOUNDS
Silence, life sounds, Humdrum in bubbling bounds, Wonderous redeeming force, Waves of dramatic sonic disruption, Drowning thoughts, raining intercourse. Flows off the tongue, Silence lays its head, In sound & restless slumber.
HELL? OH, HELL NO.
No halo, no wings, no harp, oh my, Wait I didn’t just die, Oh no, did I? Pinch myself, ouch What mean joke, I’m still on the couch, Cough, cough, someone needs to dust, Here comes someone, should I trust, Strangers voice hushed, Come with me sir, lets see if you should be crushed Fearful…
JOURNEY
Going this journey alone is becoming a swamp of no return Lost in the brush or stuck in the mud I become Each days journey never ending even when the sun winds down Endless hours toiled with no harvest from the soil Empty promises shrill in empty ears and hallow halls Eyes sunken and shallow,…
Scarred Wounds
Sitting alone in a sunlit room I gather my thoughts into a loom Weaving possibilities, hopes, dream, & ambitions Doing my best to avoid the feeling of impending doom & gloom That so often overtakes me about noon I do by my best to avoid it because it will be here soon To tease me…
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