I hear you have a little cold
it really got you in the nod.
You cough and sneeze
it’s nothing to please.
you chill and fret
it makes you sweat.
So sleep and rest
do your best
when you conquer the beast
go have a feast.
A real nice day
to idle time away.
Soft blue skies
offer no disguise.
A gentle breeze
to do as you please.
Friendly warm sun
no reason to run.
fields of grass
nothing moving fast.
A real nice day
things going my way.
Just went to the store to buy some more.
But it got a little tricky as I got picky.
I browsed and looked through those aisles on foot.
Pushing my cart but not feeling real smart.
The soups were piled up but not right for my cup.
The potatoes had eyes so they weren’t good buys.
I came to the meat thought, what should I eat?
The hot dogs looked green so I knew there were mean.
The chops were packed all squished in a rack.
The steaks looked bold but a few days too old.
So I left the store even though I wanted more.
It’s peanut butter and jelly always good for the belly.
I don’t want life to be hard and cold.
Every time you turn around
there’s a bump or bruise.
I want to be surrounded by
kindness and love
feel the soft caress of
family and friends.
I want to see happiness flowing by
while sadness drowns
and hurt washes away.
I want to see anger
and shouted harsh words
soften by care,
melted by forgiveness.
I want everyone to take time
to reflect and build
a bridge to a kinder world.
There are many times that I just can’t work
my mind and heart are somewhere else.
I’m not really sure where they go
but it has no connection to the task at hand.
the words are winding in and out
while images dance on my thoughts.
I know for sure, the poet’s word
is a vision not seen by those around.
The poems are read and understood
the words so real to the naked eye.
But the world of birth is never revealed
except to the heart of the post’s mind.
She stands tall and proud
limbs long and outstretched
stripped of her veils and imagery.
Balanced and poisded
rooted in her purpose
beautifully naked against the
winter gray sky.
Does man stand as tall
against the winter of his life
stripped of youth, of airs,
no disguise to hide behind?
Is his purpose as rooted
as balanced, as proud
as Nature’s majestic Sycamore?
We all want to be touched
by wonderful music, beautiful art,
love of our fellow man.
To be moved, drawn,
taken to places unknown.
To feel an overwhelming chill
from a beautiful orchestral phrase,
to be filled with warmth and joy
from the color of a canvas,
to feel the wonder from
touching the creativity of mankind.
How music, art and poetry
cause such emotion is unknown,
but we all know when we are there-
what a cold world it would be without
the beauty of music, art, poetry and love.
Our lives are as fleeting
as a snow storm in March.
Raging wind, pellets of ice,
blankets of clouds graying the day.
The calm, the beauty, the serenity,
the glow of the fresh, innocent snow.
So alive, so compelling, so now in time –
so quickly forgotten.
Is our purpose in life to leave behind
cold legacies and monuments in stone
or take with us the beauty
the serenity and the glow.
Why does man feel he must be immortal?
Leave his mark on the world.
Most of the time, his mark should be erased
or never drawn in the first place.
Is the word a canvas
waiting for strokes of dark, ugly paint
or is it a fleeting symphony of joy,
hope and passion?… Read the rest
Life is like a river, with all its twists and turns.
Just when you think the sailing is smooth
a storm sets your life in turmoil.
Whether a flood of turbulent trouble
or a drought of boredom and unrest
our lives seem to flow with an unknown current.
We are sure we know the course we are on
but in the time it takes to draw a new breath
we no long know where we are.
it seems the way has been flooded with conflict
we are no longer secure in the path we have chosen.
It takes courage and faith to find a new way
to trust ourselves and our ability to k now we are right.
It is such a joy to feel really happy.
Your heart sings, your fee dance
your mind sways in the wind.
The world is light
you float on a breeze.
The world moves
to the rhythm of your joy
every note is sung
with the voice of contentment.