A Day Not Led
Get Up, in your head.
Sunrise’s free, truth’s unsaid.
Lie now, time soon dead
Find joy, love and harmony.
Share with poetry.
Time for a Bigger Clock
Time waits on no one.
The future wound with shared hands.
Now is tomorrow.
We’ve walks in the wood and strolls on Main Street.
Our times hand in hand are always a treat.
We’ve snuggled close many a night at the beach.
Our windows foggy, but horizon’s in reach.
We’ve sat at home with the music down low.
Our lips in sync to the songs we both know.
We’ve woke to mornings wishing to never end.
Our moments magnified when a lover’s a friend.
There once a young ladd from a small beach.
His eyes grew bigger of a world out of reach.
Till ships bells called, future’s clear.
Away to venture, the beach stayed near.
Anchors away, the waves did teach.
Warm smiles await sleepy morning eyes.
Song birds welcome sunny bright blue skies.
Our days ahead filled with nature, music and art.
Time shared together is our futures start.
Another sun rose, words yet to appear.
Birds chirping happily, their voices I can’t hear.
My darling soon awoken, my hearts full of cheer.
Life filling silence sounds to me so dear.
Another morning passes, writing is unclear.
Returning soon it may, or maybe many a year.
I thought I wrote with pencil, I guess it’s with my ear.
Now another day’s calling, time to get in gear.
I tried to force a poem today.
But poetry doesn’t work that way.
Seems all my words are kept at bay.
Thoughts simply sculpt what hearts convey.
With wheels unturned can’t play with clay.
That doesn’t mean my mood’s cold and gray.
Or that my feelings for you have gone astray.
Flourishes flounder, neigh to stay.
Gladly “I love you” I can always say.
Don’t fear death, but be concerned.
You’ll leave behind all you’ve learned
The bridges crossed and bridges burned.
Stones skipped while some left unturned
Desires quenched and desires yearned.
Heads dazed and heads turned.
Friendships had and friendships spurned.
Sublime sedations’ and emotions churned.
There’s love given and the love returned.
So be forgotten not, life was earned.
Melodies meld, moments mellowed.
Minnie lulls with many an ode.
Chaka puts me in a loving mode.
Many a sun’s risen on Abbey Road.
Zeppelin gets me high.
Hendrix makes me sigh.
Often pondered is The Great Gig in the Sky.
And for Adele I sometime cry.
Infinite sounds fill our head.
Let’s not forget The Grateful Dead.
Life’s music with or without words said.
Yet none more harmonious than whispers in bed.
My head’s full of wonderful things.
And the wonder that optimism brings.
Our time ahead looks clear and bright.
With the love of another all is right.
We’ve seen our baby’s first steps and the fall that stings.
There have been tiny kittens and balls of string,
children’s laughter on the backyard swing.
And a pouncing puppy with a new chew ring.
We’ve heard fledglings learn from mom to sing.
Felt the love of another, forever to cling.
Saw young gulls afloat on untested wings.
Now to enjoy joys again with all the joy you bring.
Perspective’s the Point
love and share to forever grow,
rebirth’s far too slow.
Ills to Frills
Hate kills and love thrills.
Words will chill with fiery quills.
Never still pays bills.
Hatred in the heart
cedes peace to heat in the head,
when one dies, two dead.
I wish to taste a million flavors on your luscious lips.
A million kisses needed between the nibbles and sips.
I wish a millennium for our wishes to come true.
Forever, I wish to savor all the flavors of you.
Love is an abstract.
Feelings flutter to distract.
Time passes to parts unknown.
Thoughts of another, ego’s grown.
It’s as undefinable as an alien code.
Like a funky beat to a Shakespearean ode.
Or a Rembrandt with a Picasso tone.
In love lines blurred but never alone.
The deaf hear no lies.
And the blind see no evil.
But pain’s felt by all.
Starts with a trickle,
source yet unknown – sneaky are they,
pods bursting when grown.
doesn’t hide the obvious,
Fog slowly lifting, there’s a chill in the air.
Ocean breezes billowing through tousled hair.
Footsteps on an endless beach led to today.
Horizons coming into view, here we will stay.
My words of late soon to fade,
the feelings felt forever made.
While ups and downs come and go,
waves of wonder we’ll come to know.
If a painter I to be,
filling life with discovery,
penning sonnets with oceans green,
there to paint an endless sea.
Or if an explorer I am to be,
quills soaring high and free,
dancing in fields of clover green,
there to ponder what yet to foresee.
Perhaps a poet I to be,
painting rainbows in hues of glee,
paper mountains yet printing green,
there stars aglow gaze back at me.
But a simple man confused I be,
feeling love am I as you can see,
gazing endlessly into eyes of green,
there my heart knows for her I be.
There’s some consensus
that answers are relative
There’s no consensus
that less thought is better taught
There is consensus
that resistance isn’t yes
I love her body close to mine,
entwined are we in endless time.
Breathless kissing, tongues tenderly touch,
minds roving, feeling much.
Sighs and moans, giggles and purrs,
yet the silence tells me I’m hers.
Soar with me my dragonfly.
We’ll journey to a distant sea.
Where the Mer folk swim effortlessly,
in this sea Mer’s too we shall be.
There to venture most happily,
awash in time, floating blissfully.
Then to walk we will in loving tranquility.
On paths uncharted we’ll roam free.
We’ll dance on rainbows days not sunny.
Our mind’s impassioned, bodies tingly.
To soar, you and me, we’ll dream reality.
And in age we’ll see. timelessly.
When frustration stays
Stress and anxiety start
Writers block happens
Writing writes its own right time
Minds need recharging
The signs never clear
Signals usually crossed
Paths always lead on
Flowers sent in secret.
My love exclaimed without regret.
Words to let your heart know,
my loving arms won’t let you go.