Where bumble bees sing to morning blooms, sunshine fills sleepy rooms. Little birds chirp to ring in the day. The town folk thrive and children play. ~ Evening’s all spent cozy and warm; everyone huddles at word of a storm. With a common goal of tranquility, their smiles all share the harmony. ~ Freedom reigns and peace assured, caring for all, we’re all adored. And though this place is yet to be found, in dreams we meet when feet leave the ground.
Good morning all, the day is bright. Let’s sip our coffee then we’ll write. The night is done, the demons at rest. Pick up your pens, time to be best. ~ We’ll reflect upon yesterday’s past, the good and bad that didn’t last. Check the boxes in columns we’ve made. And erase the X’s we hope will fade. ~ The mission begins with a feeling or word. The march is forward, never deterred. Ideas explode and emotions guide. Pages fill with what others would hide. ~ The rush then over, a battle won. Some bring tears while others fun. Sheets bare awaken surprise. Good morning all lets open our eyes.
Today I know not what to do. So I think I’ll try something new. I’ll color a poem with skies so bright, with stars that twinkle every night. ~ There’ll be no wars or no hate. Conflicts solved with just debate. There’ll be no clocks to dictate time. There’ll be no violence or any crime. ~ There’ll be no pollution or climate change. All will be loved, there’ll be no strange. Peace will be our common goal. Joy we’ll share from our soul. ~ There’ll be no hunger or disease. Children will play as they please. Crayons will be free for everyone. So let’s get a box and start the fun.
Day to dusk and dusk to night, night to dawn and a new day’s light. Time as life cycles in a spectrum of hues. Frequencies frequently dulled by blues. ~ Every second a shade setting a tone, rainbows intensify when not alone. Clouds engulf or stars shine, wheels tint our chosen line. ~ Years may fly while hardships creep, troubles fade when dreams we keep. Brush aside the grays in a timely fashion; pull pastels into a daily ration. ~ Day to dusk and dusk to night, night to dawn and a new day’s light. Alarms will sound and snoozes ensue. The palette new, what color are you?
On a canvas our lives are drawn, born of purity, thrust into dawn. Colors seduce, every stroke another day, our every action a shade of gray. ~ Hardships endured many tears ago, the pain forgotten, losses to forever show. With each scar we’re sculpted, our hands bear the tools. Minds write the stories of masters and fools. ~ Covers ever changing as we choose, pages between paid our dues. Lines filled in, some hues gone astray. Upon our death the frame we’ll display.
Lulled by music without a sound, sleep arises when feet leave the ground. The high notes soar, the low notes pound, harmony’s felt all around. ~ Eyes closed with visions bright, darkness consumes, and we call it night. Stars shine with guiding light, our sun awakens a new day’s sight. ~ Hidden worlds then unseen, reality just time between. There’s months of white and of green, pastel shades fill the scene. ~ Ghosts of the past by our side, together we travel far and wide. Upon their wings, how high we glide, melody’s echo like a changing tide. ~ Life is lived never alone, spirits follow on their own. Reminding us what to atone, joining then when we’re grown. ~ Death’s a part of paying dues, we only cry when we lose. The future is for us to choose, we’re still singing, singing the blues.
If to paint you in my mind, extra space I will find. Many things I could forget. Hit delete with no regret. ~ On the brightest wall you will stand. There I’d stare, brush in hand. Heart beats thumping, a flourish made. Details cherished never fade. ~ In my head we shall dwell. Sharing thoughts we’d never tell. On my shoulders you will ride. Our joy displayed in our stride. ~ The outside world no longer exists. Boxes checked on all our lists. Imagination will be our place. My only vision is your face. ~ All our wishes will come true. Our dreams are filled with me and you. But a painter I’m not nor a thief. Freedom’s greater than my relief. ~ For if to hide within one’s brain, there is no future or life to gain. Our time together on change depends. Our tomorrows then will know no ends.
Yesterday I felt abstract. But the picture’s still intact. Colors and shapes are in line. But the edges are all mine. ~ The final piece isn’t always neat. Things get trimmed or to delete. But when it’s shaded no one knows. We choose if it’s dull or glows. ~ Though life’s mistakes we cannot hide. It’s sink or swim to ride the tide. Life’s ever changing each day begun. Unlike the seascape, either fog or sun.
If to live a life of fantasy, immortality bound and trouble free. Never to be a wannabe, desires fulfilled by decree. What would they be, Oh what would they be? ~ To be an explorer on the open sea, nature bound and living free, the entire world I would see. I’d fulfill life’s destiny. Where would it be, where would it be? ~ An artist perhaps, filling the world with glee, history bound and creating free, painting for all a new reality. Or I’ll write a song with perfect harmony. How will it be, how will it be? ~ Maybe a billionaire on a shopping spree, luxury bound and spending free, rolling about with bling and scree. Or I’d give it all away to charity. What would it be, what would it be? ~ A philosopher would be great, solving life’s mystery, intellectually bound and thinking free, cleaning up mankind’s debris. And debate all who disagree. When will it be, when will it be? ~ But I’m not, I’m just me, homeward bound and mostly free, curious of complexity. Loving and loved I guarantee. Who could it be, who could it be, it’s you and me!
The pressure’s on to write another. The question is; why do I bother. I wake each day before sunrise, colors burst before my eyes. ~ From black to purples then reds galore, the depths of each I shall explore. Orange and yellows welcome pale blues, clouds frame the futures clues. ~ Thoughts of dreams now come to light, yesterday’s dread now out of sight. Rhyming words soon fill my head. Verses form when the sleep is shed. ~ I ponder what this day will bring. I’ll sway in time as the birdies sing. I hope a love poem’s seeping in. Thinking of my sweet I start to grin. ~ She slumbers while I meet with dawn. The beauty of each I am drawn. Though today my mind’s a bit a-flutter, perhaps tomorrow I’ll write another.
Only dreamers live the life they choice.
Only gamblers have a life to lose.
With every word there’s a cost.
With every second a second’s lost.
Every child has a dream to live.
Every parent has a life to give.
And for every wish there’s a smile.
But only love makes it all worthwhile.
I sit at the kitchen table waiting for thoughts to come. So far none’s forthcoming; I’m hoping there’ll be some. Time is quickly passing as I stare off into space. If wasting time were a sport I know I’d win the race. ~ But words don’t run on tracks and thoughts know no time. But if patience is a virtue then waiting is no crime. Procrastination is a different thing, results will find away. It’s a choice that we make to give away our say. ~ Yesterdays’ may be gone but our actions will remain. Mistakes made along the way will leave a lasting stain. We wake each day to change, thinking everything’s the same. But time moves only forward and tomorrows’ we cannot tame. ~ We’ll take our deepest breath and dive in head first. We try to make the biggest splash to satisfy our thirst. The volumes fill up fast, their content is our own. The good we see in others reflects on how we’ve grown. ~ The time is getting late and I’m fading fast. Why must the future wait while sleeping off the past? So I’ll wait another day for something new to write. The winter blues are passing and mornings looking bright. ~ Optimism’s on the rise though heights often chill. Pessimism is an easy fall but the bottom is no thrill. Windows will soon be open and fresh starts will appear. And those webs in the attic just need the spring to clear.
Yesterday’s thoughts written today, is tomorrow’s poem on display. Feelings recorded and colors felt, the past is gone and hand’s dealt. ~ So I sit with a pad and pen, soon I’ll write but I know not when. Will it be happy or a little bit sad? It may not be good but something’s not bad. ~ My heart beats and music is heard, the world’s often dark and time’s blurred. Life and art blend together as one, eyes open the bleedings begun. ~ The flow consumes and words appear, for now scattered but without fear. Steps taken are sure to teach, that love abounds at arm’s reach.
Sunny faces thrills with light. Beauty shining stills the blight. Colors bright warm the heart. Day and night life is art. ~ All or part, time’s to keep. End’s a start, beginnings to seek. Shallow or deep, consume we will. Time’s to weep when time we kill.
The more we’re together the less the world’s a part.
Our passion’s indulged with music, poetry and art.
In a time of violence and of greed,
the love of each other’s all we need.
With arms meant to reach and to hold,
the wonder of love’s boldly told.
Lives intertwined becoming one,
endless adventures have begun.
With zest, zeal and sex appeal;
smiles always shared, always real.
Equal devotion adding to the feel,
all’s mutually beneficial, the deal ideal
I seek both calm and balance,
yet I know not how.
And you my fearless Leo,
you are this cat’s meow.
My heart now beats more loudly,
whilst I feel your roar.
Our purrs are pure perfection,
who could wish for more.
On a scale of one to ten,
eleven does surely exist.
Our stars now speaking volumes,
why should we resist.
An unexpected journey has begun;
it starts each day with the rising sun.
Two fates collided with a rush,
our worries faded into a hush.
I wake each day with a smile,
surely to glow all the while.
My first thought is only you,
now silly dreams just won’t do.
Our minds, they are in sync,
I sense what you think.
I know what you’re feeling,
our souls now reeling.
Our days now made more bright,
we’ll tingle till our last kiss goodnight.
And I, now a poet speechless and dreams won’t do.
And my heart now and forever beats for only you.
The sun’s rising on a happy note. Music’s low, eyes open to what she wrote. Spirit’s high and excitement’s felt. Colorful words shared and dwelt. ~ The sky’s brightening to pastel hues. Old snow absorbs winter’s blues. Each day wanes its frosty reflection. Moments are waiting of pure perfection. ~ Warming’s new, thawing on its way. Lives freshly created every day. Images stage what’s perceived. Minds arrange what’s deceived. ~ Visions form words, words become visions. Answer’s clear but for decisions. As is the suns rise and fall, without doubt. Our projection, this day’s about.
I feel a storm a brewin’
And thoughts, they are a stewin’
Seems procrastination ain’t so great
Time it seems just won’t wait
Youthful dreamin’ put on hold
Earnin’s first, I’ve been told
While the future does still beckon
It’s path though I’ve yet to reckon
But my guitar needs a playin’
And my hips need a swayin’
My pencil needs more dancin’
And of course there’s more romancin’
So much to do, so little time left to waste
Ponderin’s ahead, no need for haste
I am after all a master procrastinator
So I’ll get old, but just a little bit later