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.
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.
I woke up early and the sky was gray. The world’s in turmoil yet I’ve little to say. But the birds are happy in the mulberry tree. I can hear them laughing, maybe at me. ~ They see our world from high above, whether gull, robin or mourning dove. Their time alive is soaring free, while looking down on you and me. ~ For if to fly like a bird, we’d then flock but never herd. We’d hatch into a nest well made, free of worry cos no rent’s paid. ~ Just think of the places we could go. We could fly south before the snow. We could eat berries, bugs and worms, pretty much anything that wiggles or squirms. ~ There’d be no alarms or jobs we hate. We could fly to the stars our very first date. Then glide back down to a favorite tree. There we’d rest harmoniously. ~ But we’re not birds and that’s a shame. Our lives are grounded and mostly tame. But if to wish on this day that’s gray, I’d poop on those who stand in the way. ~ So maybe my wish is not about birds. It’s about people I think are turds, those who’ve prevented a world of peace, for you and me and a gaggle of geese.
I enjoy getting up early to watch the sun rise. I like to see the darkness turn to bright blue skies. I try to write each morning when my head is truly clear. The words come from someplace but I don’t know where. ~ I haven’t written a love poem since I don’t know when. Of course I’m still in love, more than I was then. But I can’t control my pencil, it might be controlling me. Because when the paper fills, I can hardly wait to see. ~ I’m hoping for a love poem that I can share today. I’ll wake my darling soon and “I love you” I will say. I’d love to read her poem while she sips her morning brew. And the kisses that come after is all I want to do. ~ Perhaps it’s just a phase or these crazy times we’re in. But it seems like a long time since I made my sweetheart grin. I see this page is filling and a love poem it’s not quite. But there will be tomorrows, then a poem for her I’ll write.
Sitting in the rain, I see the world pass by. I try to think sunny thoughts beneath a cloudy sky. I hear drops on the glass, watching the grass glisten. Nature’s calling from all around if to truly listen. ~ The birds are still singing high up in the tree. The fish, I’m sure, are splashing in the open sea. The bugs are always bugging, whatever it is they do. And pets forever snuggle, loving me and you. ~ It makes stop to ponder and reflect upon our race. As one of many humans I know I’d miss this place. Yet we try to sculpt our views in ways that we choose. The picture may be pretty but our nature we lose. ~ The sun will shine again and wash away this gray. And unless we’ve a catastrophe we’ll see another day. As is life, our time is short, as is every other breed. But the future of our world’s less dependent on their seed. ~ “We reap what we sow” is a phrase we should heed. Like a garden unattended will surely fill with weed. The food we grow will dwindle, eventually to cease. We’ll never feel rain again, but the earth will be at peace. ~ I know this sounds depressing but that’s not my goal. I’m truly optimistic but time does take its toll. Change is all around, like weather, not always fair. But like a rainy day, the droplets we all share.
Spring is nearly over and summer’s almost here. The beach we’ll soon visit but don’t forget your gear. There’s sunscreen for your skin and a hat for your head. And don’t forget the mask to hide the look of dread. ~ You’ll need a little lunch and extra water too. Bring toys for the kids so they’ve something to do. Go home and disinfect all the things you’ve brought. Then long hot showers so no bugs are caught. ~ Relax a bit; go to bed and dream of doing more. But wait at least two weeks just to feel sure. The summer’s short and soon it will be done. Let’s hope by the fall we’ll have a bit more fun.
A story begins when an adventure’s been had. And for two young lads their end was bad. They choose to skip school on a bright sunny day. While deep in the woods the sky turned gray. ~ They veered from the path when a chipmunk ran past. They bolted and darted but the critters too fast. Resting beneath a lush canopy of green, the fast moving clouds they hadn’t seen. ~ The temperature dropped as the sky turned black. The boys had no clue of how they’d get back. Rain fell in buckets, the pair soaked to the bone. The howls and growls meant they weren’t alone. ~ The pair was now hungry, cold, tired and afraid. Both very sorry for the choices they made. Each made a promise to do as they should. And if they survived they’d always be good. ~ Shivering all night, either could sleep. A nightmare they lived while both counted sheep. Through teary eyes a new dawn was seen, and the boys now as happy as they’d ever been. ~ They rose with a burst and sang out in joy. Then a bear was spotted and she was no toy. The children screamed and ran off in fear. But the bear stayed put with berries so near. ~ Each boy choose a different path, now each alone, if ever reunited both now more grown. The day warmed up nicely and a search was begun. But unfortunately by sunset they’d only found one. ~ Days past and reinforcements were called in. The lake was dragged and patience grew thin. The boys’ chance of survival was now very slim. Most of the town folk figured the bear had found him. ~ The police told his parents clothing was found. And also nearby there was blood on the ground. The boys’ mom screamed seeing his shirt. It being torn and bloody and covered with dirt. ~ The search was called off that day at sunset. The boy that was found was now full of regret. Another week passed and a service was planned. A headstone was chosen and shovels were manned. ~ The church was full with mourners from afar. Then a ranger drove up with a boy in the car. The boy ran in the church yelling “I’m sorry and glad”. “I’m glad to be alive but sorry for being bad”. ~ Hugged by his parents who were both quite relieved. He then told his story that’s hard to be believed. Punished all summer, he was not allowed out. The adventure was uncertain, but a story, no doubt.
I haven’t written much of late, my brain has been askew. I search the news constantly seeking something new. The summer is upon us and the birds sing with glee. I’m not sure if they’re happy or just teasing you and me. ~ While we were trapped inside the wildlife had its way. But soon we’ll be back out and ruin their perfect day. The roads were nearly empty with few planes overhead. The plants bloomed on schedule and the animals all well fed. ~ Their air was a bit cleaner and the noise was nearly nil. And while they frolicked peacefully we tested our will. This poem is nearly over as I watch the cars pass by. I’m glad we’re almost normal now but for the animals I will cry.
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!
I know not where I’m going but I know where I’ve tread The paths blindly followed only lead to where we’re led ~ The unknown can be scary when comfort is preferred Roads are often rocky best left to the undeterred ~ Some hills will be high with valleys Oh-so deep The ups and downs are free but their cost is surely steep ~ Standing at a crossroad horizons come in view Directions now seem endless The first step’s up to you ~ The easy route taken destinations will appear The choice is yours to make The journey has no fear
There are parts of her I’ve yet to kiss. But all will be found and none I’ll miss. Her lips well covered her face always more, her neck I long to further explore. ~ Her lobes enjoyed and nibbled much. Her body quivers to my gentle touch. Passion ensues and intuition guides. New destinations found as my tongue glides. ~ Her response is felt on my warm lips, whilst hands caress her soft round hips. The kissing proceeds from her head to toes. But parts in-between I shan’t expose.
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.
I woke today and the world was new. What was normal is now askew. Trapped in the house for weeks on end, I’ve borrowed time but none to lend. ~ Rules have changed but habits not. A little space is now a lot. Smiles once shared now go missing. Waves are fine, but please, no kissing. ~ Looking out; cars drive by. Looking up; I see blue sky. Looking down; I see two feet. Looking in; I fear the street. ~ Tensions eased but not its force. I need escape but not remorse. Masks mask the pressure we face. Hopefully patience wins this race. ~ The time will come when now is past. That day’s coming, I hope I last. But to be sure I’ll just stay home. Perhaps tomorrow again I’ll roam.
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.
Weeks slipping by, time’s running out. Life’s shut in the outsides in doubt. The vibe of the day’s now on mute. Videos sought for anything cute. ~ The outdoors greening, flowers in bloom. The house’s dust free, yet still a tomb. The future’s awaited with joy and fear. Normality’s coming but when’s not clear. ~ Day’s getting longer, the sun’s less bright. Nights give respite, dreams take flight. Tomorrows will come and none too soon. May may be good but if not then June.
A milestone’s coming and it’ll be soon, decades in wait, seen many a moon. Suns have risen and all have set. There’ll be a last, but not there yet. ~ A half dozen here and a half dozen there, a middle’s been found, but I don’t care. The body’s slowing, as is the mind. Questions answered but still more to find. ~ Thoughts now scattered as a puzzle unmade. Borders redrawn as the memories fade. Steps now higher as heights decline. Trips once painful now feel fine. ~ Aggression decreases and assertiveness rules. Passivity wanes when there’s less to lose. Life’s still good with passion unfazed. With a muse to love I’m daily amazed. ~ The support of all knows no ends. Thanks to be given to family and friends. Yes, a milestone’s coming, but it won’t be bad. Sixty’s just a number, no need to be sad.
Her sight is the vision I long to see. Her voice is my music when she’s away from me. Her essence I draw when I breathe the air. The taste of her lips I will not share. ~ My soul is warmed with her every touch. My balance is kept when she’s my crutch. I’ve a of place in time and space, bound now as one. Intertwined, our infinity has now begun.
I rose today and the sky was blue. I count my blessings; I know I’ve a few. The love of another is by my side. She’ll wake soon to a smile wide. ~ Our health is good and optimism’s high. Our family’s well, no need to cry. We’ll share our morning as we always do. We’ll sip our coffees and maybe two. ~ Our time together is as never before. Our bond grows stronger awaiting a cure. We’ve music and art to fill our head. We’ve cuddling and chatting when in bed. ~ We’ve some windows to see this world green. We’ve books galore for the time between. We watch the news and shed our tears. We’ll hold each other to ease our fears. ~ We’ll laugh a little when it feels right. We’ll end our day with a kiss goodnight. The world’s now different outside our door, though life goes on much as before. ~ The needs of others we’ll not neglect. We’ll do our part to not infect. Together as one or two or all, our blessings shared we’ll rise to the call.
I’m going to write a poem so everyone feels good. I’ll make it bright and cheery as I know I should. Peculiar times upon us, isolation’s now the norm. But spring is out in force; soon we’ll all feel warm. ~ Trees are soon to blossom, grass is soon to green. Flowers will share their colors, bees will tend their queen. Nature shares her secrets, life does rise again. Birds are already singing, though we’ve a bigger brain. ~ The future has no guide; we live from day to day. Optimism is our key to find a better way. Life will throw some curves and everyone has a pitch. Some may catch a virus, some will find their niche. ~ Love is in our heart, compassion’s in our soul. Thoughts fill our heads, they make us feel whole. The earth will stay in motion; the sun will rise and fall. Time’s now to show our mettle and share with one and all.
Fire on the horizon, a new day’s underway. But this day is different, people are home to stay. The stores are nearly empty, confusion fills the space. Traffic’s surely lacking when nowhere left to race. ~ There are lines at the gun shop, an armored petri-dish, Some will shoot their mouths off, some might get their wish. Sickness fills our minds while numbers fill our eyes. Panic’s sure to follow dissecting truth from lies. ~ Money is an issue, sure to bring more pain. Deviants soon will pounce hoping they will gain. Time now stands still, waiting for relief. For some that time will come, for others just more grief. ~ Death tolls surely rising, we each just wait to see. Who will wake tomorrow, who will be set free. But today the sun has risen, for all another start. A cure will be forthcoming, but for now we’ve just our heart. ~ The time is now to reassess and take stock of our needs. The spring is upon us, let’s plant some better seeds. Growth is sure to come, though different than the past. The world is now much smaller, let’s make the goodwill last.
I have a plan to save mankind. I’ve just a few things left to find. First is a place we all can hide. It’ll need big windows to feel outside. ~ Next is food, but we can’t be too picky, just nothing too spicy, gooey or sticky. There’s coffee, for sure with sugar and cream, then a really big bed for all to dream. ~ We’ll need some music so bring guitars. Smoking’s optional but no cigars. There’s no heavy drinking or hard drugs. No need for violence or unruly thugs. ~ There will be no jail or a court. So bring no weapons of any sort. We’ll all need to promise to get along. It sounds pretty easy, what can go wrong. ~ You’ll never find a happier place. It’ll fill up fast so reserve your space. Now one last thing before I take leave; it’s best not come if you can’t believe.