I feel it coming, there’s a change in the air.
It’s not the weather but the life we share.
Change comes fast as we both know.
Time rushes forward, how can we go slow.
Love’s rained down and nourished are we.
Growth awaits and soon we’ll see.
Our love’s matured and now’s to bloom.
Our futures found and now’s to groom.
Falls may chill and winters freeze.
But now we’re free to do as we please.
A calming breeze has blown our way.
We’re now to be sun kissed every day.
In these changing times, minds cannot stay still. Violence spreads like wildfire, testing our strength and will. ~ Thought’s our only guide, misguided we are lost. Shooting from the hip, destruction is the cost. ~ Love is shared by all, hearts beat their choice. Hate is the divider, drowning out our voice. ~ High upon a tightrope, this world can feel small. Balance is required, the option is we fall.
The earth is but a pebble, yet it’s so much more. We wake there every morning, this we know for sure. ~ It hurtles through our galaxy, yet we’re standing still. We can try to fly away, but we never will. ~ If we were to leave, where could we go? The sky gives many choices, but an answer we’ll never know. ~ Our minds were made to question, but time’s our only clue. If we could not think, what then would we do? ~ Would we then survive, living like bugs or beasts? Could we ever imagine, lives without its feasts? ~ Or would we just devolve, returning to mere dust? The cosmos our destination, where the unknown we’re then thrust. ~ Our pebble we’d then follow, attracted by its force, Our lives would then not matter, unless we changed our course.
Today’s the day I change the world, my fingers crossed, blankets hurled. The rising sun lights up my day. It matters not my sky is gray. ~ First it’s coffee as I check the news. Feeling good I dodged the blues. Next I’ll write, so here we go. What we’ll find I don’t know. ~ Every day is an unknown path, so veer towards love, and avoid the wrath. Share your joy with all you meet. Make someone smile your daily feat. ~ Laughing’s great, then happiness nearer. I laugh a lot when I look in the mirror. Perhaps the key’s our point of view. I feel the change, now do you?
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.
The clouds clearing, the sun is felt. My icy heart has begun to melt. Love has warmed, time to grow. A kiss awaits this I know. ~ My future slumbers, I quietly rise. Starlight twinkles in my eyes. The mirror greets a smiling face. The fog’s lifted without a trace. ~ Her day will start with a hug. She’ll pull me closer, nice and snug. A plan we’ll make for another day. But in this moment we’ll always stay.
My little town is changing, the old folks are moving away. Little kids are moving back, now there’s screaming every day. ~ The houses too are changing, paint jobs have gone awry. Gone the regard for history, the zip code is now the why. ~ Perhaps I too am changing, my future being soon elsewhere. While life forever changes, what remains was always there.
My patience for summer is wearing thin. The novelty’s over for peeling off skin. I’m looking forward for autumn to begin, when cool, crisp morning’s return a grin. ~ The leaves will turn to gold and reds. They’ll float to the ground nourishing beds. Rakes will be pulled from overstuffed sheds, soon replaced with our winter sleds. ~ Christmas and New Year’s, Oh what a blast, though the warm, cheery feelings never last. The future’s bitter cold, I long for the past. The seasons shine on our natures contrast. ~ But spring will come and life’s renewed. Optimism blooms and reality’s skewed. Normality is as is the cycle it’s viewed. With eyes to the stars, the burn subdued.
We all walked to school without a care. We stopped at the store with pennies to share. Cats and dogs always ran free. Trees were claimed by them and me. ~ We rode our bikes like we were all nuts. Our hands and knees came home with cuts. Bikes had brakes most of the time, or slowed by sneakers covered in grime. ~ Any spot with grass was called a yard. We swam in places with no lifeguard. Snowballs were made no matter the cost. We wore socks on our hands when gloves were lost. ~ We all had to fight every once in a while. Our moms would yell but dads would smile. Rooms were shared and sometimes beds, smelly feet tickling their brother’s heads. ~ Then junior high came and we had to change. Our hair grew long and our clothes got strange. Many smoked cigarettes and other stuff. There were lots of choices but enough was enough. ~ Childhood then ended and the troubles began. When the problems started most of us ran. Some now have passed; some did well, but all fondly remembered though it was hell.
Today’s the day I change the world, or should I say just me? But every action makes a ripple, some smaller than we see. ~ Ripples collide to ripple anew, the rippling’s never done. I’ll start this day with a thoughtful wave. And the change has now begun.
Yesterday’s banked, tomorrow’s free. Value’s relative but worth you’ll see. Invest yourself and profits soar. Share goodwill and you’ll get more. ~ Money’s made and money’s lost. The time that’s spent is the cost. There are no rain checks or returns. The change that’s kept is what one earns. ~ Rich or poor, young or old, forget the bull you’ve been sold. I’m here to say, without a doubt; love is what this life’s about.
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.
Whenever I think I’ve been reinvented, something gets lost, broken or dented. Change is good is what they say. But then I don’t know who I’ll be that day. ~ Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry or coffee, there’s no one best we all can agree. Fit and lean or skinny and wasted, personal palettes are always what’s tasted. ~ Intelligence’s graded by those who agree, calamity then guided by another’s stupidity. Sink or swim, lose or fight, will it matter when the victor’s right. ~ As of today I have no conclusion, just more questions and confusion. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll know what’s what. So for now I’ll just follow my gut.
Oh, these times they are a changin! But when are they ever not? Yesterday just slipped away, too soon to be forget. ~ Pining for our days of yore, we then post it from our phone. All the world’s our stage, yet we feel all alone. ~ Calls to arms get dialed up, connections a bit unclear. Leadership’s uniformly lacking. So be careful what you wear. ~ Shots soon for all; get yours while you can. Self-curing is the aim, safe then from our fellow man. ~ Voids will always fill, content remains the gamble. Sequels bound eventually, till then on we’ll scramble.
My life has been a roller coaster. And for many it’s the same. We’ve all had ups and downs. And the speed we cannot tame. ~ The ride we live is changing, as time always does. But the future’s our only ticket. Cos it’ll never be as was.
Sure to be a better day, changes planned and underway. Empty space now filled with life. Fulfillment felt when no strife. ~ Smiling faces greet each dawn. Kisses next, for to each we’re drawn. Nothing’s hidden with mutual love, between the sheets or above. ~ Chapters end and a new begins, mourning faces again to grin. With every day there’s a night, our forever tomorrow’s forever bright.
Our world today’s a different place than a year ago. We could all walk our main streets, eat and see a show. We could drive our cars across state lines and return when we choose. Now we’re quarantined with two more weeks to lose. ~ We could go to stores, say hello and smile at all we see. The things we took for granted when we were more free. Now we’ve protests and riots in cities across this land. Injustice lit the bomb now where we all stand. ~ The summer months are coming and temperature’s sure to rise. It’s time to wipe the sweat from our brows and open our weary eyes. Tomorrows may appear the likes we’ve never seen. But we’re going to share this world; good, bad or in-between. ~ A perfect storm is underway, though perfect it can’t be. The year is now half over and in the end it will still be we. We’ve pandemic and pandemonium but both will surely end. And with 2020 as hindsight our past we must amend.
I woke this morning to a bright sunny day. There’s a chill in the air, but that’s OK. I had a good rest and that’s something new. But when I check the news I’m sure to feel blue. ~ While writing this poem today I had a novel thought. I’ll skip the news for now and feel much less fraught. I’m not irresponsible because I really do care. I just need some time to live without the fear. ~ My hair is turning gray, but that could be just age. The time comes for all to turn another page. A chapter’s surely ending and a new one will begin. But will it be a tome or a volume very thin? ~ Time will surely pass as it always does. Will we seek tomorrows or the way it was? Our story’s now converged, edits now have past. The final word is ours but we’d better make it fast.
Days are getting longer, patience growing thin. Optimism’s waning and confusion’s setting in. The world is topsy-turvy, at times looking gray. The blues are getting deeper, shaded every day. ~ A pandemic is upon us, direction is unsure. We sit on pins and needles bleeding for a cure. We’ve masks in the market, sanitizers in the car. Gas at least is cheap. But I’m afraid to go too far. ~ What will be the normal when odd times are behind? Will we be more friendly or simply more unkind? I’d like to be a rebel and make up my own laws. But we’re all in this together, routines now on pause. ~ With leadership sorely lacking and conspiracies on the news, our lives are changed forever regardless of our views. With distance we will live for the future that is seen. But tomorrows will arise closing gaps between. ~ We humans are survivors, our brains lead the way. But time will write our story and we’ve little say. With the pages that we’ve bound created from within. Our chapter, long or short, will tell us if we win.
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.
Change is in the air, it’s felt on the breeze. The clock quickly ticking, the wind-up’s been a tease. ~ The future is before us, experiences behind. Knowledge fills our heads, yet we’re truly blind. ~ We’ve hopes for better days, dreaming of peace and love. While fearing the unknown, we seek to rise above. ~ Yesterday’s now gone, premonition’s premature. Tomorrows manifest, yet only now’s for sure. ~ Consistency comforts, surprises feel strange. Seconds are our choices, yet only time will change
My poet switch has gone awry;
I want to write, so I don’t know why.
In sit in the chill this Sunday morn,
my thoughts warm but I’m torn.
I’d rather not force the words to go;
I prefer a natural flow.
Love abounds and all is well.
My brain’s working, as far as I can tell.
My darling sleeps whilst I scribble.
But today she’ll wake to only dribble.
Maybe it’s just this change in time.
And tomorrow I’ll return to standard rhyme.