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.
Lust makes one happy.
Hate’s never alone.
Love’s always plural.
Choices are our own.
Happiness is felt when I see you.
A kiss returned lets me know love’s true.
Fortunate am I to be granted this wish,
time together with my lovely Trish.
You make me smile when I need it most.
I’m grateful we met, you deserve a toast.
Oh how my mind does roam.
Seeking always tomorrow’s poem.
With love aplenty in my heart
I happily share with you my art.
My inspiration is vividly clear.
My soul enlightened by you my dear.
My darling works early today.
I think of her smiling when on her way.
But I woke up late without a rhyme.
Her alarm will ring and I’m out of time.
But those wheels will turn.
And pencils I’ll burn.
Words will appear from the blue,
then rearranged to say “I love you”.
I send her a text, her phone will beep.
She’ll reach for it, fresh from sleep.
Her day then starts knowing I care.
And in my heart she’ll always be there.
I woke today without a brain
Could be the heat or the rain
Could be the chill or maybe I’m old
Could be work and getting things sold
But as I ponder with coffee nearby
I can see the blue that hides in the sky
It makes me realize all we don’t see
It makes me happy someone loves me
My sweetheart slumbers miles away
But together we’ll be later today
My brain needn’t function to love or feel
And when we kiss these feelings are real
I feel it in my fingers.
I feel it in my toes.
I feel it in my head.
I feel it on my nose.
I feel it in my body.
I feel it in my heart.
I feel your love is with me,
even when you’re not.
I don’t like writing sad poetry.
It’s not a place I choose to see.
In my world of goodness, all are free,
where faces of children are full of glee.
Hope and happiness is how it should be.
Yet pencils ever dull in reality,
so I hone my points, turn’s the key.
Returning I do to the safety of fantasy.
I think that’s best, don’t you agree?
Or is everything escape in poetry?
Bound with joy or tears shall fall
Smiles support us all