Be daily impressed and impress.
Depress as needed, never regress.
Less to suppress is a better guess.
Success is not always progress.
Give more, don’t settle for less.
Lies compound, do confess.
Love’s a belief to profess.
And press on through the mess.
I sit and wait for words to flow. Where they’ll take me I never know. I’ve danced with stars and commanded the sea. I’ve chatted with wizards that look just like me. ~ My hand’s my wand to wave to and fro. My mind’s the place we always go. My eyes have absorbed many a sight. My ears heard thunder and “I love you, goodnight”. ~ My life’s been shaped by uncertainty, striving always to be not me. Seconds have crept and years have flown. I’ve learned some things best unknown. ~ Yet time is for shaping, both future and past. The now unmoldable, it happens to fast. Love has been felt, now again every day. On carpets we ride and on clouds we lay. ~ Age has taught me many new things; the less one cries the more one sings. The more one loves the less there’s hate. And the more one laughs the happier the mate.
To like and love, to lust and trust,
formula’s clear and all’s a must.
Time teaches all to grow.
Seasons season all we know.
Negatives dwelt, positives melt.
Negatives dealt, positives felt.
The past a lesson, learned or not.
Good’s great when bad forgot.
Hearts, minds and souls align.
Eyes see all is truly fine.
Ears hear all that’s dear.
Arms ready for hugs to share.
Smiles glow and worries fade.
Kisses await and warmth made.
Bells ring to end and wake.
Lesson done when a pair we make.
Baby’s first spring blooms with joy. There’s grass for sitting and nature’s their toy. There are leaves to touch and bugs to see, flowers to smell and the buzz of a bee. ~ The sun is warm and the sky is blue. A breeze tickles toes where once a shoe. Daring they get and start to crawl. They chase the cat chasing the ball. ~ Mom gets it first and giggles they share. She tosses the ball high in the air. Little eyes get rubbed, its naptime soon. Then there’s lunch on a spring afternoon.
I promise you all it’s coming soon,
a poem I’ll write with no doom and gloom.
Spring will come and blossoms will bloom,
profoundly imagined locked in winter’s room.
Winters, like life, always end in demise.
Love again felt will brighten the skies.
Clouds will float and not obscure,
every breath’s a pleasure and pure.
Summer’s warmth brings the touch of skin.
Icy hearts thaw from deep within.
The hues of fall paint our ground.
A canvas of white offers promise all around.
Summer love leads to fall.
Autumnal changes effects all.
Leaves turn, soon to drop.
Life moves on and won’t stop.
Chills felt to the bone.
Warmth’s gone when alone.
Seasons cycle as they must.
Tomorrows come, we have to trust.
Truth felt in the heart.
Minds make lies art.
Sleep’s unknown for many a night.
Sadness fills each line I write.
If not loved a future is to find.
If not a poet, perhaps then blind.
Hues created we want to see.
Now the fall’s here for you and me.
Mornings give light.
Emotion fills night.
Eyes force sight.
Legs flee plight.
Opinions oft slight.
Truth’s never quite.
Souls know right.
Minds will fight.
Hearts feel blight.
Tomorrows bring fright.
Yesterday lends insight.
Fortitude means might.
Sparks do ignite.
Love shines bright.
Hands do write.
Life’s to delight.
Electrons float in endless flight.
Space’s gray, no day or night.
Infinity lurks out of sight.
Elements blend or violently clash.
Random moment’s atoms smash.
Fusion bonds fission’s ash.
Core pulls, heat spurred.
Nucleus form, orbits dared.
Love holds a time shared.
Nights end all too soon.
Tomorrows begin with a setting moon.
The sun will rise, together we’ll be.
Our day’s near, my sunshine I’ll see.
Kisses felt in the heart.
Mine beats faster from the start.
Todays end, then another there’ll be.
The future’s bright for you and me.
A new year begins with the start of school.
The days will be busy and our evenings cool.
Jackets we’ll need for our trips to the beach.
Sunsets we’ll miss, they’ve much to teach.
Time brings change as the seasons show.
With seeds now planted our love will grow.
Wealth isn’t measured by dollars; it’s measured by our sense. Money can’t buy happiness, unless we’re happy with pretense. ~ Joy comes from simple pleasures, like a sunset or a baby’s smile. Laughter’s always free, whether old or a juvenile. ~ Heath too is very important, as our feelings always show. We can’t make a living, when life’s value we don’t know. ~ Though love can require work, it yields our greatest return. So invest your time in others. And self-worth you’ll then earn.
Passion and enthusiasm, an underrated pair,
age has no meaning when there’s two to share.
Every touch a new tingle and kissing’s sublime.
The universe commanded until the end of time.
Days filled with laughter with a lover and best friend.
Evenings like a fairy tale and always a happy end.
The stars shine their light to make our faces glow.
The sun beams its warmth to help our bodies grow.
Lives are for learning and teaching all to love.
The lessons we create will make us rise above.
And this world we know could be all the more fit,
if only more P. E. we all would commit.
Time’s the space between events.
Events made from cause and effect.
Effects felt when closing space,
causing events to speed up the space.
Much like life, love and lust,
the time comes and in we’re thrust.
The future is and the past was,
effecting all, just because.
As a child I was longing to see; those glorious times ahead of me. The ocean called as did the stars. Riches I’d have and fancy cars. ~ I’d marry a princess, have lots of kids. I’ll do all the things that mom forbids. I’d stay up late and eat lots of sweets. I’ll sleep till noon on soft flannel sheets. ~ Teen years came, dreams went astray. I dreaded school and my life in every way. But off I trudged through rain and snow. Where I was going I didn’t know. ~ Hair grew long and patience grew thin. Trouble was found, most from within. The rage was waning by senior year. My future was waiting tied to a pier. ~ Adventures were had though not for long. I did some things I knew were wrong. The hammer fell then back on the street. Many days traveled to get home and eat. ~ Dad was displeased, mom’s not surprised. It was about my time to get civilized. I rode the bus to work at the mill. The paychecks earned were never to thrill. ~ My life, I thought, was now just a waste. Decision made poorly and with great haste. Dreams of the past seemed now far away. Would the rest of my life be like today? ~ Options getting fewer, debts soon to grow. Choices are but two, the time’s now to go. At that very instant dreams came back in view. As learning from the past will awaken you.
Almost sixty, though I’m not quite there.
But I’ve learned some things I’d like to share.
First; get up early and watch the sun rise.
Then the world will get brighter before your eyes.
Indulge your passions whenever you can.
Allow yourself time and have a plan.
Make others happy and they’ll do the same.
Accept your mistakes when you’re to blame.
Give freely your love and never resist.
Make the most of life’s many turns and twists.
Take note of the bad but never complain.
Look for the good and don’t dwell on the pain.
This list could run on but I’d rather not preach.
Though it’s always important to learn and to teach.
So just one more thing before I go;
If you’re in love, be sure you let them know.
Our love grows only stronger each day we’re alive. As time marches forward each day we will thrive. No negatives in our minds only pluses fill that space. Our hearts are beating loudly and doubt has no place. ~ We’ll age together blissfully as the gray comes into view. We’ll keep our spirits young, what else can we do? We laugh when appropriate and sometimes when it’s not. We’ll kiss when the moment’s right; I know there’ll be a lot. ~ We’ll watch our children grow and bear children of their own. They’ll see the love we share and how that love is grown. Once we were the students, now it’s time to teach. Our lesson being love, then nothing’s out of reach.
Online dating, what a trip,
in the Arctic I’d rather strip.
It’s a place without written rules.
And the poet’s craft bears no jewels.
A sea of faces afloat on a screen,
choices made virtually unseen.
Definitions there have little meaning,
optimistic opinions largely leaning.
While kisses await when on track,
misplaced words lead to a smack.
The high and lows beyond compare,
all’s to expose if you dare.
Much can be learned about ourselves,
surprises abound when one delves.
While at this stage of life options few,
reality’s virtue’s now less true.
Fates may collide with a single click,
or hopes shattered just as quick.
Now looking forward and thinking back,
my head types with a clack.