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.
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.
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
When values are charismatic and thought becomes plutocratic, participation is devoid. Then hardship is systematic. ~ When this world seems dramatic and our head’s full of static, anger’s then employed. And hate becomes pragmatic. ~ When life, it seems erratic and joy becomes sporadic, worry fills the void. Then the gloom is traumatic. ~ When time itself is problematic and the future’s enigmatic, trust is then destroyed. And solitude becomes symptomatic. ~ But when we are diplomatic and compassion’s automatic, violence we avoid. Then love is democratic.
The day was long, the night short.
Arms embrace for support.
Work was taxing and taxes due.
Trinkets bought but just a few.
Pillows help soften the blow.
Blankets warm from head to toe.
Legs intertwined and bodies askew,
it’s fun to try something new.
Perspectives change in new light,
loving eyes improve our sight.
Peaceful slumber finds its way,
the perfect end to an imperfect day.
I lay awake throughout the night,
ponder do I of what to write.
The morning comes and again I rise.
The page sits blank before my eyes.
My head’s foggy the skies clear,
air’s cool and autumn’s near.
My love slumbers, her heat I feel.
My heart warms to what’s now real.
A morning ritual loved so much;
I kiss her forehead with a gentle touch.
Hours to pass for her to rise,
a poem awaits her sleepy eyes.
Smiles and kisses we then share.
Our need for each other we’re much aware.
My mind now settled and troubles cease.
Another day’s begun with love, joy and peace.
The harder one works the easier it gets.
The grosser it is the more one nets.
The less you gamble the safer the bets.
Jackpots may allude but so will regrets.
All that glitters not gold, like sunsets.
The more thought is less the debts.
The higher the notes the wider one frets.
The more down the more upsets.
The more learned the less one forgets.
The more tolerance is less threats.
Climbs less long the more one jets.
Couples always pair but never sets.
The more the better never abets.
The more lost the more one sweats.
Appetites appeased the more one wets.
The more prepared is the less not yets.
If all could love all, we’d all be pets.
And if all loved forever, we’d all be vets.
From the onset there’s no a preset or resets.
There’s only mindsets and begets.
After all, the world is just half duets.
So let’s all play well together, yes lets.