Only a life lived will tell,
who has risen and who fell.
Dreams awaken tomorrow’s path.
Dread assures the futures wrath.
Steps taken will get us there.
Impressions left will choose where.
Truth defies the doubts to grow.
Lies define the trust we know.
Actions sought will force an end.
Patience found will easily mend.
Seconds wasted will compound.
Time invested will come around.
Hate will fester another day.
Love will always find a way.
And wishes will come true.
But the will is up to you.
Books grow dusty unread on a shelf.
The poetry of love doesn’t write itself.
Bicycles unridden grow squeakier by the day.
Hearts untethered slowly drift away.
Kisses can heal the mouths mistakes.
Eyes can see when smiles are fakes.
Arms can hold or they can harm.
Words can hurt or they can charm.
Time that’s misspent is time we lose.
Time together is the time we choose.
Nothing is wasted when all is used.
Love’s created when souls are fused.
Choices made are for us to make.
Trust in another is to never forsake.
Relationships are all these things.
And when it’s right what joy it brings.
My pad today was totally blank,
it’s the bliss I feel I have to thank.
I woke up early to see the sunrise;
the truth was there before my eyes.
My darling slumbers peacefully,
her dreams, I’m sure, are with me.
And as the dark turns to light,
I’ve warm thoughts of our cozy night.
Seems all the negatives have burned away,
now only pluses fill my day.
I’ll wake her soon and my sun will shine.
I’ll kiss her softly, truly thankful she’s mine.
The kisses returned with a smile,
and then we’ll chat and giggle a while.
We’ll both then rise for our day anew.
And we’ll share our bliss, now times two.
In sickness and in health,
a cherished bond is our wealth.
A matching pair is valued more;
interest builds for what’s in store.
We’ve dug our holes to see our green,
but a familiar face no better seen.
The payoff’s priceless growing old,
the love of two’s worth more than gold.
Our day apart has yet to start,
already I’m missing you.
I woke at dawn with a stretch and yawn,
my morning looking blue.
Alone I sit, reminiscing a bit,
thinking of the things we do.
We talk and smile and hug a while,
then kiss an hour or two.
My watch I spy with a longing eye,
wishing this day was through.
The feelings clear that you’re my dear,
you make each minute new.
Awake I dream a subconscious stream,
my world comes in view.
Silently I sing of the joy you bring,
thankful our love is true.
As a boy I walked the beach every day.
I stared at the horizon to find my way.
Visions of tomorrow filled my head;
days without fear and a true love to wed.
Ripples between obscured the view.
Sink or swim’s all I could do.
Years thrashing to stay afloat,
my life preserver’s gone and I no boat.
From the storm a distant shore arose.
Memories conjured with sand between her toes.
With a youthful splash and mind in the skies,
yesterday’s future floated before my eyes.
Was a summer returned, the same and new.
That time’s now gone but dreams came true.
The boy now grown, ending his wait.
If a past meant to be it wouldn’t be late.
Beyond the Glass
My windows are closed.
The air cold and leaves fallen.
Yet birds sing somewhere.
With the glue of two,
broken hearts can mend anew.
Or someone gets stuck.
is much like one hand clapping,
All are born with a pocketful of change.
Quantity’s irrelevant, it’ll all rearrange.
Heads or tails is all we’re to find.
We face our truths or lie behind.
Standing tall, shiny and bright,
how many tosses to land upright?
How many flips and wobbles and spins
or hands slapped and someone wins.
We can add and subtract, save or spend.
Though the odd’s even it just depends.
Change can jingle or bear the weight of earth.
What is shared counts our worth.
I ain’t never wrote a blues song
Don’ think it sound too good
But my baby did just leave me
And not the way she should
Our spring blossomed bright
Our summer was hot
But with those dyin’ leaves
I was forgot
I was tossed to the curb
like yesterday’s waste
Now just her memory
I’m forever to taste
Love was shared in our hearts
A future’s gone before a start
My baby just left me
And not the way she should
I didn’t get call
there was no little fight
I got shot a quick text
on a Tuesday night
Her “baggage too great”
to groove with me
Just a couple of words
and that’s all I’d see
That’s how she left me
Not the way she should
Cos these blues I’m now feelin’
sure ain’t soundin’ good
Loving’s easy to fall’s hard.
“Tis the life of this old bard”
Futures await a new sunrise.
Honesty’s seen feeling lies.
Eyes gaze upon another’s soul.
Walls unscaled take a toll.
When “I love you” whispered,
volume’s to oft heard.
The vision’s carried in the heart.
We’re to shed with care, as an art.
A curse, demon, gift or friend,
a love of love can never end.
Wheels turn, neutrals unknown.
Reverse a journey and forward’s grown.
Loving’s easy, to find’s hard.
“Tis the life of this old bard”
Ships set sail on an endless sea.
It may be the first or last to be.
Success or failure’s just a chance.
Sink or swim, much like romance.
Yet it is the sea that transports life.
Swells and ebbs or filled with strife.
Horizons change up the mast, hearty souls say.
Harbors calm guide this soulful hearts way.
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.
Life creates the lines we wear.
They’re traced upon the face we share.
Smiles turned up spread everyday joy.
Pouty faces think hearts a toy.
Lips arced down build no bridges.
Crinkled brows scaled ridges.
Eyes bright glow through the night,
eyes down dwelt shade their light.
Enthusiasm shines with a spark.
Heartache shines in the dark.
Time wrinkles the more we press.
Smooth is felt, not a guess.
Directions clear when maps unfold.
Routes we’ve drawn, our story told.
Hellos leave more to see.
Loves image is good bye free.
I wish for the lines of long ago.
I wish to watch that of another grow.
A fateful glance we’re sure to know,
little things make the big picture show.
I’ve no smile to make today.
No little poem to send your way.
There’s no good mornings, no getting old.
Our warmth once bound in sheets now cold.
Why must I rise so early from bed?
Why don’t the thoughts leave my head?
Why can’t my answers pass the test?
Why do my dreams never rest?
Why does every day need a new start?
Why won’t this passion leave my heart?
No, I don’t want to write anymore!
Unless that’s what all this feeling’s for?
Hate begets hate, love begets love.
The seas wave to the stars above.
If your day’s gloomy, the sun again you’ll see.
Just give it a day, take it from me.
The soothing of a poets heart
But for lover’s not
That’s Not Funny
Is laughing at our failings
And with good reason
Failing to See a Point
No longer obsessed
By success or of failure
I’m used to failure
Life’s multiple choice
Our answers lessen with time
Questions grow harder
Fears prevail feared
Tomorrow’s today’s earned
All will rise, some learned
Life is bad when sad
Or grand when on clouds we stand
And glad for the hand
Second guesses are twice wrong.
If you don’t like the music don’t write the song.
When a heart has a question the answer’s foregone.
A canvas stretched can’t mimic the dawn.
Too much thought can be a curse.
A little more can be a verse.
Half the time we’re half a sleep.
We feel safe in the dreams we peep.
100% per try comes once.
50/50 you’re a dunce.
Start from scratch, shoot for the moon.
You may miss but you’ll know soon.
Primal intuition on cave walls bear.
The futures instinct paints ones fear.
Healing begins with a wound.
Holes deepen when ballooned.
Time mends if to care.
Hearts beat if we dare.
Just a little exercise to see what I do,
I’m going the bathroom to write about poo.
I’ve fluffy white paper that floats from the wall.
And a sink nearby, in case I fall.
In a window with shutters I control the scene.
But the stench still oozes in-between.
There’s a mirror that magically hangs above.
It’s never quite straight, much like love.
The image’s the same no matter the tilt.
It tells no lies or feels no guilt.
I’ll wipe the smudges, the exercise through.
I passed the test but slipped in do.
I pulled the trigger and the bullet awaits.
Is it a hole in the heart or the healing of fates?
Silence an answer or a bang.
Either way I’m glad I rang.
Now I sit and wait a reply.
Will I watch the sun rise in the sky?
Did a mistake I make; only time will tell.
But heaven’s waiting, why stay in hell.