Is it truly possible
That I could move on so quick?

I could never tell you
exactly what's going on inside my head,
so I'll write instead.
Drown my thoughts in paper & lead.
Keep my hands alive,
and my expression dead.

A little here a little there as good as a smile
I see a soul on the street nothing to eat
I buy an extra bun or two all worthwhile
A little here a little there very hard to beat

During the 2nd world war my dad for sure
Had his own problems to say the very least
But alway bought a little extra to give away
So a few he knew could even then enjoy a feast

If any happen to see some of my poetry and think
Oh from that I could add a tune and create a song
Pick up that guitar and play and sing it your way
Maybe a middle 8 or a cord break  to keep it strong

Imagination a wonderful thing a good point made
Things down the street that you've seen on the day
A poem thus burn allows the genie out of the ern
All smallest forms of insidentle giving your way

What goes around does come around all so very true
Become your inner souls voice tell it your way rejoyce
Someone thats somwhere will feel beyound compare
You adding a positive feeling giving life some are ..

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Her thoughts
grow like weeds
through swaying reeds.

In her head
exists a garden
as bright and as varied
as the tulips of Amsterdam.
Each canal lined with bikes,
the water flowing from one to the next.

If not careful, though,
that mind will overflow,
overgrow with the seeds
of past ill deeds.

She sits still now,
thumbing through her prayer beads,
pleading for the protection
of some modern-day Diomedes.

I've learned not to fight it
when people show themselves the door.
I've always been alone,
why would that change now?
You can call me what you want,
know that I know it well.
I'll keep returning keys
to the places I'm not welcome anymore
like I'm giving back the
pieces I've taken,
like I haven't given any keys myself.
Why would anyone think differently
when I act like I haven't?
I don't blame you.
Many times I know there's things I need to say,
ways to show I care,
and I can't.
Or I won't?
I don't know, but I'm trying.
Forgive me, please.
I'm sorry.

The twins came today.
They took their first breaths
On this first day of May.
Today, and all days,
I swear and I pray,
To love them always,
Come what may.

To tell you the truth, it's you I miss.
To tell you the truth, it's you I want to kiss.
To tell you the truth, I still reminisce.
To tell you the truth, I am lost in my own abyss.

Truth be told,
The future I hold,
My sorrow cold,
Wisdom old,
My life sold.

Beyond my heart,
I fall apart,
Our souls compart,
And a difficult new start.