Come join us in the garden
Your army days are done
Sit down and take it easy
Enjoy soak up the sun.
Now you need no longer worry
You will never be going back
Relax no need to hurry
Just forget about the past.
You say it's hard to carry on
Leaving the horrors of war behind
You often have those nightmares
From behind the enemy line.
So look now toward the future
The poserbilitys they are vast
There is that new horizon
Even though it's hard to grasp.
Come join us in the garden
Leave those fearful days behind
Look at all the lovely flowers
Representing peaceful times.
Look at this gardens beaughty
The war just had to end
Who knows what lies ahead of you
Your enemy could become your friend.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC
Just the fact that my mother
Was always there for me,
Whether I needed her or not,
and
The little things she did for me:
HA...do I miss her!!!???
With EVERY breath I take,
Every moment of the day...
...She is there.
I can FEEL her in my life...
...But to actually TALK to her,
To kiss her,
To Hug her,
To tell her I love her,
And
To tell her
What she really means to me:
Those days
Of physically chatting with her
Over a cup of coffee,
Are gone...
...I can only express my love to her
Through my heart...
...And I pray she hears me.
MOM...I'll miss and love you always!!!
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
Doesn't anybody anymore,
Pay attention to the rules of the land?
It seems people have given up
On abiding by rules which
Were developed decades, nay
From CENTURIES ago.
An entire encyclopedia,
At our fingertips, for our use,
And we can not see it for the keys.
Nothing is hidden from view.
We have spell check, and
We have grammar check.
In our zeal, we choose to ignore.
We have a thesaurus within our grasp.
We have the ability to count to ten.
And just like everything else in life...
...we have given up on rhyme, and meter.
When will we ever learn,
That some things in life,
Are best left to tradition.
And we should become progressive,
In our thoughts on paper.
Inclusive of Meter, MAYBE to rhyme.
And bring that progression into life.
Not to wither and die on paper,
In a dusty old library of old thoughts and deeds.
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
A river is aware
of its course...
wise to the ways
of water.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
I open my eyes in the morning,
And look at you.
Your eyes, closed,
Your face, relaxed,
A faint smile from your lips.
I wonder what you are thinking.
I watch you gently breathing.
Your face contorts and moves,
But you remain asleep.
You mutter something incoherent.
I wonder if you are dreaming.
Your eyes move gently behind your lids.
You moan a bit,
Your lips form a soft smile.
You open your eyes and,
Smile.
You kiss me softly on my lips,
And whisper...I LOVE YOU.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
There exists a place on earth
Where one can find true peace
A place away from stress and pain
A place where all of it will cease
For some, it's near the ocean
That a calm can always be found
The waves carry all the stress away
With that familiar relaxing sound
The coolness of the water,
And the warmth of sunny rays,
It doesn't take very long at all
Before the world melts away
For others it's the forest
That sets their mind at ease
The world feels completely still
When you're surrounded by tall trees
The air somehow feels calmer
It smells remarkably fresh
Some birds tweet in the distance
And your thoughts again can mesh
So often we get caught up
In the worries of the day
We forget to worry about ourselves
And take some time away
So whether you go alone
Or with someone you hold dear
Make sure to find the time you need
To make your head feel clear
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
Your words speak to me,
They let me know
There is somebody else like me.
Your words are art to my eyes.
Floating figures from an alternate reality.
Touching my thoughts.
Whispering in my dreams.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
Hello, how are you today?
I hope this note finds you well.
I'm writing to tell you that I miss you.
I never known
The touch of your hand on my cheek.
I've never known
The way you would look into my eyes,
And convey to me, the love in your heart.
Your love for me would make me feel unique.
There is an esoteric peculiarity in your look.
An emotional connection which flows between us.
How can I touch you from here?
I dare not get near you.
I'd never want to compromise your
Love for another man.
I'd never walk by your home,
Even though, just being near you...
...My HEART beats uncontrollably.
I think how lucky I am to know you exist.
You walk by me,
As though,
You don't know that I am here.
How can I tell you
Of the endless depth,
Of my love for you?
You don't even glance in my direction.
All I can say is I love you,
In my fantasies.
But we live our lives
Together, Happily,
Separately,
Forevermore,
In my dreams.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
People have talked about 'FUNK',
For the past forty-five years.
That's FUNKY!
Music is Funky.
Gimme' some FUNK!
Listen to that Funky beat!
Play that Funky music Dude!
How Funky can you get?
This is Funked up!
I'm feelin' FUNKY today!!!
I'm in a Funk.
So many different uses.
So many different meanings.
Uptown Funk; What's Uptown, Funk?
Classier than Downtown Funk?
People can take a slang term,
And make it anything they like.
That man smells Funky!
My Lady...She's my Funky Mamma!
A dancing child is Funky;
YEAH Little Man...let your FUNK out!!!
That restaurant is Funky,
Don't eat there.
FUNK, is an interdimensional, Transracial, Interdependent word.
It came from the Seventies and,
Will last forever,
And never go out.
Now;
Don't let yourself be...
...Caught in a FUNK!!!
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
Sitting here, gazing out the window.
Watching the rain falling down.
The sky is dark and gray.
People outside are running here and there.
People running from here going there, or,
People running from there coming here.
People of all shapes and sizes scurrying.
Like ants at a picnic.
The rain is heavy, I'm hoping it will fill the void.
It's a gray day.
Lending its color to my mood.
Putting people in a gray mood.
Putting lives into gray moods.
Putting days in a gray mood.
We allow ourselves to be 'suaded by the weather.
Don't we see the weather is OUTSIDE?
The Human soul resides within.
Sheltered from assailants,
By the human body.
Don't allow that which is WITHOUT,
To migrate WITHIN.
For if you do,
You give your sanity over to insanity.
THAT will become your new master.
RATHER than calm serenity, your true norm.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC