I stand
as I
look at you.
Feelings
of pain
and shame.
This is nothing new.
Hurt struck
my heart
as I
reminisce.
Sorrow
injures
and
splinters.
This I don't miss.
Storm clouds
beckon me
as lightning
attacks
and
cracks.
All can be quite frightening.

Blossoms bellow down.
Down
a
dusky
road.
Scarlet petals
on
the
ground.
Tiny
sprinkles
splashed
and
showed.

Channeling under the ancient seas.
Climbing up breathless heights.
Inhaling the fresh ocean breeze.
Enjoying moonlit nights.

Exploring the wild jungle.
Strutting through the city.
Discovering an unknown tunnel.
Travelling the world so pretty.

Flying in the air.
Voyaging new, exotic places.
Never knowing where
there are unseen traces.

Fresh waters flashing down
Down in fast, beating motion.
Each sprinkle, each splash to the ground
Down to the magnificent ocean.

Green, majestic hills
Ladder up to the sky.
Freeing, lively thrills
Press on through and by.

Thundering sounds attack your ears
As each wave strikes a rock
Making blasting whirs
stirring up quite a shock.

Loud crashing waves are such a beauty
Although they do not come smoothly.

Deep ocean currents
channeling under water.
A glorious night appears
as the waves grow stronger.

Swim up to the moon
as it glares across the waves
searching for light
for the moonlight it craves.

Soar for the sky
as light ceases on the blue
Don't stop sailing
until you reach on through.

Strolling on the bridge
above the lake
as the boards shake
rumbling under your feet.

Shades of autumn glow
in the midst of the nightfall
paints of trees so tall
around this lovely land.

Take in the scenery
as it glares off your eyes
bringing a pleasing surprise
each and every color.

Colors so florid
all around her.
Flaming hot, torrid
causing emotions to stir.
Breathing autumn mist air
with pine and subtle oak trees.
She glares and stares
as her hair brushes with the breeze.
Her eyes partake the flamboyant
sights straight ahead.
On to her voyage
where the colors have led.

Slush and stirring
snow.
Flakes sprinkle down and
glow.
Brisk winds bluster and
blow.
Crisp piles of ice
below.
Sparkles in the sky
show.
A wonderful winter we
go!

It's time to grow.
Grow together.
Goodness will flow.
Flow righteously.

It's time to let go.
Let go of fear.
Falling like snow.
Snow turned to a warm heart.

It's time to sow.
Sow in someone's soul.
Love will show
when you change.

Spring morning
of a sweet blessed day.
Birds chirping
in this lovely month of May.

Sun rising
as blue birds sing.
Light shining
what delight this may bring.

It's time to grow.
Grow together.
Goodness will flow.
Flow righteously.

It's time to let go.
Let go of fear.
Falling like snow.
Snow turned to a warm heart.

It's time to sow.
Sow in someone's soul.
Love will show
when you change.

In the distance
a breeze is blowing
to the flowers
pale and glowing.
She clutches each one
close to her beating heart.
Lovely lilacs they are.
Lovely to the color chart.
She glazes afar
with a thought of bliss to share.
As she carries these pale flowers
with tender love and care.

She awakes
as the dawn nearly awakens
Rising above the river banks
the moon is slowly disappearing.

She walks on the pasture
watching the lake ripple
as the wind brushes against her
she looks to the sky.

A blue light sky
a color between dark and light
shines where the flowers lie
turned to periwinkle dandelions.

Her hand picks up the tips
as her breath touches the top.
Nearly brushing her lips
watching where the petals go.

Puddles of water
splashes around.
Bundles of rain
falls on the ground.
Sparks of lightning
and roars of thunder
A covering umbrella
keeps us safe under.
Dark clouds
turn to a dark gray.
Sitting inside
for this rainy day.

She inhaled the sweet smells
of the soft, crisp, summer winds.
She touched the pink shells
on the white, coral sands.
She grabbed her pad
and retrieved her blue pen.
She began to add
words to her starting poem.
She described the ocean
as blue as a bird's feathers.
She watched the waves motion
in a brisk yet calming way.
She wrote and wrote
as the wind blew the pages
She noticed a small boat
hitting against the waves.
She finished her write
and felt an amazing feeling.
She knew it would be a great night
for a calm, breezy walk.

Her blue pen
scribbles
on new, fresh
paper
but her mind
trembles
somewhere
elsewhere.

Up the stairs
she would climb
Into the attic
at night-time.
Her little legs
crawled up each stair
and soon she discovered
what was up there.
Antiques from all kinds
of things she had never seen.
The attic was quite dusty
as if it had never been cleaned.
She scattered through every box
and discovered a trunk.
She searched for a key
and found one under some junk.
She opened it to find a photo
of someone with her.
She looked closely.
The person was unfamiliar.

Through the night
and through the day.
I will fight
and I will stay.
Through the trial
and through the victory.
I will push through every mile
until I am free.

Amidst the river,
she walks along the way.
She is curious.
Curious of the waves of the bay.

Her little finger brushes
against the ripples.
She takes her hand back
as waves maneuver triples

She continues her way
across the water.
Her excitement engages
as waves totter.

Just take my hand
and draw me in.
There is nothing more
than I can stand.
Just take my heart
and give a part.
A brand new day
and a fresh new start.

Wonder and amazement
of the greatest feeling.
Real love and mercy
supported by a great feeling.
Holiness and peace
intertwined  in God's love.
Pain disappears when kneeling.

We are born.
We die.
We say hello.
We say good-bye.

Our story has a beginning.
Our story has an end.
We have our family.
We have a best friend.

We may have a short life.
We may have a long span.
We go on dates.
We find a wife or a husband.

We get a job.
We have money to spend.
We have time with each other.
We have children.

We continue our lives.
We grow old.
When our lives are over...
These are the stories we told.

The race was ready to begin.
I was sure I was going to win.
The whistle blew.
I jogged as my pace grew and grew.

I ran and ran for miles.
I ran over hurdles and piles.
I ran faster than anyone could.
I ran straight into a large piece of wood.

I couldn't believe what I had done.
I should have never had run.
I tried to stand.
I looked up, and saw a hand.

A fellow runner grabbed my hand.
He helped me to stand.
He took me to a bench and stayed put.
He even helped me with my sprained foot.

We watched the race run.
We watched to see who won.
I wished I could have ran.
I was glad I was given a hand.

When others are in pain.
We should love them all the same.
If they cannot stand.
We should help them all we can.

Green, green is everywhere.
The sun glimmers over the dew.
The air is refreshing
and the morning is new.

Blue, blue is in the enchanting sky
existing above this giant earth.
The pearly white clouds
shifting away from the sun's morning birth.

Color, each color is in every flower
and butterfly, water, and gray stone.
Each has its own beauty
making our minds blown.

Lanterns in the sky
swirling its direction to sunrise.
Golden flowers glisten by
bringing a sweet surprise.

Blue, tottering oceans
turn yellow from the sun.
Making such amazing motions
entering together as one.

Rising, steep mountains
gesture below the sunrise.
Sheer, rich canyons
below the lantern skies.

Hand in hand
walking past a creek.
down a charming passage
under a gorgeous peak.

Hand in hand
deepens our bond
over a wooden bridge
as we're growing fond.

Hand in hand
as leaves brush by
with the gentle breeze
we look at each other eye to eye.

There were two little cats
whose job was to chase bugs and rats.
Sue was frisky. Lou was was lazy.
Sue would chase things with glee
while Lou would rather sleep softly.

They'd sit on the porch.
Sue would light up like a torch
waiting for prey to arrive.
Lou found sleep as a way to survive.

Their owner was an older woman
who would pet them with her soft, wrinkled hand.
She was proud of Sue and Lou
for all what they could do.

Now the old woman didn't know about Lou.
That sleep was all she would do.
Sue thought Lou was no good.
That she shouldn't get what she should.

They were fed the same
and attention that came.
Sue didn't understand
why they received the same love from this woman.

The old woman sat on the porch swing.
She would pet Lou as she'd sing.
Sue came in.
She was determined to win.

The old woman picked up Sue
and continued to pet Lou.
She petted the two
and told them she loved them for what they could do.

She said to Lou, "I love you when you sleep."
She said to Sue, "I love you even with the rats you keep."

"I love you for who you are
even as I am an old char."
The cats cuddled with her
despite how different they were.

Picking ripe, juicy apples off trees
Jumping into a fresh pile of leaves.
Bundled up for the swift, autumn breeze.
Harvest time is a great time to appease
With autumns such as these.
When everything is simply at ease.

Precious moments.
Unexpected trials.
Awaiting postponements.
Travelling for miles.

New changes.
Up and down emotions.
High and low ranges.
Channeling over oceans.

Breathless sites.
Rising experiences.
Unsuspected heights.
Vast differences.

City lights glitter and flicker
as street lights turn on.
Cars speed by
and then they are gone.

Trees are blowing with the wind
and house lights shut down.
Darkness fills the world
and I glisten on the ground.

I'm shining on the river.
I'm following through the window of your car.
I'm glimmering above the forest.
I'm with you wherever you are.

Mellow blossoms carry
rose scented smells.
The cherry tree settles
with its crayola petals.

Red chrysanthemums
scattered throughout the field
surrounded by the tree
created so beautifully.

Colors so florid
in the midst of the sky.
Birds soar this colorful welkin.
Delicacy made from Heaven.