Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.

At sunrise,
our eyes meet.
At sunrise,
sand tickles our feet.

At sunrise,
I embrace your hand.
At sunrise,
our love is so grand.

At sunrise,
we lay on the beach.
At sunrise,
the sun is a shade of peach.

At sunrise,
we watch together.
At sunrise,
and onward our lives forever.

Wild splashes of beaming

Azure brushing back and forth

Tottering briskly on granite rocks

Enlightening excitement to our eyes

Radiance of teal drops sprinkle salt

Follicles misting up the atmosphere

Activating a rushing rippling of waves

Lashing playfully with each other

Looping to a sensational surprise

rose and sunny blossoms
beckon the beauty of spring.
baby blue skies whisper
winds experiencing what it brings.

growing grasses wander
into the roots of the lime green land.
fields and fields of flying flowers
picture this beauty so far and so grand.

hills of living loveliness
lavish a splendid surprise.
exquisite adventures
marvel and awaken your eyes.

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.

Rising from the water
like a fragrant cupcake.
Seeds floating in the stream
increasing from the wake.

Blue and purple
blooms onto to the pads.
Roaming and roaming
across ripples in scads.

Growth so pretty
and basin so new.
Lily so delicate
and purely blue.

Grapes on a vine.
Lilacs in a field.
Purple is so divine.
Purple is so real.

Violet in her eyes.
Lavender in a candle.
Purple is a sweet surprise.
It's hard to mishandle.

Sea urchins in the sea.
Sea shells on the shore.
Purple is the color of royalty.
Purple is so much more.

Purple is in the pen that writes.
Writing words so bright.
Purple are the wings of a butterfly.
Spreading its wings so high.

Purple is the dress she wears.
Purple is a color that cares.
Purple is loyalty.
Purple is what describes me.

Just look at your life,
it is a beautiful thing.
You wake up every morning
as the blue birds sing
and the day is beginning.

You may run into problems,
but those help you grow.
Watch your mind expand rapidly
as you embrace life's flow
and you let things go.

Every mistake is a chance
to show who we are.
We may explode like comets
or shimmer like a star
and we'll see how far.

You are amazing and incredible
no matter how many mistakes.
You were not a misfortune,
you are a rippling lake
to new destinations you'll take.

Embrace all the new opportunities
you'll have in this life.
You may make many mistakes,
but you'll be all right,
just keep being a light.

Be hopeful,
all things will come to an end.
Somethings may have a new beginning.
Some may be dead.

In this life,
everything is for our good.
We may not think that,
but we really should.

So keep hoping
and keep believing.
You never know
what you might be receiving.

your smile,
your face
can brighten
any day
of someone
in need

all you ever
have to do
is be beautiful,
be you,
and believe.

A winter breeze
brushed against the tassels
of her velvet scarf.

She breathed in
the misty, wet smells
that melt her heart.

Her mittens tickled
the warm, scarlet wool
padded in her pockets.

Winds back and forth
against the snowy trees
rocking large  snow deposits.

She smiled at the
mushy, muddy tracks
her boots evenly made.

She bunched up
a big ball of powdery snow
and in that she played.

pastel blossoms
twirled and wrapped
around her head
some pink and some red.

each delicate petal
lies gently
on this rosy crown
feeling light and unbound.

every pigment
shines from the sun
a bright, pale gold,
a color faint but bold.

her words shattered
because she has no voice.
her opinion doesn't matter
she has no choice.

her life forsaken
taken away from the world.
no one wants to hear you
because you are a girl.

her mind full of ideas
but she doesn't want a riot.
she keeps her ideas to herself,
the world wants her to be quiet.

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.

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.

Flying deep above the flowing water
is the Ocean Butterfly.
Its wings  are blue as the waves totter.
Its beryl wings fly so high.

It lives in a tropical tree with others.
Where they live free
in their beautiful ocean colors.
Where they are destined to be.

These beautiful, beryl butterflies
are special in every way.
They fly above the sunrise.
Brilliantly and gleefully away.

sharp,
blue,
cubic,
shines like dew.

curved,
pure,
and finest
allure.

Ionic,
shimmer shown,
a beautiful substance
in this healing stone.

God made each person beautiful in their way.
Please let them be something one day.
Women, you destroy the life of someone to be.
You just took away somebody's destiny.
To pregnancy, don't think it's just a maybe.
Women, why can't you think about your baby?
Why abortion should you do?
What if your mother did that to you?
Beautiful people begin as cells.
They may not be pretty at first but oh well.
They grow to be pretty, clever, and smart.
Why can't people just have a heart?
Abortion is ******, and you should know that.
I don't care if you don't want to get fat.
Babies should be cherished and loved.
Don't you want that from God above?

on a midnight, pomp nightfall
she stood graciously in the light
so pale and faint,
she was a beautiful sight.

she holds a butterfly
with wings so pure and small.
it flew so loosely
into the purple nightfall.

she watched them fly
so beautifully it goes.
soon comes others
and swiftly they flow.

their wings so gentle
as they embrace the night sky.
she still watches them
as they enhance so high.

on this pomp nightfall,
she watches the butterflies soar.
and just like butterflies,
her heart is so pure.

It's over...'
it echoed loud  and clear.
Her mind was racing
and her heart frozen in fear.

It only lasted a brief second as
broken shards sawed her heart in half.
Blood gushed from her emotional veins
unraveling to an unknown path.

Droplets of pain overflowed her eyes as
blood blistered and beated to her brain.
She knew then for a long time her life
and her heart would never be the same.

Your smile
can melt away
every tear.
Conquer every fear,
and will always be here.

Your smile is the best
thing God gave you.
It sticks like glue,
and helps with
all you do.

So keep smiling
even if you don't feel so.
Your smile brightens as you go,
and is making others grow.

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.

You could have felt every finger
and every little toe,
but this never happened
so we'll never know.

You could have felt my every move
when I was inside,
but my chance to be
in this world was denied.

You could have held me in your arms
and tickled my tiny feet.
That never happened,
we never got to meet.

We could have twirled
our hands into one,
but we will never know
for I was never to come.

We could have had a life
learning together,
but we will never know.
I am lost forever.

Each day
she brushes them back
but they return
and slowly begin to burn.

Flowing like ocean waves
they come back and forth.
Each tear drops in the ocean
and she tries to contain her emotion.

Pain never seems to dissipate.
She was always far away
from her lighthouse in the night
while she'd searched for a light.

She drowns in her overflowing tears
and waves her hands
for a sign of safety
but she's lost in the crying sea.

quartz so divine
and shimmering bright
and it will always be fine
like a magical light
with a structure so pure
and brilliant allure.
A rock of great might
and it will always outshine.

Twisted, golden curls
bounced on her red, silk dress.
A theatre full of surprise and tension.
Everyone dressed in their best.

Iced sequins glistened
as she strutted her way in.
Dark, leather seats cushioned her body
and the show was ready to begin.

She imagined her life so grand
like the gorgeous actress on stage.
Living a tale of majeed ventures
unraveling after each page.

Gracile finger tips tapped with wit
on the charred arm rests.
Music so melodic and mighty
mulling of the plot's earnest quests.

Her eyes blinked and a tiny droplet
streamed when the play was done.
Another one to be portrayed,
who knew what was to come?..

the moon glistened
on your eyes. .
a glow appeared
on your hand
when we touched

I looked into
your sparkling eyes.
they waved
like the moon
on the river.

our hands held
in front of
the moon.
the night darkened
and stars brighten.

Red roses tickled her nose
as she walked across the plain.
The sun shines as her face glows
and is melting away her pain.

The sky was a majestic blue
which made the roses more vibrant.
The trees were shady as they grew
and shadowed her like a tent.

Her hair golden from the sun
and her dress red like the rose
She sat as nature took its run
and the rose continued to tickle her nose.

she gazed
out of the window
wondering
what was there.
this stuffy house
bored her wild mind.
this she could not bear.
she implored to explore
adventure to find...

I always got your back
no matter what.
I will kiss your bruises
and your cuts.

We will stay together
through thick and thin.
You will always be
my little, soft kitten.

You are my baby
ball of fur.
My favorite sound is
when you purr.

I love you,
my pretty kitty cat.
Nothing in this world
can change that.

You walked away, why oh why.
You walked away before her first cry.
You walked away from your could have been wife.
You walked away from your could have been life.

You walked away from your baby girl.
You will never be a part of her world.
She will try to replace you.
She will think this will help her too.

You missed her first crawl.
You missed her first fall.
Yo missed every birthday.
You are missing her life every day.

You left her with a void.
You left her with a pain she can't avoid.
You left her with an abusive man.
You left her unable to stand.

This happens every day to girls
Fathers don't want to be a part of their world.
This makes their hearts sore.
It makes girls look for more.

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.

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.

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.

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.

It baffles my mind every day
that someone would die for me
in such an excruciating kind of way.

I think of it all the time
how this man could show love
as such a beautiful sign.

How His loving hands covered in blood
could evaporate our sins and shame
so we could be loved.

We will always remember this one man
who died on this Easter day
loves us more than anyone can.

She lay in bed asleep
until morning came.
She woke up
just the same.

She got dressed
in her favorite red shirt.
She ran downstairs
also in her favorite blue skirt.

She said a pleasant hello
to her father and mother
She ate her cereal
next to her brother.

Enjoying her bowl,
she soon felt a bit of pain.
Just a bit to her arm.
Then she felt it again.

She turned to her brother
in an annoyed soft of way.
"What are you pinching me for?"
"It's St.Patrick's Day."

She rolled her eyes.
"I shouldn't give you a pinch"
"Why is that?"
"Because you are the Grinch."

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.

Flowers blooming
in a majestic, green grass.
Clouds are looming
in the beautiful, blue sky.

Butterflies flying
with their glistening, colored wings.
Nature is drying
from an April shower.

Trees growing
in its verdant, colored leaves.
Spring is showing
in an alluring and blessed way.

a window
that her eyes grew to know.
cloudy skies and cloudy visions
blistered like snow.

thoughts
dark and forlom.
her broken esprit
grew tired and worn.

time
spent in misery.
she ached for repose,
but her head growing wintry.

She laid her head on the altar
wrapped around her arms.
Her heart was covered in
pressing pains and thorns.

She cried and cried for hours
until the altar's wood was clean.
Her arms sweaty
with tears in between.

Her tears seeped into her soul
as He touched her heart.
She felt better
and she knew that was a start.

her heart grows
like branches
of a tree.
flowers so
dainty
sprouting
ever so free.
love builds
such a
strong root.
her heart
is filled
so much
and it's
growing
the most
beautiful fruit.