" You live in a town for so many years, and
your spouse passes on, memories appears.
Day after day, where ever you go. A walk in the
park, she will show.
Looking at the bench, her favorite bench where
laughter, and idea's flows form our souls.
Never interrupted until a pigeon joined in on
our conversation.
Pleasant, and warm were the days we sat there.
Along with the children on the swings, and the
open air.
Restaurants on every corner with their fragrances
flying through our sense of smell.
Choosing the one with the odor of the BBQ Grill.
Although, through the years we did try them all.
The Lake was our favorite. There was our first date.
That's when we saw a butterfly, and she said. "How
can anyone hate."
After she said that. I'll never forget, that in that moment, i
loved her more then she loved that butterfly.
I was never able to question , why?
For 39 years it was She and i.
I left New York 3 years ago to leave those memories
behind.
Living in Texas i now
write of those wonderful memories with my fingers, from
my mind."

God Bless,
Michael....

"It's like a greeting of a new born baby.
For the first time it's placed in  your hand
you smile and would give it a name if you can.
What come s next is you show your beautiful
newcomer to all family, and friends.
Who wants to hold it, while you want to protect it.
It seems to never end.
To a cell phone. It's on vacation each, and everyday
of the week.
You check into the finest hotels, eat at 5 star restaurants, and
is pleased just walking down the street.
When it's time to end your day, you place it on your
night table, not too far away. Tuck yourself in while the night comes to an end.
Waking up in the morning you first yawn, then reach
for your cell.
You gently take off the charger as if your changing a
baby's diaper.
Then you wait for it to speak, hoping to hear good
news while you were asleep.
All is well. A brand new day is to begin. You both jump
out of bed, make it to the kitchen table where "You And Your Cell"
will have your regular, bacon and an egg."

"Your Valley's are rich with your soil, i
stand in it,
Your winds that rage through me like a
herd of wild horses, I breath it.
You surround me with a force of courage.
Your Mountain tops standing at attention
with snow caps touching the bluest sky's.
You surround me with such a blissful joy.
My eyes have become yours, to see the beauty
that you have imposed.
You placed a soul in my created body.
Now i know you.
You surround me with, your precious love.
Yours waters, i swim in,
they refresh me.
I'm now clean in thought's..
You Cleansed me.
I Bow Before You.".....

"I may not say thank you to all who
like my poems.
Please don't take it to heart.
I'll try my best to start.
I love you all, and the art you do.
To love a strangers work,it's a
dream come true.
The world can bring so many down, but
when a poem is read, it can turn around
their frown.
We are gifted from above.
The Lord allows us to think.
We put his words on the "Paper Wall", for others
to stand up and speak.
They speak to others with all that we have
to say.
It give's them a life with a smile, finding them
enjoying the brand new day.
So please forgive me for not saying thanks to you all, but
Love  me as i love you, and keep writing your mind
on the "Paper Wall."

"Don't you think it's time time, that
you  finally find the time, that you finally
find the time, to follow "The One."
Haven't you had enough time, in your
spare time, to think of the right time, to
follow " The One."
He has given you all his time, for you to
think of the time, for you to think of the time
to give it to "The One."
So, the next time you think of time, please, for your
own sack. Give it to "The One".....
God Bless you all,
Michael....

"She stepped on to the train, black
sunglasses with a German Shepard held
to her hand.
Standing quietly still, hoping to be shown to
a seat.
No conductor was present, to help
her off her feet.
I jumped to attention, the dog took a liking
to me.
They have that sense you know, us humans would all agree.
She quickly asked me my name. "Michael" i replied.
i came back with a question. "How did you know that
i'm standing by your side? She said. "The smell of men's cologne's
never lie.
She allowed me to sit with her companion at her
side.
I also sat beside her, both enjoying the ride.
Our conversations were of many.
She took me to many counties, and Islands i never heard of
before.
I sat listening in awe, For she was a Rear Admiral in the
United States Navy.
That led me to my curiosity of why she was blind.
I asked, she answered. "A subject i'd rather not discuss at
this time."
I  need to say "I apologize." She replied. "It's okay. How
can i be upset with a man who made my day."
The next stop was her's.
I helped her off the train.
We said our goodbye's, and you know,  I never did asked her,
her name."

" Hands are to hold, Arms are to hug, Lips, are
to kiss, and i have none to offer. You are truly
missed."
With Love,
Michael..

"The flicker of a match burns quickly, compared
to your cold Heart that has me leave swiftly."

"Oh No,
Here's another morning without
you. it leaves me with another day
surrounded with my broken heart.
Can't seem to look up at the sky, all the raindrops
keep falling upon my teary eyes.
It's so hard to go on when all our memories have
been you and me.
Do i stand a chance with this helpless romance, of
how it use to be.
Baby i can't go on thinking your in the arms
of someone new.
It has always been . me, and you.
Honey i ask for a second chance, don't
you hear me calling?
Please don't take the good times away.
I'll do anything to bring back your sun that
has fallen.
I constantly see two people walking, from the
back they look like you, but when they turn, your
gone.
I walk alone with my shadow, and when it appears
against the walls, i talk to you.
At night i toss, and turn. i reach over, and
your no longer there.
I wonder if you do the same.
If you can only spend one evening with me, and
talk it over with a dinner. i know what i have to
offer you would possibly make our matters better, much
better.
Baby i'm begging to give me one more chance with you,and
stop the rain from falling.
Please, let me see the sky's, and the sun again."

"You think I'm scared,your dam
right I am.
You think I'm worried, that goes hand
and hand.
Being afraid is not easy to
Say
Admitting the truth is the
only way.
God's world is at a threshold, it's
talked about everyday of each
week.
We seem to do nothing about it.
Can it be that we are becoming weak?
Yes it is scary, and I do feel less safe.
It's all in God's Hands. "Us" The Human
Race."

" The year was 1968. My journey in life took me
to a place so unfamiliar to me. Fort Ord Army Base.
There is where i began my Manhood. (Boot Camp)
Week after week of drills that brought sweat out
of me that i never knew existed.
This was in Northern California. Land of American beauty.
Yet i was in Hell. All we thought at that time was, can we make it through?
Then beyond any notice to us, we were all called out for a roll
call.. The Commanding Officer awarded us with a weekend pass.
The cheer was so loud i thought i was in a Football stadium.
We were dismissed, and packed to see what "I Once Saw."
First stop. A town called Carmel. Cobblestone streets, trees with
leaves of color as if they were born out of a Kaleidoscope.
It was though i was living in a Charles Dickens novel.
I walked through stores that held no dust. Nothing out of place, they
had a Heavenly touch.
When i stopped for a bite to eat.
Even that was an unforgettable experience.
The food tasted much better. I didn't want to leave my seat.
What captured me the most as i strolled through these impressive
streets of Carmel, was a view in where i stood overlooking the Pacific
Ocean.
"BIG SUR". I almost fainted. A sight so beautiful to my eyes i wondered
Why? Why do so many people leave this great land of ours to go on
vacations elsewhere?
To be standing on a cliff looking at the raging ocean waves pounding
the walls of these mighty rocks.
"As I Once Saw" I yearn for more.
A sight that comes to me in so many of my nights.
Branded in my mind for the rest of my life."

" She sits in her favorite corner of the home
that imprisoned her.
Reading a novel written by the late author
James Alan McPherson's Crabcakes: A Memoir.
The book lays open across her *******, as her head
leans back into a deep rest.
With her eyes closing rapidly, she dreams of the
life that was wished for many years.
Only to be hurt upon hurt, shedding her terrible tears.
Never a fit in with the children at school.
To always be tossed away again, and again. Being introduced
to the word we call cruel.
The years flew by, never finding the right guy.
Her self esteem fell to the ground .
Always feeling safe running to her home.
Comfort became her companion.
Her friends were in the books she read, and
would visit places like the Grand Canyon.
We truly wonder what lies deep in the mind of
an Old Maid?
Shame? Rejection? Definitely never making the grade.
What i do know is that they serve, Some are nurses, whom
i write about is just a plain Maid.
She's also a child of God, and that makes me glad."

"Last night i said goodbye, it's bringing out
my tears.
I sit in  hotel rooms, and nothing is ever clear.
I think of you, it rattles me because your not
here.
My thought's when you hold me, my insides do
cheer, as they ask me . "Will i ever see you again."
My time in different states, and countries. It's my job
that takes me away.
If only you were here to see the view of this beautiful bay.
I know it's hard to be apart, but we need to try.
Think of our beautiful children having to watch
us say goodbye.
I could never bare seeing that, i'll try to spend
more time at home.
Money isn't everything, it's never hearing your voice again
as i call you on the phone."

"I went to a club tonight, and
Wound up in a fight.
Hoping to meet a woman, it just wasn't my night.
Until i awoke from the punch.
Not knowing where i was at.
Laying on a couch, with a beautiful
Woman wiping the blood from my mouth."

"I Lived For My Lady, isn't that what a spouse
should do?
Keeping a smile on her lovely face, so
that i can smile too.
Life is hard enough to bring one another
down.
The secret is to keep your Flame alive that
burns deeply inside.
An elder man of fifty- nine happily married years
heard my words of years ago.
"To Love a woman as much as you love
yourself, There beholds a woman that will
give you her best."
I needed him to hear my theory of his success.
He applauded me with a smile, shook my hand, and
said God Bless.
For many years i placed her on my pedestal, Thirty-- nine
to be exact.
If i was to do it all over again, i would bring each and
everyone back.
My Lady passed away in the year 2010, but her pedestal
still stands for when we shall meet again."

"Cry me a river, that's what she has done.
After i dismissed all the laughter, romantic
dinners, the excitement of our forever lasting fun.
A lady with no emotion has no soul.
How much i tried to bring it out, her
heart was just too cold.
Too late to shed tears after i had given her
my relentless love for one full year.
Now she cry's me a river, tugging on my
shirt begging not to leave her.
Iv'e been through this before, but never
opening up the door.
I forgave,, only left standing in my tears that fell
to the floor.
Here it is once again. My blood rushing to my head.
The door fresh in my sight.
It opens. I walk into the night.
Time stands still as i breath in the early morning air.
I look up to the sound of a free flying bird, and me, also
there."

"I love the calm of the sea.
it calms me.
The pitter- patter rain drops against
my window pane, gives me  sleep.
Crashing waves against the seascape walls
sets my body in awe.
A baby cry in the middle of the night, makes
me feel alive.
Thunder and it's lighting brightening the
late evening sky's, enriches my hearing and
my sight.
This is Mother's Earth's Entertainment, and
she gives it to you day and night."

"My Grandfather sits in the corner as the
party is going on.
No one to talk to. No one to explore his
past years, and his hidden charm.
Sipping his glass of red vino, i vision as
he once sat on the streets of Italy with his Family, and
friends.
I can hear the sounds of the Mandolin as he makes
his move on the checker board under the shady tree.
I drew closer wanting to know more of this Family Monarch.
So many untold stories that he may want to talk about.
As i approached he turned to me calling out my name with
a question. "Ah, Michael. Are you having a good time?
I answered. "No Grandpa, but with you i'll be fine."
We spoke all about his past, and Oh how we laughed.
Tears began to develop from his eyes, I asked. "Grandpa why
do you cry.?"
He held my hands. He kissed my cheeks with a reply."It's been
a long time that i sat with someone who is interested with my
life before i die."

"While in school, never dis-respect a nerd.
Someday, he may be your boss."

"So what that you lie to
the government.
So what if you don't tell the truth.
So what if you lie to congress, some
example they send to our youth.
So what if they jump over our boarders.
So what if they are caught then let go.
So what that they **** our children, it's
only about the vote.
So what if they bus them to our neighborhoods.
So what if we have to pay their insurance, the
rich and famous need not worry, it doesn't
cost them a single cent.
So what is 550% of war minded Syrian Refugees
are to enter our land.
So what if we applaud them with open arms, and
a Marching Band.
So what if they take our jobs and pay away.
So what if America doesn't see a brighter day.
So you, anyone of you tell me "IT'S NOT A SO WHAT"

"Your lips rest upon mine, makes
me a better man.
The taste of your cherry red lipstick
makes my head swell."

"You try your best to break it. Living like a sculpture,
taking it's abstract form, carving, and chiseling with your
mouth with nothing to show for it but a chill as if it's a frozen
piece of ice.
Hands are not tools. The're made to hold. To feel the heat of one's
heart coming through, to melt the other as if it were a piece of chocolate.
Yet, she holds back with reasons unknown.
Leaving my mind with questions that i need to ask.
Questions that just may chip away the concrete shell .
Standing together in night's darkness, with the light of
the moon shimmering off the left side of her tanned cheek.
I asked. " Why not even a simple kiss, or a moment of a held
hand after six months in your company."?
Turning away with a couple of steps out of the
glorious moonlight. Standing in complete darkness, a
voice called out. " It's hard to love again, when love never
treated me right the first time around."
I then stepped into the darkness, softly pulled her back
in the moonlight, held her in my arms whispering.
"You are now in the light with a love the second time
around."
We kissed. Held hands taking a walk under the stars to a new
path on a concrete sidewalk."

"It's normal to see them around trash cans, dumpsters, and
decaying veggies, but mine found he's or her
home resting on my bathroom faucet.
Every morning there it rests.
To me i never felt it was a pest.
What gives me the right to judge God creations?
A category characteristic of there own.
It was not being harmful to me, yet a bit
playful i may add.
Flying in front of my mirror making sure
looking good for the day planned.
Done, it would land on my finger as i escorted
us both out into open land.
I released. Flying with freedom to the sound
of Steve Miller Band.
Doing my errands for the day i would think
at times what my simple little friend was up to.
It sometimes made me sad when i thought one day hearing
someone say."They die on the 3rd day"...
What suddenly came to me. It was the end of the 3rd day.
I awoke on the 4th. Walked slowly into the bathroom.
Looked upon the faucet. My morning companion was gone.
Living with a fruit fly maybe absurd to many, but i love all
creatures of God. To me it was full of fun, and funny."

"People of the poor i truly feel sorry
for.
The wheel of the world keeps spinning
around, never stopping for the weak, never
listening to them when they speak.
Only the strong survive i'm so sick of
those four words.
to me it's, "Help The Weak, let's bring them
to there feet."
No, No, No say the elite. It's to much
for them to defeat.
An interference is always what they try to
avoid.
What a shame to them that people are
noted to be null and void.
Will the wheel ever stop spinning, or at
least slow down?
Or will it just keep spinning faster until
the spokes splatter all over the ground.?

"The tree offers shade, then allows us to
cool from the heat of the sun.
The blades of the grass beneath cushions
our bodies as we think of the future, and the
comfort of the bed that will soon take it's place.
The pasture with it's land far as the eyes can see.
It takes us to past dreams that we longed to be.
It melts us with-in. We hold, and hug each other
with a feeling of never wanting to let go.
We're in love. No moment like this can ever be
replaced.
No other woman can ever take her place.
It's Love It's Love. This happy in me has never
been before.
Let it not be a dream. For i have dreamed of
this before.
She kissed me softly. I opened my eyes, and
she was still there."

"If you think you know it all, i would
suggest you keep things to yourself."

"I looked at life yesterday, and everything
seemed fine.
I look at life today, and realize that yesterday
i was blind.
It's all for the best.
I have God taking care of the rest.
My demons have gone, probably in search
of a new born.
Defenseless and unaware not knowing the meaning
of fear.
It too will be blind until they grow, and
expand their minds.
Only to see again, the treasures that
Jesus will help you to find."

"You walk with-in my heart along the beaches
we once strolled.
It's sad that your not here, it leaves me bitter and cold."

"I just finished watching a movie titled
"The Help"
A true story of Black Folk who were treated
as bad can be.
I'm a white man who feels disgust within every
inch of my body.
Fools they were to treat God's creations that way.
I'm a common sense man who lives under the laws of God himself.
Animals were treated better then they, and it's still happening
today!!!
Lift up your hearts people, and Love the Love that Our Lord had taught.
This goes for every race. It just may bring us to a better
Place."

"I once sold the same identical cars to two strangers
who lived on the same street.
One paid  $ 800.00 dollars over cost, and the other
paid  $ 200.00 dollars over cost.
One day they met and compared the Bill Of Sales.
Then they both drove to my dealership to question
why?
One was very, very angry.
The other was very, very smart."

"I once sold cars, only because of many
lies.
When i told the truth, the customers left
with their hidden ******* salute.
Many of us were ****** if we did, and ******
if we didn't.
So i kept on lying, and had to laugh
about it.
This was me for many,many years.
Then the day came, i found myself shedding
the guilty tears.
Guilty of how i was hurting my fellow man.
crying over the thought how selfish i have
became.
My mind began pounding to the sounds of drums
at a Heavy Metal concert.
Taking the food off of someone's table
so then i can enjoy life's benefits.
How fortunate that i live to see the errors of
my life.
To die before this day, and having to explain
those ways to JESUS CHRIST.
I found something that was never lost.
Just didn't know where to look, and to pay
such a heavy cost."

Thank you Jesus,
Michael...

"A Rose was found in the snow, some 92
years ago.
It lay restful all alone on my Grandma's porch
with it's winter's chill.
When a little girl picked it up, rushed it to
her red freezing nose to get it's first smell.
She held it tight with her mittens of pink, too
young to know, that in winter roses don't
grow.
Excited,  filled with happiness, she ran up the
stairs to find her new born baby sister's bedroom
door closed.
Opening the door slowly she showed her crying
mom the rose.
At that moment the doctor pronounced the passing
of her baby sister who's name was ROSEALINDA."

" it only exists in the body of an infant."

He laid his head upon my chest, i
felt his breath on the back of my neck.
Yet that was long ago, a baby of only
eight months old.
Time can be an enemy when you would like it
to stop.
It just fly's on by with no end in sight.
I live today with the quote."God giveth, God
taketh away.
Seemed like yesterday calling him home from
his day of play.
He's all grown up, and stuck to his plan.
Been away three years now. Him and Uncle
Sam.
Coming home soon. I pray he makes it out
of those sand dunes.
So if anyone of my Poet Brothers or Sisters should read
this. Give my Son your prayer ending with a
GOD BLESS."

"I held your hand for 39 years, because
i felt the heat of your Heart.
Only a fool would let go."

" I live alone with the Lord, and my
cat.
His name is Noah. Does he dream of building
an Ark for all different kinds of humans.?

"Today i went shopping for a shelf.
My wall was bare, maybe for books,or
just for looks.
The floor clerk was of no help.
The choosing's of my needs seemed
to raise the hairs on the back of her neck.
She passed a remark that it's "only a shelf".
I replied. " How wrong you are. The simple piece
of wood is to bring a taste of beauty to a bare place."
This all lead me to think how important a simple
piece of crafted wood can improve many lives.
Yet we live in a world with never ending vices.
All shelves breath with your memories placed upon
them.
Now your wall became a precious gem.
So if someone should refer to a "SHELF is only a SHELF",
You now know how much of your Love can be
put on display."

"The radio music invaded my mind.
It brought me to a place i left behind.
Our glory days were filled with so
much fun, the song came to an end, but
the memory had just begun."

"Who else has shown you prayer?
Who else has shown you they care?
Who else has mentioned recently that
he'd be there?
Who else has been trying to take away
your fear?
Who else would dry your eyes if you
were able to shed some tears?
Who else made your belly ache with my
laughter this past year?
Who else has given you a better life when
no one dared?
Who else sits beside you when you chose
for me not to be there?
GOD MY DEAR, GOD MY DEAR."

"Red lights, green lights, a stop
sign ahead.
do you ever feel trapped, even the
sheets wrap around you in bed.
To walk across a simple street we must
look to our left and right, as if
we're being watched before the turning
of the red light.
We cross, and the people bunk into you
on all your sides while texting their phones.
You see a sidewalk rage break out, one
falls to the ground as if being struck by a
Military Drone.
Working in cubicles now that have 3 walls.
I remember offices with open and closed doors.
Our days come to an end, taking us an hour to come home.
Only to relax in your living room, and now being "SURROUNDED"
with the one's you love, baring in mind with-in the next twelve hours,again
you'll be gone."

"What does her love do for me?
That's easy to answer.
When the blues in life enter me as
quickly as the rush of the winds, it
calms the raging sea's that only my insides
bleeds.
The fire in your soul, she's there to stop
the melting coals.
The coals that surround your heart when
the moods become cold.
Gloomy days with the darkest gray
clouds, Poetry"s Love sits beside me to
allow my sun to come out.
My words light up the sheets of paper to
the glow in my eyes.
The heart then becomes red again to leave
my blues behind."

God Bless Poetry's Love for all of
her Poet's!!!!

"Bound in darkness, does the evil really enjoy
being there, or do they whisper,
"Please take me from this fear"?...
Chained like a slave of many years ago.
Kept away from the truth, teaching them only
lies that Satan knows.
What makes them tick to a clock that shows
no time?
What makes them display hate that brings us
to our knees with their inexcusable crimes?
I pray they are crying out to be saved.
Maybe someday they will.
I'm sure that Good will prevail in the coming
days of still."

GOD HELP US!!!!!

"You touched my fingertips.
I felt it. My heart skipped a beat.
Taking hold of my hand. It stopped.
The high school child in me embraced
the playtime once again.
Sitting on a park bench thinking of our bleachers
at the Friday night football games.
Now we cheer for the pigeons as they fight
for the bread crumbs.
It's all so beautiful, only different times.
We are here still together, that's all that really
matters.
Beautiful to reminisce, grateful that
we can.
To kiss each others lips, and start our hearts
pumping once again."

"Over, and over i wish for that perfect
come true.
Thinking of your mind, can i ever place it
in mine?
Days go by i forever see you in
my eyes as i look in every mirror.
Nights begins it's journey while i'm
left to worry.
Worry for that perfect come true.
Roses with their perfect pedals.
Waves with their mighty raw.
A sunrise followed by it's beautiful
set.
A skyline with your 50th story view.
So many "Perfect Come Trues"
Where are you."

"I once met a homeless man lying in
the beach sand.
The heat of it helped his chills, i dare not
give him a hand.
He asked if i could cover him with the coat
that i had to wear.
I placed it around his shoulders,
he looked at me with a heart warming stare.
A tear came from my eye as i asked if
i could be of some help.
A voice, he spoke. " I'm so thirsty, just a
sip of your coke."
I quickly satisfied his thirst and told him i'd
be right back.
Running to the nearest take out restaurant he
began to shout.
"Please come back, don't leave me alone."
So i stopped and ran back.
i held him in my arms. He took his last
breath, then he was gone."

"Don't know where i'm going, my life
seems to be in the ninth inning.
Roller coaster ride's are riding, carousels
are spinning.
Will my mind be able to put on the
brakes?
To liquidate the hidden tears, that are
about to accumulate?
Maybe a Daydream can place me in
a wonderland.
To a getaway with my feet slowly
walking through the beach sand.
I feel the ocean spray.
it's cooling to my face.
I look up at the sun, what a
terrific place.
Why does this have to come to an
end,
Putting me back in the ninth inning?
Because that's where we all belong.
To hit that home run, and never
stop running."

"What is it with me, yearning to make words
rhyme?
Is it an obsession, or is it a gift?
Sometimes it seems to take a heavy toll
on my life.
Sometimes it fills my lungs with air so
i can breath again.
Is it the beauty of a lyric that has lovers
cry?
Then again to bring laughter to one's
tears?
Either way it seems to comfort me knowing
that it can be a pleasure.
I'm a poet, as many of us are.
Why think "What Is It With Me"?
Simply... Just Be."

" Don't look at one and
Judge..
Listen to their words, then
You will know of their heart."❤

" The world is becoming one big gang.
who's side are you on?
Getting along are just two words from the past,
even they are gone.
We rush to pass another, only to meet again
at the red light.
That's followed up with a stare.
Sometimes ending in a fight.
Road Rage in every town across the entire
Universe.
Many of us are killed.
It's a total disgrace.
Once we were children respecting so much of
what the world had to give.
Running on different paths, learning
how we must live.
Some sent off to war, while others were lucky
to stay behind.
I, no was not of the lucky one's.
It was an awful time.
Now we raised Families only to see the world
falling apart.
My Daughters, your Son's with Grandchildren.
Will they be able to have a head start?
I'm all grown up, iv'e seen so much.
I'm Blessed to receive a kiss that's gentle to the
touch."
Goodnight.....

"I fell into the darkness, but soon i stepped
into the light.
She stood right in front of me, it gave me
an uneasy fright.
I leaned away to open a door.
She then called my name while
my heart fell to the floor.
Not knowing her that well, but wanted
always to.
I turned, and said hello, not knowing
shamefully what i was to do.
We spoke of the meeting that we both
had attend.
Exchanging phone numbers came early,
this beginning relationship was not about to end.
The dates also came quickly, taking me away from my work.
Poetry became secondary, i was becoming a clerk.
Being Away from certain things i Love.
So i say simply. SECONDARY can never be ABOVE"...