Goodbye to summer.
Do you miss the warm sunshine?
Warm days are no more.

What do I begin to say?
A starting line, like a new day.
Do I simply say hello?
Will you let me know?

Like once upon a time?
Like in a fairy tale rhyme.
Do I write a poem or a quip?
Will you laugh or will you trip?

From the memories we shared,
do I write a story for you?
Do I speak what's on my mind?
Tell me darling, before the
night is through.

Do I send you a love letter,
sealed with a kiss?
Do you think of me or of me
even miss?

Where do start?
Where do I begin?
I want to be your babe,
and in your heart, to win.

When will we learn that
we cannot hide.
From fears and doubt,
time to cast away our pride.

No time for foolish thoughts,
or for regrets.
Let's try to forgive, and in love,
let's place our bets.

The time is ticking
on the clock.
No time to waste, or in
each other mock.

Cheating lying, gossip...
"oh this has to stop!
Does it really matter,
who is on top?

There is room for all of us
to play.
In this world, as we go to work,
and teach the kids to pray.

No time for bullying
or calling names.
No need to ridicule,
as some people like to blame.

Let's pull together to take
a stand.
To help each other and
lend a helping hand.

Sometimes nothing is as it seems.
It may appear like nothing but dreams.
Like a novel, a story, or mystery.
Might not always be happy, but misery.

Enchanting, captivating, thrilling or mesmerizing.
I can sure read, and always been good with memorizing.
reading, writing, spelling,
marketing, wording,  and selling.

Like a game of chess, one wins on one side,
like the ocean changes with tide.
As to the novel that reads out in due time.
As can poetry rhyme.

Can be a quip with few words--oh what the hell!
Perhaps  a story with witches and wizards casting a spell.
Some ring true to others and others do not.
from copy written lyrics through court battles some fought.

From poems, to letters, a story, or script,
to rhyming, signing, telling or reading lines--do not skip!
From astrology, psychology, genealogy too.
A history pattern developed and a story plays through.

As art to a painter, as student to teacher.
As buyer to seller, as in scripture to preacher.
like a role played by an actor, as a craft that they learn.
like fire is from matches on to paper that burn.

We take on different roles that we write, not just one.
Whatever the story or memory be, it can be fun!
Some are serious, some not and some just with humor.
'Poetry is like magic'- "Oh that's just a rumor!"

Sometimes like a fantasy, or a dream state illusion.
To decipher a code within words, to break up confusion.
Like a detective that finds clues, and puts pieces together,
as to the bride and the groom who stays married forever.

From seasons, to passion, from faith we write.
from heartbreak to storms and the ghost stories that fright.
As the pen  is to the paper, in language we know it.
As the rhyming or feeling soul of the poet.

Onward into the misty, dawn of morning day.
I walk through the enchanted trails that guide me
as I pray.
No more can plots against me stand.
I came to conquer, like a knight that battles
for his  kingdom's land.
No more can jealous envy of enemies prevail.
I say and thus declare...
"they fail!"
With my breeze swept hair, into the sunset glow.
I move onward with each step,
I further go.
No more from slander, can it hurt me from grudges.
Let them feel backfire onto them
that judges.  
With my armor scratched, yet I hold high
my sword;
I conquer through the castle wall's of time,
as I take my pen to write this word.
Goodbye enemies that whisper secrets
behind my back.
Your power fades as wisdom, knowledge
lacks.
For I got up, no more headaches and no
more pain.
I learned how to defend my honor, and turn
loss to gain.
I enter the palace through enchanting gates,
of purple gardens adorn.
Flowers bloom, yet not
with thorn.
I cast them out, i cut them off.
No more weakness,
I can be tough.
I have long ago grieved and now
bury that crown of yesterday.
I rise from the past that tried to destroy,
from the bullies and nay sayer....
I move onward each day!
One step at a time and
with my protection through day and night.
I soar like an eagle as....
'My words take flight.'

I used to wonder when I was
young,
why people bullied, acted strange,
and some so high strung.
I grew up to be thankful for
what I had.
Better than others,
better than most.
Some didn't have bread on the table,
or even  a place to toast.
I would say my prayers before I
went to bed.
"Thank you Lord Jesus, for food to eat,
and a roof over my head."
I grew up in a world with
'black and white.'
Taught not to hate and not
to fight.
Yet at times in this world,
I see;
a mother on the street, and her
homeless child staring back at me.
Some fathers are drunk and can't
pay the bills.
Some guy  on drugs, and the only thing he gets,
is a needle in his arm that he fills.
Some kids more quiet and
a little shy.
Some kids stand up to bullies, while
some run and cry.
It doesn't matter what your skin color
is or hair.
What your job is, or what clothes
you wear.
Some go to work each day with
so much pride.
As if they are better and their masks,
they hide.
That boy that challenges another to
jump and hurt themselves on a dare;
he doesn't think, maybe he
doesn't care.
The girl who teases another that
some say 'is no good',
Maybe she is struggling at home,
or people misunderstood.
Some people ******, ****,
and destroy;
not in the one who pretends to be,
yet is a decoy.
In Christ alone we need to put our
trust.
Can we learn to focus on what's real,
and forget our lust?
We need to mend.
We need to forgive.
Help others defend the weak,
perhaps to truly live.
When will people stop hurting others;
abusing drugs, lying, cheating, and other cruel stuff?
When will we realize, what we've become
in this human race? When is this enough?
We have to change.
This has to stop!
Before we fall , and our
nations drop.
A boy at school got hit from a car,
out on the street.
That driver never paid attention; and to him,
that boy he will never meet.
The pain some cause and names do hurt,
that some kids call.
It can affect that kid, the one that's thinking
of suicide down the hall.
The lies, the rumors and false judgement
can hurt, that some people spread.
Some are misguided and like to gossip.
Don't let it go to your head!
Some are in gangs and some are pimps,
as money doesn't last.
Some men take advantage of that young girl,
that they want in bed, and move way too fast.
For the ones who cough and lungs hurt
because of cigarette smoke:
it's better for your health to quit.
It's not a joke!
So you wonder why we're losing a battle
in this world, not won.
You won't be laughing, if that robber
pulls his gun.
Stop, look, and listen...
straight from the heart.
Maybe the one you ignore today will tomorrow
be the one who stumbles or falls apart.
So when the world or social media,
that suggest you do hurtful things, and such of;
can we stop the hurting, causing pain,
and learn to love?
Learn to love, and use
your voice.
Learn to love, you have
a choice.

I once again write this poem in time,
as the hands tick with the clock.
To take a stand and declare, that surely
"Redheads Rock!"

Blondes may have some fun, and
brunettes can put up fight.
Now we come more bold and brave,
as our flags wave "Gingers Unite!"

Don't think we will be bullied.
We will defend our honor as our duty.
Too all the coppers, golden, orange,reds...
and to I - the "Auburn Beauty!"