Is it time
To write a rhyme
Or should I write blank verse?
The meaning of the cosmos beckons me
So maybe my verse should just run free.

What matters is what I have to say,
Before I send you on your way.
We need a world of Peace and Love,
And shouldn’t need guidance from above.

Mother Nature asks for a rhyme
To help preserve her, for all time.
Doing otherwise is just a crime
For which we deserve much more than a fine.

If you don’t believe in God,
Then believe in Good.
And spare the rod,
There’s better use for wood.

Thanks for reading this, my friend,
We have now reached the very end.

Paul Butters

© PB 18\9\2015.

I'll never forget the time I met you
I wasn't sure about what I have felt
Feelings started to rise without a clue
And these was the time I began to melt

With the pass of time you became my friend
We hang out twice having a good affair
We both had same feelings making us bend
Although it was years ago I still care

Right now we are two completely strangers
Trying to pretend that nothing happened
My heart still wanting you, it's in danger
I moved on but leaving a chance opened

I will always love you even to fend
I will always love you until the end

Twisted sheets, mind on stutter
Unable to sort through this midnight clutter
Put it away for tomorrow
But what to do with my gnawing sorrow?
I circle soft blue on color book pages
Hoping the repetition eventually assuages
The raw edged reality of lonely dark hours
Filling the void with Crayola flowers

Enjoy the beautiful moments of your life
Leave all your regrets
And face reality with a smile
You're not alone
There are people to lean on
They'll be the cure for your heart
*You need to survive