I wanted to write a poem
about you today
I lost all my words
so let your ears hear my heart
beat
a song of love
for someone
whom makes me smile
simple thoughts, I know
is how I see you treat others
that makes my heart glow
even my tears
have slowed

A home
is
warm, inviting
living beings
lives unfolding
Christmas carols
children's laughter

then

it becomes a house
empty
barren rooms
death now roams freely
dancing slowly to sad memories

then

a new family of smiles
children play
a new home
life recycled
memories built
on sand castles

then

it becomes a simple
house again, empty
whispers of the past
deaths song sings again
time moves on

I lived in a place
that was a house
never a home

Memories are killing me
tears are drowning me
your words of softness
flew away, yet
I hold dear these memories
soft flames burning my heart

Red, the vibrancy of the rose
hidden
the little garden smiles after the rain
filled full of compassion
she is my sanity
in a world
that has gone insane
she is the sunrise
when sunsets are only
flames

They sing their songs
for those who drop bombs
we know very well for who
are the guns
Zionists who **** for pleasure and fun

They hold no rose for humanity
in name only
they sing for **** and death
and a babies last breath
their roses dead, their guns ablaze

The flower of love
the flower against oppression
the flower of life
amongst the Olive trees
the Hannoun blooms, even where evil lurks

The table set
candles flirting as they flicker
lovers sit for the meal
soft music entwined with anticipation
the ****** to follow
whispers and promises
as clothes fall to the floor
the beautiful ones
in the arms of paradise

Wine is also for ugly ones
I know this very well
I have a box of it myself
and a candle
to hold my memories of better times
I can be fancy too with wine and cheese
well Kraft dinner if you must know
I drink my box of wine
drunk
I fall onto the floor
wishing someone was under me

The time will arrive soon
to pick a new pope
and here is where I am confused
I had no idea an American Baseball team
chooses the next pope
the St Louis Cardinals though
will have a tough job
I wasn't aware their stadium was called the Conclave
but there you have it
if they win the world series
and pick a new pope
they will have killed two birds with one stone
so to speak