Just enjoy it all
No fuss no muss
No awards though they are nice
Concentrate on what makes your heart happy
Singing in the car
Laughing at a memory
Savoring the greatest dessert of
all
Love
Easy and the pleasure is that enjoying it strengthens you more than you will ever know
Easy
Facil mis amigos

C@rainowchaser2021

nebulous galaxies
                          spiraling forth
stars collecting
                          in clusters              lost
configuring
               constellations           in
                                  
                             ­         space
and
                time-
                                  travelling
   through
                        light-years
duly                        ­                     revolving,
              aligning
     with                       the Sun  
                    and                           the Moon
suspended
                      in the interstellar

red was the blood, like blossoms in July
orange tinted lips, the ones that told me good bye
yellow was the stairwell, the last place you went
green was your text, the last text you sent
blue were your tears, shimmering like gold
purple was your face as your body lay cold
white were the lilies, for which you were named
white were the lilies, the ones I lay on your grave.

Some poems seem to write
themselves;
I just move the pen.
Others, are like lumps
of clay;
they refuse to be molded;
they need moisture and time.
This one is like
a robin that just learned
to use its wings.
It heads west, on a
gentle breeze, into
a tangerine sky.

the pastel sun pulls
clouds into cotton candy
i think this is love

the roads get wider
these mixed signals and blurred lines
love looks for green lights

the skies burn orange
monarch butterflies fly free
this has to be love

this is it, maybe—
just the closest to lovers
that we’ll ever be

The moon smiles on your face
to make the night wonderful
The ocean flows in your eyes
to make the waves beautiful
and I melt in your arms
where I find peace.

The clouds feel jealous
of your smooth hair
The gentle breeze blows
your smell in the air
and you melt my heart
with your sweet voice.

Maybe nature is pleased
with your simplicity
and the spring is painted
with your beauty.
I find kindness in your words
and hope you'll shine me always.

I think I've worked it out
what life is all about

and money wasn't it
or being super fit

meanwhile to my surprise
love didn't take the prize

but after thinking for so long
and smoking/drinking things too strong

I felt a sudden wow
that life is about now

It amazes me
That some people do not think in words.
They have no inner monologue
No narrator of their mistakes.
No nagger, no inner critic.
No, their minds are quiet—
Free from the yelling within.
silent