Why won't you let my poetry be publish.
I would like to know.
I would like to share it on Facebook and twitter.
just for those to enjoy and comment.
I write to please those that read.
Pages after page for the joy.
Why won't you let them be publish on here??

Where did the truth go?
Has it turn into a lie?
Where has it gone?
You hear the words which sound as truth.
But in the end it's all a lie.
the truth is passed from one to another.
by the time it gets back to my you
It's A lie and no truth.
Where did the truth go?
Only those that know will not lie
At least not the first time

What will 2017 bring?
will it bring joy to all ?
will it bring one of war?
What will 2017 bring.
Who Knows? It hasn't got here yet!

Each morning when i wake up.
I see my lil girl (my dog) as she awaken.
She hurries to get her coat on.
for she knows it is ride time.
She dances and dances til I put my shoes on.
Then she run to the kitchen where she dances til I put my coat on.
She jumps and dances on her back paws. a funny site to see.
The morning dance.
She jumps in my arms waiting to go out the door.
A good morning to her friend coco. then into the car she goes.
Up on the pillow she jumps waiting for her ride.

God opens his hands to let them in.
As they come he puts angel wings.
filling the heavens with love ones.
The other sing a welcome song.
God opens his hands to fill heaven with love and joy.
To hear the sweet music they make as they come
A set of wings they do get as they enter he gates
God opens his hands to hear the angel sing.

The mice roam the house at night.
seeking food to eat.
with no cat the fun is easy for them.
First one room then the next.
where o where is the cheese.
To the next it could be fun
withe the mice on the run.
across the table on to the floor.they go.
into the next room they go.
A peanut from a party what a treat.
then to the kitchen they hurry.
cheese they are hunting down.
There it is in the corner
a nice yellow piece of cheese.
Snap,
The mice like to come out at night.

the water flows in the little river.
not very fast so you can see the rocks on the bottom.
as you walk this river you see change that is a fear.
the river changes to red what a deed/
for the red is blood of a solider that died............
a blood red for freedom given
many have come and many have gone.
but the blood flows in this red river.of war blood.