What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In your dream You went to Heaven And there you plucked a strange and beautiful flower And what if When you awoke You had that flower in your hand What then?
To my dearest friend, Who broke my shells with patience, For the warmth, trust and loving care, And the spring of joy That's gushing from my heart, I have no words to express My gratitude.
27-02-2015; 1987 From "Attempts In Poetry Writing".
The verse may be gentle and Kind But you find its Terse, when you read between the lines The moonlight so Full Falls on an Embrace But some have the Idea that its a Race The Kiss so tender lips soft Lingering... But they stab you in the back if the think they can win Words so sweet, and its known in the End its Only a Poem Its only a Poem.....JMF 2/26/2015
walk in to the room a circle of souls transcribed to be seated beneath the tapestry beat beat, strum strum where are you from here is where I am from beat beat,strum strum carry on as always business as usual always downtown for a pint sip sip, ** hum let's get out of this town let's do something with our lives shall we?
I retreat to beneath the mountain here is a home Only in the hands of infinite creation does man find comfort
When we were nine, you left your mother's home and told the world you were going travelling. I still wait— Hoping that maybe one day you will return with your sanity.
I have been waiting twelve years for you—and nineteen years from now, I will be nineteen—because today is the day I start living, sanely.
If home is where the heart is, build me a home in your arms. Make the walls out of your smile and the roof will be your eyes. The sound of the doorbell is the sound of you saying "I miss you darling." The furniture is as comfortable as your hugs. The only downfall is that this home is currently twenty seven miles away.