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 Sep 2018 Krizhe Ming
JL Smith
At times, I long for
Drops of rain instead of sun
Gardens full of green
Rather than concrete paths to run

Sometimes summer's absence
Of winter's frosted flakes
Leaves me desiring blankets of snow
In place of sweltering rays seeking shaded breaks

After witnessing so many dusks
Of painted, sunset skies
For once, I lust after the dawn
Wondering how morning colors reflect my eyes

But mostly, I covet the luminosity of stars
Among the night throughout my day
Yet, when darkness arrives, I miss you most
Yearning for warmth while you're away

© JL Smith
 Sep 2018 Krizhe Ming
JL Smith
You're gentle to others,
So be kind to yourself
Your spirit uplifts,
So eradicate self-doubt
Your humor arouses joy,
Laugh rather than pout
But above all,
Keep smiling, Precious Soul

Signed sincerely,
Myself

© JL Smith
 Sep 2018 Krizhe Ming
JL Smith
When the love you seek
Cannot be found
And the Heavens above
Draw your knees to the ground

You will find what you sought
Within your own arms
Place your hand over your heart--
This gift is His art

An abundance of love lies within
To witness its marvel, you first must give
In time, you'll discover it's enough
And that's when a heart seeking yours shows up

© JL Smith
At long last my ship docked at his harbour,
With him I felt at home.
I love to watch the honeybees
With there gentle tiny wings
It is lovely to see birds in trees
And to listen to the way they sing.

I love to watch the ducks in water
Paddling along with there young in line
They walk on roads and never falter
Oblivious to this thing called time.

I love to hear the seagulls sguarking
When walking along a sandy beach
Making such noise when we are talking
But they don't care they are out of reach.

I love to see the red red robin
A single bird that never fly's with a swarm
I love to watch them hop hop hopping
At winter time whilst I'm in the warm.

I love to watch  the butterflies
In colour with there distinctive features
And see them when they multiply
Along with those beautiful heavenly creatures.
Another morning in my garden with birds of every kind
A simple poem .although not so much the honeybees and butterflies
I just thought they were applicable to this poem.
 Sep 2018 Krizhe Ming
Kimberly
It was a cold night
but her hand was warm in his
they looked up just in time to see
the first of the hundreds of stars
fall from the sky
the soundless silver streaks did not look real
the wind whooshing through their coats felt like a dream
this moment could be something out of a book
something made up
nothing this good is ever true
but when his hand tightened on hers
she felt so alive she started believing
that good things were real too.
 Sep 2018 Krizhe Ming
Dessy
I wish to paint the morning sky
With strokes of whites and blues
With splashes of warm oranges
And radiant yellows
That each drop of color will
Warm any field
Break through any wall
And shine on every gray corner

I wish to paint the morning sky
With love and warmth and hope
I wish to paint the morning sky
That I may at least one person's day
2018. I literally want to take my paint brushes and use the sky as my canvass.
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