Is there anything more wonderful
Then being part of the poet’s corner?
Lucky am I to be a poetry lover!
A romance novelist used poetry to ponder
A story that changes and transforms
One’s heart.  Is there anything more wonderful?
Joining a poetry site, I blundered
My way to writing a poem, oh what torture!
But lucky am I to be a poetry lover.
Many offered their support, allowing me to discover
My path and slowly my writing became stronger.
Is there anything more wonderful?
So many inspired awe and wonder,
Giving me strength to claim my own corner,
Justifying my becoming a poetry lover.
To those who offered encouragement so tender
I offer my thanks and give honor.
Is there anything more wonderful
Than becoming a poetry lover?*

Kelly Rose
December 29, 2015

My 8 track tape is now a museum piece, **** carpet is a health hazard now. No one knows what disco is, and bell bottoms are back in style. Life revolves in a circle. Some things that were old are new. Once I could read the album print, not I need glasses to see the news. I have slowed down as of late, a trampoline is an enemy of the state. If I am not 30 minutes early, then I consider myself to be late. Everyone is driving too fast, and music is now too loud. I'm not sure what blue tooth is, I think I will ask my doctor the next time my yearly check up comes around. I hear about mp3 but I am not sure what movie rating that is. Jokes I still think are funny, just annoy and embarrass  my grand kids. Loafers are fashionable and I don't have to bend over and tie my shoes. Elastic in my pants is welcome when ever I want to breathe. I seldom have time to watch t.v. since I spend all day watching what I  eat. I have come to a fore drawn conclusion that I must admit, I am old I think.

no one knows how frustrating it is,

being sad for no reason at all.

Some steps are hard to take
Some people you just can't let go

That first step
When you hold your breath
And tread onto the ice

You pray in your mind
With your hands tightly clenched
That it won't break

That you won't break
Like you have before
So many times

You know it can hold you
But you don't know
If it can bear your scars

You carry them proudly
But not for all to see
A secret burden

They lighten some things
And others they drag down
But will they crack the ice

You reach for the edge
Something to grasp
But just out of reach

Just like your nights
You reach for someone
But they are just out of reach

It's not so much the fact of being alone
Than feeling alone
No one wants that.

Yes, you love your solitude
You crave the dark
Yet you need a friend

You want hands
To reach for you
To catch you

Before your fall
Before the ice cracks
In the moment of opportunity

That is where you find yourself
In that moment
In the moment of opportunity

You are not afraid
You have felt pain before
It still lingers, yet

You are not timid
You have walked this road
Yet it wearies you

You are apprehensive
Of who you are
In the dark

You do not know
If this is your last night
Maybe you wont return to the light

The sun kisses your face
But does not shine in your eyes
Like the light in those around you

The moon, your dark Queen
You bask in her light
And serve her temporal being

A balance you seek
A scale you weigh
Of light and dark

Both a beautiful half
Of a bigger part
The light all the of days

So territorial, you are
Of all you hold dear
Of all that lies

Just out of reach
You wish to hold it
All in your arms

Keep all you love
Safe from harm
But it tears your wounds open

Your scars burn like fire
In gaze of unknown eyes
And you turn to the shadows

But my friend
My dearest friend
I know you

I have walked the halls
Of your sorrowed heart
I know the corridors

The doors you hide behind
And the pain behind your eyes
And still I love you

I would save you from yourself
Never, to destroy again
Battles you would not have to fight

I do not know
How long wars last
One day is enough

Half of your heart
Is cold and dark
But not barren

Half of you heart
Is warm and light
But still not beating

Your mind an expanse
You let me inside
So I would find

A place to hide
A place to know
A place to fight

Gentle songs
Ring from your lips
And bid the demons shrink

Strong words
Of forgotten days
Tremble on the brink

And cascade into victory
A crown of golden stars
To be placed upon your head

A ruler, all her own
A ruler, of her own
A ruler, never alone

These grey walls

That lost their souls

Are soon to be resurrected

By a new kind of art that’s been neglected.



Bring in the color,

Let’s have fun

Change the mural,

Make is shine!



Many might be against it,

Call it fake,

Or even junk,

But for me guys,

This is… art.