The exuberance of light,
Is expended by night,
The energy of day,
Dissipates clean away.

Then we are left with just the night,
When we're told nothing is right,
It's contrast to day, stark,
It's best weapon, the dark.

But out in the open.
Despite all your hopin',
Things aren't what they seem,
Feel the night air, calm and serene.

Close your eyes, hear the sounds,
There are no evil hounds,
High above, see the stars,
Look at Jupiter or Mars.

The night is no enemy, nor is it the villain,
It's a time to kick back, enjoy lots of chillin,
The night is portrayed as the theatre of screams,
It's a lie I maintain, night's not what it seems.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2016

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
A line oft quoted from Shakespeare’s play.
Love quotes work when out to woo,
But my quotes come from me to you.

Her eyes so soft, her hair so fine,
Her smile so warm, come rain or shine,
She is my soul, my essence of life,
She melts away my woes and strife.

Beauty lies with the beholder,
And I can’t recall the times I’ve told her,
We all have ways to show we care,
Tho’ some are private, we cannot share.

To be with you, to see your smile,
To wonder at your strength and guile,
To feel your love, to hear your laughter,
At last I’ve found my happy ever after.

To hopes and dreams of what tomorrow brings,
I hear your voice, my heart it sings,
My soul it smiles with hope anew,
As one thing I know, is I love you.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2012

To hope is to dream for all we can achieve,
To aid this path through life we weave.
Our time on earth is all to brief,
Our passing brings our loved ones grief.

But life is a journey we should always treasure,
Our passing memories should bring back pleasure.
To family, friends and loved ones all,
Those times we’ve shared too many to recall.

We live, we love, we laugh, we cry,
These moments grow as days go by.
Our memories gathered through the years,
So please don’t think of us through tears.

The gift of a child is a sight to see,
They fill our lives with so much glee.
We give them hope and aspiration,
Yet our passing fills them with desperation.

We do not choose our final date,
That rests purely in the hands of fate.
So we leave behind the ones we love,
As our calling comes, from high above.*

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013

I picked a flower in May just to watch her blossom all for myself
Beautiful and brilliant I sat her in a glass on a shelf
I added water so she wouldn't go dry
Magnificence such as hers I couldn't let die
I watched as she grew
Time flew and flew
Her petals orange and blue like a vanilla sky
As she prospered and danced I noticed a change
Something very strange that caught my eye
Her stems became vines intertwined simultaneously with my poetry and life
In place of green,
She overflowed out of the glass in white sheets of paper
And it was there she made her illustration so divine
A perfect drawing of a heart
That turned out to be mine

They crash, they splash, the waves they roar,
The oceans surge, majestic, raw,
Continuing on hour after hour,
The seas, a source of relentless power.

Across the waves I sit and stare,
In awe of Neptune’s aquatic lair,
The Cormorants fish, sly seagulls pounce,
As on the waves, the pleasure boats bounce.

The tide ebbs back, exposing sand,
Where soon walk lovers, hand in hand,
The smell of sea, the scent of salt,
As seabirds sing their wild exalt.

So murky brown, no clear blue sea,
A ***** river, mesmerising me,
Cathedrals, towers, the odd church spire,
The scrap yard dunes grow ever higher.

The city skyline, like concrete flowers,
The wonders of nature, sadly sours,
To escape their confine, the river flows,
When flooding banks, her power shows.

Along the shore, the waves still roll,
As along the prom, the ramblers stroll,
The sun beats down, the breeze blows slight,
Not a single cloud appears in sight.

The seas they hide their life below,
As mortals fear what monsters grow,
So few have seen what lies down there,
As we rely on breathing air.

She keeps so much unseen by all,
Her area vast, her creatures’ small,
The dangerous, yet mystical, magical sea,
Fearsome to many, but enchanting to me.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013

Society today looks down on youth,
Through sneering glasses and attitudes aloof,
The times have changed, old ways can’t last,
So to the children, the future is passed.

It’s true that respect itself is earned,
But let them benefit from lessons we’ve learned,
So the next generation, our experience can borrow,
For without today, there will be no tomorrow.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2012

Words are a gift we must beware how we use,
We can use them to love, or to hate and abuse,
To be uttered in hope, or to hurl them as curse,
We can place them together as a rhyme or a verse.

Words are a weapon we can use in discord,
As it’s claimed that the pen, is more mighty than sword,
Words can be empty, their meaning be hollow,
Or we can say them in strength, so that others may follow.

Words and their meanings, can so often confuse,
Or their meanings dramatic, with their use on the news,
Their meaning may change with the way we infer,
Do they mean we are hated?  Do they mean that we care?

To me there’s no doubt, that our words are a gift,
We must use them for good, to give others a lift,
If you use them to harm, or to give fear and dread,
Then I think that it’s far better left as unsaid.

We must use them to love, and for comfort in grief,
We must use them for those that are short on belief,
We must use them to settle any quarrel or rift,
And it’s why that I know that their use is a gift!*

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013