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You might think that by now I’d have
The fruits of my maturity—
Good judgement and some dignity
The wisdom of my years—
And doing really stupid things
Would now have no appeal to me
My lessons learned,
My hard earned wisdom paid for with my tears.

But you’d be wrong.
I wrote my play in portions
and posted them in draft..
I’m only 62
a little over half…

The best part of life is living
Each moment fades into now
I will write forever after
I will return upon the clouds

I went searching for a meaning
Then my Poet took the stage
Now I’m staring in my encore
The best part of my play!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
That high Doppler howl
wavers in ether to ear
calling out lonely blue
reverberating echos
longing for her at home

-cec
A poem is just memories with you.
Lines on a page of special times we knew.

A moment,
a look,
a feeling,
something near to disbelieving.

Magic I only feel with you.
You are the poem,
I am the poet,
and these words are the love we share.

A record of time in rhythm and rhyme,
to show how much we care.
https://youtu.be/-NcTHGbTDFM?feature=shared
this can be seen as a collection of 3 poems on my you tube channel.
check it out if you can
thanks.
In a world where colours blend and break,
A boy with a kaleidoscope mind does wake.
He holds the lens of endless change,
Where truths shift softly, never strange.

Through fractured glass, the universe bends,
Stars turn to whispers, roads twist and end.
He watches the dance of thought and light,
A spectrum of dreams that paint the night.

Each turn reveals a thousand skies,
A thousand truths, a thousand lies.
He learns to trust what he cannot see,
The silent song of eternity.

In the patterns, his soul finds peace,
For in the chaos, there’s release.
The boy with eyes that dare to roam,
Finds in the unknown, his truest home.

And as he walks through worlds untold,
His heart beats with the colours bold,
For in the kaleidoscope’s embrace,
He knows he’s never out of place.
Early rise
On a dark dark day
Stars in the skies
But a sky so black and grey

A freezing morn
As breaks the dawn
As a new day is born
Ice on the lawn

Snow on its way
So they say
Tomorrow and today
And there it will lay

It’s so cold out there
Good to stay inside
You can smell the air
So go snug up and hide
It's easy to love a flower, but it takes a lot to love a leaf. It's ordinary to love the beautiful, but it's beautiful to love the ordinary.
Songbird...

Songbird so free in the Sycamore tree

love is the heart of your song

sweetly touching the willowy winds

walking the fields where freedom belongs

can I touch your wing where blossom is blessed

always forever and free

yearning for laughter, blades of the Sun

touching the grace that burns inside me...

And I know where you go when the darkness is come

I see all the things that you see

and alone there we sit and dream of a love

songbird so free in the Sycamore tree...

Can I take you and hold you and make you all mine

for love is all we can be

and we'll shelter in daydreams that drift on the tides

songbird so free in the Sycamore tree...
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