She caught the sun
for she’d already consumed
the night;

And she’d become the night,
so to eat the sun.

And when I, but a moon,
ventured lonely, she’d spend
the stars upon me.

I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest –

Breathing innocence,
Abandoned and prior pathos.

I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest –

Found, was her nest, but
Lost, was the feather who’d brought her.

I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest –

An ear nigh my heart,
And a heart I’d thought dead.

I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest –

And so, let the world be round,
And so let the world be perfect.

I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest.

She tapped my
Shoulder,
I caught carpels.

The “heavy” caught
My breath,
I feared death.

But I’d sip like the
Wind,
I’d open my sails.

And She’d later smile,
A daughter,
And I’d live;

Eternal.

I've  always  been  a  ladies  man.
I  think  they  are  truly  great.
But  they  always  seem  to  die  on  me.
That  seems  to  be  my  fate.

Their  courage  and  bravery  is  unsurpassed.
Much  stamina  they  have  got.
They  seem . to  accept  things  more  than  men.
And  put  up  with  their  lot.

What  they  lack  in  muscle  power.
His  made  up  with  mental  strength.
To  fight  the  pain  of  childbirth.
They  will  go  to  any  length.

So  don't  knock  them  fellows.
They  will  always  be  there  for  you.
And  if  you  treat  them  properly.
They'll  remain  loving  kind  and  true.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

My  next  door  neighbor
as  just  died.
I  knew  he  was  dying.
But  it  still  came  as  a  big  shock.
I  was  just  thinking.
Life  is  so  fragile.
You  can  be  snuffed  out
at  any  given  moment.
R.I.P.  Norman.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016

361
362
363
364.
I spend my days like a clock.
Ticking towards the stop.
The end
The final count down
To a year.
Missing you has been my strength
Remembering you has been my motivation
Loving you has been my life.
You were
Misunderstood
Misinterpreted
Misjudged
Misguided
Misplaced
But you weren't my mrs.
I cant tell you dear how dear you are to me
Or
How amazing you made this amazing life.
Or
How wonderfully wonderful you are.
But I love to say that I love you with all my loving heart.
And thats why miss
You and I never deserve to be apart.

Two of a kind yet worlds apart.
We are one yet born apart.
They say poetry is meaning and philosophy is understanding.
Is understanding not the meaning of life ?.
We write poetry with emotion.
We write philosophy with logic.
We are but logically emotional beings.
We are but philosophical poets creating a world of basic understanding of the meaning and questioning of what is life ? , why do we love ?, and what is my purpose ?.