Will I wake up tomorrow
and see the sky still painted Blue?
And will I find
No one has made off with
my diamond shoes?

O' Muses of poetry left us with a smile
and so many questions

What inspires one to become a poet?
Love? Happiness? Depression?

Some poets write poems continuously
Morning, noon, and night

From where comes this burning love?
From where this obsession?

And we write of muses and poetry
Until we can write no more

America, land of milk and  honey or so they say
Except an organization named Feeding America says
America has millions of children going hungry
And sometimes their only meal comes from school
And  though sadly true, it's a huge crying shame
When some grocery conglimerates are discarding
perfectly good nourishment in their dumpsters
Yet, we look the other way and then wonder
Why so much hunger in a land of plenty?

Come friends hurry let's be adventurous,
Let's make this a wonderful day
You and I, Let's travel to Once upon a Time,
Down the bottomless hole of rhyme
We'll smile and wave to Little Miss Alice,
Hatter and Cheshire cat,
While convincing the ticking clock
When we turn up the music and rock
Time isn't all that important

Unforgettable words,
"Judge not, that ye be not judged"
Spoken by one who bled

Incredible words of blinding truth
These words I carry in my heart
Until I'm dead

I'm thankful for gravity
and all that is
I'm thankful for flowers and trees,
Birds and bees, you and me
I'm thankful for poets
writing beautiful poetry,
I'm thankful for their pen
and their golden ink
I'm thankful for the soil,
and so much more
I'm thankful for gravity,
and all that is

Two fireflies in love,
Like color on a rainbow
Shine brightly and glow