Fresh cream and sugar on a piece of cake
why wait, why wait?

It crumbles after a day or so
this, we know
so should I take it in my mouth to savor
or let my mind and feelings waver?

The summer sun - warm and unafraid
she will be gone, soon as night takes over day
I cannot greet the silvery light
we must bask, indulgently, while it is bright.

However,
this bottle upon my shelf
grows in flavor and in wealth
with each day that passes
so it does not touch any crystal glasses.

Green sanctuary, sweet perfume
honeysuckle bloom
and fruit springs from the vine
should I just give it time?

Is 6 years or 64 far too late
why wait, why wait?

What is action, what is fate?

Why wait?

Why wait?

I’ve got 1200 poems, all shapes and sizes
Some in verse, others in reprises
I mostly rhyme, 99 percent of the time
I beat up the world and then I whine
A poet’s lament, I ***** about this and that
I post some online, try to start a chat
Sometimes I write them just for fun
Proud of myself when I finish another one
I’m all in, heart, soul and mind
Writing down every word I can find
I try not to go too far, I don’t know when to stop
I just keep going until my pen says drop

It’s not a remarkable rarity,
Not a ruby reflecting the rays
Of the sun, indeed, serendipity
Is like salt in the Monterey Bay.

It’s the dollar you find in your pocket,
It’s the hummingbird visiting home—
The song you would keep in a locket
If you could, for it plays like a poem.

You needn’t be lucky to find it,
It is not a matter of chance.
Open your eyes, be unblinded
And you’ll see it in every glance.

The moon, the stars, the heavens on high
Are not hidden—simply look up to the sky.

What kind of man does what men do
Cheat and steal, then lie to me and you
What kind of man starts a war with his pen
Knowing it will cause the death of many men

What kind of man can change the world we’re in
What kind of man can change other men
Where is the man that can lead us to love
Where are the men guided from above

What man has done for his fellow man
That only true men will do what they can
What kind of man stands tall against men
What kind of man can save us from sin

I’m in a cynical mood
Time to write something rude
I don’t care what you think
It doesn’t matter, I won’t blink
For all of you who think you know it
Maybe it’s time for the cynical poet

Birthdays and gravity, the cause of it all
The older I get the more often I fall
Too old to have nice long hair
Too heavy in the middle to fly through the air

Birthdays and gravity, you are slowing me down
Old and heavy, I’m stuck to the ground
Too many candles and too much cake
Birthdays and gravity, that’s all it takes

10,000 miles I can hear you calling
10,000 times I am still falling
Next to you that’s where I belong
Next to you that’s where I feel strong

10,000 days every day is still the same
10,000 nights every night you call my name
In your arms there is nowhere else to be
In your arms I am you and you are me

10,000 beats our hearts work together
10,000 steps we will walk in to forever
In your heart I know light shines for me
In your heart I know that’s where I need to be

10,000 kisses each like I’ve never felt
10,000 arms around me I think I’m going to melt
In your eyes I can see the light
In your eyes I know this is right

10,000 miles we have traveled up and down
10,000 times we’ll be coming back around
In your dreams just keep on loving me
In your dreams that’s where I will be