The sound of the white birds
Soaring by
Calling to me
With each
SCREEECH
Come fly with us
Do you see us
Hoarding
Or overcome with
Heavy burdens
Are tears flowing
From pain
Or hearts beating
With sorrow
Dive into the
Fresh water
And cool your
Burning heart
Cleanse yourself
And drink
Of Life
Come follow
And let your
Heart take flight

Build a bear
Build a poem
Stuff with cotton
Suff with words
Put a stitch
Here and there
Place your words
Everywhere
Give it thought
Give it love
Give it blessings
From above

Day draws  to a close
Darkness has appeared
The moon brightly shines
Leaving dancing shadows
On my blanket
Stars above twinkle
Hoping to join in the show
But there are too.many
Out there to join in the fun
There's a calmness in the air
Stilling the hearts all around
Time to settle in and breathe
In the magic of nighttime
Close your eyes and dream
Of a  new tomorrow
Let your worries diminish
Let lovely thoughts abound
Good night sleepy head
Good night

So bleak the weather
Outside
Reminds me how I
Feel  within
Perhaps a good
Poem
Will bring out
The sun
So I'll head for
Hello Poetry
And read some
Amazing poems
And let the
Sun.flow through

Penning words perhaps
Never meant to
Be written
Disappear when a phone call
Erases my thoughts
Perhaps they weren't meant
To be there
In the first place
But let me hang up
So I can try again
Oh words don't put
me on hold

wrote my nightmares
In fresh falling snow
Hoping they would disappear
Drip by drip
Like icicles from the tree
Crackling goodbye

I like the
MAGIC
  ....Of
............WORDS
The sound of them
The feel of them
The flow of them
The sound of them
Forming on your tongue
Into the unsuspecting world
The feel of them
Expressing joy or sorrow
Success or failure
I like the flow of them
Bouncing around
Ready to dance
And land
If words are abused
The magic
Will.
d
   .I
        .s
        ......a
        ...........p
                  .....p
                           e
                               a
                                    r

Forgetting everything
Some things that
Should be forgotten
Other things that
Should not be forgotten
I won't remember today
I won't remember tomorrow
But just let me
Remember now

Words travel
In time
In books
In speech
In thought
Wordstouch
In soul
In heart
In mind
Words print
In books
In mind
In soul.
Words gift
In heart
In sharing
In truth
Words are meant
To be shared
To be eaten
To be digested
To be tenderly
Cared for
Words are written.said
Prayed and sung
Words are a treasure
To be
Buried in the heart
Or shared with others
Words aren't  just words
Words are the
Hidden unicorns
Of our being

Oh these covid dreams
Awaking me from my sleep
Oh what a nightmare

A cold morn
A Lifeless morn
No geese around
Or Squirrels
No noise
Not even the
Wind
Or a tinkling
Chime
Almost too quiet
Guess i'll.turn.some
Music on

It's so cold out there
Need a fire to
Warm me up
A hot cup
Of chocolate
Would do
So. would a cozy sweater
As these thoughts
Ramble through
My head
I..see a man
On a cold bench
Without a coat
Holes in his pants
With shoes to match
An empty bottle
Near by
I no longer
Feel.cold.
Or need to feel
Warm
What I need is
A cover
To spread
Some warmth.

Things just got bad
Sadness centered around
Flowers drooping
Tears flowing
No sun in sight
I need a voice
I need a poem

Insomnia has awakened me
From the depths of sleep
Trying to sink deep
Within my covers
Stirring me awake
Grasping in the dark
For my glasses
Knocking down.a pile
Of books
Trying to make sense
From darkened sky
And room
What thought was it
This time to invade
My precious sleep
Might as well grab
Paper and pen
A book or two
And welcome this
Covid Routine

Coming from a
Morning walk
I saw you.
I don't even
Know you
But you looked
In your empty
Mailbox
Shook.your head
And shrugged
Your shoulders
Were you. Looking
For a special letter
One that lovers
Only send
Were you hoping
To hear from
A family member
Or were you
Just hoping even
To see advertisements
To remind you
You weren't alone

Feel the magic
Of white birds
Flying overhead
Looking like the
Dove of peace
And.leaving their calm
Transfixed by their
Soft movement
Gentle as a breeze
What a wondrous sight
To see
So much to
Take in
Grasp this fragile
Moment
Before it takes
Flight

I grabbed my pen
Ready for something
To come out
The ink is dry
So are my words
The paper *** tossed
Clumsily upon the others
Perhaps I should wait
For ink to flow
And paper to mark

Put your boots on
Your coat on
Your.head on straight
But put God on
Protect yourself from
The elements around
Take your boots off
Your coat off
Keep your head
On straight
Let God veil you
With His.Love

Keep me from saying
What I feel
Let me keep it
Buried inside
Crashing into
Skeletons of long ago
Take my pen
Let me bury
my thoughts
So I can
Keep my dignity

Are you listening
To what I am saying
Your ears may
Not be closed
But your heart is

What will the children
Do for Halloween
This year
They already have
Their mask

I know that feeling
My thoughts are swirling like leaves
Oh where is my pen

Perhaps a false start
Without putting your mask on
Can you really win

Words stirring around
As I lay tossing all night
Time for a new day

I should be cleaning
And so I will be cleaning
When I see who wins

You said you loved me
Foolishly I believed
I opened my heart
You slammed the door
Leaving no footprints
Behind

Gently  close your eyes
Another day is finished
Let.your heart be still
I am still with you
My soul will whisper to you
Wrap you with my love

Morning is dawning
You can hear.the birds
Waking each other up
From one tree
To the next
Until all.trees are full of
Morning song
Dogs are barking
One by one
For morning
Wake up call
Cats try sneaking in
After being out
All night
Coffee is perking
Tea kettles whistling
The smell of bacon
In the air
Stretching and yawning
Slippers are swishing
Time to get up
And go
Anew day Has begun

Time to stop thinking
And just put all thoughts to rest
Tomorrow is near

Wind whipping through my
Water bottle
Not whistling Dixie
But a pleasant sound
It was
Making me think
How wonderful Life
Really is
Even the simplest of
Things
Make sense in the
Whole scheme of
Things
To recognize and
Give thanks
Even better

Rain came unannounced
Got caught in a downpour
Hair dripping wet
Clothes soaking
Shoes squishing
Oh for a warm fire
To dry wet hair
Heat my clothes
Comfort my toes
In my shoes
A hot tea with cream
Would be nice
To follow

So i.made
A few mistakes
Spilling milk
On the floor
Bumping into you
Getting the wrong
Kind of bread
Singing a song
Laughing too loud
Running late
Missing your call
Forgetting our
Afternoon tea
The list goes on
But we were
Best girlfriends
In high school
And college didn't
Change that
Guilt me again
But when next
I see you
Guilt me some more
And I'll still
Be back for more.

Let me just help you
Complete all the work you do
So you can just rest

What are you
Thinking about
As you aimlessly stir
Your coffee around
It's getting cold
You haven't taken
A sip
Pouring cream
Hoping for a
Reflection of
Your thoughts
After wincing
And a heavy sigh
You add sugar
To sweeten the
Bitterness
Of today

You seem to know when
I need a call or a note
What a friend you are

My bank filled
With.words
From yesterday
Today a bitter
Song
Where tears were
Shed
And laughter heard
With no one
Else around
Pain cut deep
Inside my
Heart
It broke in
More then
Two
I guess the
Only good
Thing
How I can
Sing the
Blues

Oh to be a goose
Honking in the air
Making lots of noise
Flying in the air
Spreading my wings
Waiting for a
Perfect place to land
Finding food to eat
And a place to chase
My friends
Swimming in  a pond
A lake crystal clear
Or murky water
No matter
In the business of
Just being
I don't have to be
A goose
Honking in the
Air
Making lots of noise
Spreading my wings
Looking for a perfect
Place to land
Hunting for food
Chasing my friends
I can do this.
By myself
To be grounded
And then take
Flight

We knew he had
Just left the cafeteria
Leaving the students
To finish
their breakfast
You didn't  see him
Only the scent
Left behind
Some recognized the
Scent from their
Husband's
Others  from the
Department stores
It became a guessing
Game
One volunteered to
Follow their nose
To find him
Sometimes if we
Got there
Early  enough he
Would tell us
What he wore
We had one
Sniffing him
Down the hall
Those days are
Gone he
Went to another
School
A New guy came
And with him
A new smell
But this was
Talc from
Baby's  fresh skin
Now he is
Gone
But the.memory
Of cologne
Lingers behind

Grey clouds sadden me
Bringinging up old memories
I thought disappeared

Sticks and stones
Will break my
Bones but names will
Never hurt me
But they will
And they do
How often have we hidden
Behind those words
And if words don't
Hurt
Why can't they
Be nice words
Loving words
I'll build you up
Not knock you down
Words
Let's take those
Sticks and stones
And build a chapel
Rather than a
Crypt

The drone of the
Mower
Drives me
The noisy repetition
Stings me
Can't stand another
Circle go round
Of cutting of
The grass
How I long
For peace
From the blaring
Noise
But in all
The clamor
I must realize
That someone who
Is deaf
Would welcome
All that noise

I close my eyes
And all I see
Are scrambled words
In front of me
I blink my eyes
And hope I see
A black board
In front of me
A piece of chalk
Is all it takes
To break the spell
Of big mistakes
A writing hand
Will break the curse
Cuz now.im ready
For the next verse

My Mom's night mantra
Sweet dreams see you
In the morning
Good night Mom
See you in the morning
How could you ever
Be afraid
After being tucked in
Kissed and told how much
You were loved

I think of
You and you and you
Memories.we all
Shared
From days gone by
You a friend from high school
While you a friend
From work
You who betrayed me
You who made
Promises you
Never kept
You who I laughed
With
And cried with
But now you
Are gone
And you
Are gone
And you
Are gone
Silver and gold
Though our friendships
Have rusted with time
Our memories live
On.
Forever

Imprisoned with my thoughts
Words aching to be
Set free
Armed with authors
And Poets past
Story tellers and preachers
Words not stolen
But kept within
Break ins of the souls
Of poetry
Releasing their hearts
Sentenced for Life
To live with words

Toiling over spinning
A fragile web
Second to second
Lacey thread
By
Thread
Secretly
Hungrily
Waiting its  victim
Who will be next
Will it be
You

A Mary.Poppin's
Of sorts
Just keep pulling
Out
And pulling
Out
Until you find
The right fix
A Hudini
Of sorts
Just keep pulling
Out
And pulling
Out
Until you find
What you are
Looking for
And you
A poet of sorts
Just keep pulling
Out
And pulling
Out
Till you find
Your words
Is there magic
In our pull
Or did we have
It all along

The world is full
Of love
We can scoop
It up
Gather the goodness
It creates
Turn rusty moments
Into diamonds
Tears into.
Joy
Or we can dig
A hole and
Bury our Gift
Never to return

Slowly I rocked
Without making a sound
   . ..Back and Forth
   .............Back and Forth
Thinking of
  ..TODAY
Thinking of
      TOMORROW
The rhythm has
Stopped
So have my
Thoughts

It's a poet's dream  
A banquet of hidden words
Now fresh on display