It’s an eerie weary night
and the stars are shining bright!
The air is cool as a rule, quite right it’s a winter night! And as I wander through the stones on the ground with a crunching sound there’s an eerie feeling all around! It’s so quiet, and everything is still all asleep as they be, as they will! Time to imagine what’s out there, yes I think and yes I care! Interesting of what and whom in this world we share! Yes I do wonder, What is out there? Out yonder! On an eerie night!

Art
Comes from the heart
That’s the beauty of art it
Comes in forms and features
From anything even creatures
Comes is writing
Helps with the lighting
Comes in pictures
Some famous some are riches
Comes in pics
Quite a mix
Comes in painting
Gets a rating
Comes in form
There’s no norm
Comes in places
Comes in faces
Comes in time
Comes in a glass of wine
Art
Is from the heart!

Someone told me once
that I should write for me
in my poetry

But I really want
to write for others to make them happy
in my poetry

So here in this poem
you will surely see
in my poetry

Laugh out loud
laugh a lot
at my poetry!