A blue sky, as a backdrop,
From up high, Hanging down,
Behind, the leafless trees,
The rays of the sun,
Provide, heat, and light,
To warm my skin, for my eyes to see,
The third day, in this month of March,
As I glance at the calendar, next to me,
Still the season of winter,
The buds slowly, start rising, on tree branches,
Waiting to be next seasons, leaves,
Looking out my window, to the west,
Across the old, Junction City, Glenridge,
Coal mine pond, The beauty of nature,
As for as my eyes, can see.

                                           The Original ; Tom Maxwell© 3/3/2021 AD

Our body is controlled, by the thoughts, in our mind,
Negative thoughts, about one’s self,
Bring negative responses, by our body, over time,
Being lazy, convincing, ourselves we can’t
Before we make an effort, to try.
Then we think, what if, often, wandering why,
Peace, happiness, love, no purchase, can buy,
some decisions, we made, bring tears to our eyes,
We age, our positives, by others, pushed aside,
Life of decisions, excuses, final event in life, we die.

                                                                  The Original : Tom Maxwell © 8/29/21 AD

This life, part of many different situations,
To build our soul, to move on, after, this journey,
To our next role.
There are young, old, good, and bad influences,
Around us everywhere, our choice moving forward,
Giving life, ourselves A dare, or just hanging out,
Always wondering, what if, standing in A stare.
Some souls are very old, past prophets, old friends of, Jesus,
In this life to guide, lead, may be A total stranger, on A street,
That said A few words, you now follow,
Repeating them often, to everyone, you know and meet.
Everyone has energy, we can feel,
learn, teach with each other, pass the good on,
As knowledge, or A healing process, to someone, in need.
Everything, takes, time patience, in this world of greed.


The Original: Tom Maxwell © 8/20/2021 AD 11:00am

The feeling, when someone we love, drifts away
Like A balloon, Loose floating to the sky,
To A destination, who knows where,
I’ll always have colorful memories,
As I travel alone, and stare.

The original: Tom Maxwell ©8/9/2021AD

As each of us walk,
Down the lonely streets, of life,
Carrying our dreams in our pockets,
Many people & side shows, we see,
Trying to compete in society,
Holding inside, dreams where we want to be.
Time never rests, day or night,
Caught up in life, years passing,
Will those dreams, ever come to sight.
Dreams in our life, do come true,
We may be older than we imagined,
A different person, by our side,
dreams or short, live every one,
That may have, A chance to be true,
You must, add time and effort, in this life,
To find true peace & happiness, inside of you.

                                                                                                                                   The original: Tom Maxwell ©
                                                                                                                                   08/04/2021AD 11:00pm

The light of the sun,
It’s after midnight,
Reflects, off of the, moon,
A white color, so bright in the sky,
So still, above the leafless trees,
A fresh coating of snow on the ground,
As far as I can see,
With my glasses on, or off,
There appears to be,
A smaller nickel, dime size, moon,
Hovering, out side my window, in front, of me


                                              
The original Tom Maxwell© 2021AD