Bloated bellies hide the unknown beginnings of a brand new life

Presented as a present, wrapped in swaddling clothes ,picture perfect

Babes easy to love always handled with a soft glove ,constantly guarded from all strife

Together talking & toddling ,tasting testing ,all adult actions  still focused to protect

Cuteness & cuddling carry great weight ,interior motives are the bond of life

Midterm becomes more tumultuous ,stepping aside as they become their own architect

Testing time  ,taking it all in ,safety aside ,scaring onlookers,now is a time to thrive

Good or Bad the bonds begin either side wanting to win ,not applying strongest intellect

Building bonds adding strengths ,forming feelings ,daily facing the world with a new drive

Looking on while they love life, like no other time before or after ,hoping their vision is correct

Their rising is becoming our falling ,energies played out possibly  not to revive . R.C.

Forgiveness from our past may become one of our prospects for peace

Comfort in the night ,an easy place to rest ,a simple wish for the best

Preponderance of pressures playing poker,seeking the pain to decrease

Following a flow into the stream to calmly row ,making life happen,to not regress

Moments of movement become gaps ,greater gasps from breaths,time on a lease

Dream of destiny ,daily strife not always fiddle & fife ,but not focusing on just defects

Presenting an outside remaining obscure inside, can't always see the forest for the trees

Up bringing sometimes equates into bringing down, all that planning is still what the moment reflects .

Eventually is now a place that can be seen in today's light,moving is easier when we have paid our fees

Retirement plan is merely  a scam if we can not learn our daily smile:) Pay the dues merely a muse ,guarantees on our final days are paid out like bad bets. R.C.

A beginning,the gasp faster than a breath,an opening moment,repetitious happening
  non monumental,blockage of space .moment within a moment .
   Neurological click not some shtick ,the present AS A  present ,to be rethought ,again & again often deep from within.                                                                                                                     The taste,the color,the smell, not just the sight spinning like an auto slideshow
the WA,WA & stinging, even the uneven ringing ,grounded ,a repeat of the past
with no gap ,a quick flux ,then a rush ,embodies a simple thought,
a smile or a fright ,very real,no illusion ,to explain seems a delusion
but reality frozen in a moment ,stuck on a memory ,then it is past
revolving again ,no pain,back on the level plane,then a bump,the glitch
that spins it all ,so fast it is frozen yet again. Rick

Bruises and excuses

Can you hide it from yourself is the trick.

Beat all the way to he!! feeling only railroads need tracks, ABRUPTLY again life interrupting ,re-enter passion without the strife.

Goodness or greatness rolling about with a perverted smile it will settle in but will take awhile.

Shadows now partaking in play a splash of excitement mellowing into casual contentment ,strumming up new feelings without a drummer or a fife.

Inhibitions now few, set aside of a mind left temporarily askew,mellow with age like a good brew, not yet honest hidden feeling meant to beguile.

Again forced to rise not allowed a compromise ,taking a stand must be done horizontally,another morning in a passion play of life.

Simpler while being ignored ,facing up better than racing away ,it must entail taking on a new style .

Simply wishing for new days & different ways can not be enough so passionate we now play
rather than take on all the strife. R.C.

If poetry dies
We all fall apart.
If poetry dies,
Will the sun not shine anymore?
Because the sun is poetic in its own way.
It radiates.
It illuminates.
It inspires.
And if poetry dies
Art dies.
Poetry is everything.
Its existed for centuries.
See this is brought people together since forever ago.
And today, it brings us together.
you and me
And whoever else's poems you delight yourself with.
We create a community.
Here
On this site.
People from all over the world.
Each of us with a story to tell
And one talent we show
poetry
Isnt it great?
A tradition that must live on.
The art of emotion
Some complex
Others delightfully simple.
Poetry
Creates us,
Our creativity
And the desire to write something new
Something **great

Loose congregation of words ,mixed syllables,sounds ascending to  an annunciation made upon announcement
Clashing conundrums of verbs accented with adjectives  ,while crashing and dashing looking for a place to stay
Confections with conflictions searching for reasons to become more easily resounded
Papier-mâché used as the blind box  waiting to reveal its hidden appeal ,will we use sticks for new words fray.


Teachers use their rulers to help crack the skin or  layer of drooling uninterested information gatherers
  Finding synonyms is easier with a hungrier  fool  ,yet opposites distract if paying pledges to the papers
Finding the unknown fabulous riches still hiding inside is best without the blindfold ,hearing proper direction is what matters
Cracking the outer code ,scattering packages of messages is titillating especially if involved  as crossword players

Clarification containers from Macmillan help refine an ongoing array of writing gone astray
Pulling new or familiar sounds to another level ,hollow waiting to filled with tasty sweets
True copy that has been pasted,not wasted gathered into changing shapes in a new way
Can make our day, just right for many to explore the contents, blindly poking formulating new treats

Thesaurus as a party tool could it be  taking on the shape of a walrus
Antonyms with  many wrappings ,nuggets or nougats of wisdom
Wordy party favors masked new flavors seeking to be savored ,hidden like walnuts
Players programmed with reading ritual learn to approach life with new optimism.
R.C.