"ronald" poems
Manes sneaks!
Where is the king?
King stalks!
Sneaks quietly like a slow breeze.
The wind dies with a big roar.
Love is a strong cat.
The lion endures like a hot jungle.
Strong, giant quietly fights a rifle's bullet.
Wow, courage!
Roars die!
King falls like a brave soldier...
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
She is mysterious, as strange as a daytime dream,
So remarkable, I see a
Princess dressed in a kimono covered with cherry blossom leaves,
Floating down river, under a canopy
Of pink and white Sakura trees.
She is so extraordinary, as unique as a double rainbow at sunrise,
So dreamy, as dreamy as a seaside sunset,
Her unconditional love scatters,
Like cherry blossoms in a fresh breeze,
Seen in rippling waves of sunshine.
So fantastical, as fantastic as a pink rose blooming in the desert,
So magical, as magical as our dreams coming true,
Princess Sakura singing, like an Angel,
She spreads her wings and flies away,
Like vanishing Sakura, leaves at the end of spring.
Princess Sakura, you will live forever in my dreams...
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 6:45 AM UTC
National Liberation Day Of Korea
Freedom means August 15, 1945.
Koreans celebrate their day of liberation.
Freedom is like a Magpie,
Flying in the morning sky,
Above the ancient palaces of Seoul,
Freedom is like the Rose of Sharon,
Growing in "The land of morning calm."
Freedom is like a river named Han,
Unstoppable!
Freedom means flying the Taegeukgi.
Outside and high!
Freedom is Lively,
Freedom is President Moon Jae-in
President of South Korea,
Freedom is vibrant!
Freedom is festivals,
Freedom is unhindered!
Freedom is a Buddhist monk,
Everland!,
Freedom is unbound!
Freedom is tasty Kimchi,
Deoksugung Palace!
Freedom is lively parties,
Freedom is dancing,
The greatest Palaces of Seoul!
Freedom is treasured!
Freedom is a green bottle,
Soju!
Freedom is Arirang!
Korea's song,
A gift to the world from Korea,
Freedom is Queen Min; Still remembered,
Resting under a cherry blossom tree,
Freedom is Seoul!
A wonder to be seen on the Han River!
Freedom is luminous,
Busan Nightlife,
Changdeokgung Palace!
Freedom is unchained!
Freedom is sports,
Jeju-do!
Freedom is escape!
Freedom is honor!
Battle of Inchon!
Freedom is rising in the sky,
One of the most dynamic cities,
Seoul!
Freedom is no longer
Imprisoned,
Freedom is camping,
Freedom is priceless!
Freedom is one's honor!
Deoksugung Palace!
Freedom is treasured!
Freedom is the miracle,
Seoul!
Freedom is food,
Freedom is Kimchi,
Freedom is hopeful,
Freedom is Yu Gwan-sun!
Long live Korean independence!
Freedom is a Buddhist monk writing,
Freedom is thinking about your dreams,
Not looking behind your back!
Freedom is a child going to school,
Freedom is ultra-modern,
Seoul!
Freedom is escape!
Freedom is music,
K-POP!
Freedom is Arirang playing,
Freedom is essential,
White Day!
Freedom, people, shining in the sun,
Freedom is loved,
Yuna Kim!
Freedom is essential,
Freedom is "The March 1st Movement",
Yu Gwan-sun!
Freedom is shopping,
Freedom is walking our dogs,
Freedom is writing what you think,
Freedom is Sejong the Great!,
Hangul!
Freedom is bringing your dreams into the world,
Freedom is poetry,
Yun Dong-ju!
Freedom is traditions,
Freedom is wearing Hanbok.
Freedom is being empowered!
Freedom is.
Freedom is.
Freedom is.
A United Korea!!!
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC
A pink kimono
yukata
Adorned with velvet flowers
Standing there in the Springtime mist of Japan,
Guarded by Sakura trees.
Skies are blue,
Singing a beautiful song,
Pink lips like adorable flowers on a spring day,
A most beautiful, kind and loving princess to ever
walk Japan.
Your beautiful face,
Your kindest soul,
Your adorable lips,
You smiled at me.
You have the prettiest voice,
that calms my soul.
You're the most beautiful and loving princess,
ever to walk Japan...
© 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
Why does the red tulip float?
Why does the flower shine through the window?
The warm breeze shrinks the breathtaking green.
Can't smell a flower, through a cold window.
Springs grow like warm breezes.
Courage, awakening, and blushing in the springtime,
All blossoms show strong, blooming red flowers.
God, such brilliance!
Never smell a tulip through a closed door,
Flower calmly like cotton clouds floating in the sky,
The sun paints red tulips, with an artistic brush,
Red flowers shake like misty sunrises.
Flowering warmly,
The small life calmly desires the clouds.
And reaches for the sky,
Blushing like a shy girl.
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
You always look past me,
I'm dancing right here,
Why can't you see me?
You never look at me!
Always, I'm dreaming of you.
Look just a little beyond your
Past. She's gone. You will see
Me standing here. Waiting for your smile.
I'm dreaming dreams of you and me,
Dancing, under a palm tree, on a moonlit night
Right before the dawn's bright light,
Here, holding me in your strong arms tonight.
Why can't you turn your head a little?
Can't you say hello to me?
You are always looking beyond me. Who do you
See instead of
Me?
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 11:26 AM UTC
Beautiful as faith!
Beautiful as hope!
Beautiful as your parents helping God bring an angel into this world.
Beautiful as brother and sister playing.
Beautiful as hearing children laughing.
Beautiful as warm sunshine though a window,
On a cold winter's day.
Beautiful as a garden of colorful roses.
Beautiful as a rainbow.
Beautiful as cotton clouds floating in a blue sky.
Beautiful when you look up to heaven with a bright smile.
Beautiful as happiness.
Beautiful when you play piano song.
Your piano song is so beautiful it makes me cry.
You are beautiful as...
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
The ivories' sleeping is like a lonely black piano.
Beautiful, small girl quietly fight a dusty, misty bench.
Hello, old friend. Did you miss me?
Ah, life!
Running loudly like an old hammer.
Banging hard on the ivories.
God, action!
Piano keys are only black and white,
But sound like blue birds singing ,
On a bright morning's day.
Oh! No!
Where are the noisy keys?
Never love a broken string.
Exhaustion, noise, and love.
Never fight a hammer.
Lord, anger!
Piano, why are you angry with me?
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC
Woke on a white blanket today.
Looking at the blue sky above me.
Turning I see;
A strange looking farmhouse at the bottom of a hill,
A fence of split logs,
Mountains were rising up, like giants through a misty morning.
Two glasses of red grapes sitting on the blanket,
No one else around...
Plates made of paper filled with cherry pie,
No one else around...
Suddenly, from behind I hear!
A quiet voice was singing words I could not understand.
I turn to look,
No one else is there...
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
A field with one thousand roses,
I only see one white flowering rose,
Obsession is only one white rose,
Obsession is only seeing you,
Blind to all others,
Using soju,
I create a mist,
That only surrounds you,
This, obsession with one white rose,
Is an impossible thing,
Sun shining through the mist,
Reflecting your love out to me,
But I can not see your face,
The sun is too bright,
Still I see a lovely white rose through the mist,
I want to grab hold,
But your thorns are too sharp,
How can I suffer knowing you exist, in the midst of my dreams,
That!
I will never be able to touch you,
Why am I obsessed with a single white flower?
When fate has sent to me a gift of 999 red roses?
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
She's a powerful and strong princess,
With magical super powers.
She thinks of time's past,
She thinks of times yet to come.
She loves to travel through Europe,
But her dreams are of Japan,
And singing under Sakura trees in the springtime of Japan.
I notice the way she thinks about Japan always with a smile,
She likes to use words like 'Sakura flowers' and 'Yukata Kimono from Japan.'
She likes to hang out with Monica, Dad and Grandma,
But when left alone,
Her mind turns straight to Sakura flowers in
The springtime of Japan.
She hates mosquitos and cold,
But she just thinks back to springtime in Japan,
And she's happy once again...
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 7:00 AM UTC
This was an amazing day!
I found my true love today,
I found that one person I want to be with forever and ever!
A person I truly care about and endeavor to love unconditionally.
That very special person I want to spend time with.
In spite of what other people think or say about our relationship.
That special someone that I care about more than myself,
That one love that very few find
In a single lifetime.
This was an amazing day!
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
The night was cold and rainy.
I have noticed you, standing
far away from me in a shower rain.
Being guarded by a leaking umbrella,
It was hiding your face from me,
Your soaking wet hair was flowing down your back.
I was wondering when you would look at me.
As I walk towards you,
You walk further away from me,
As if I was standing still.
It seems I will never reach you.
I hate cold, rainy nights and leaking umbrellas...
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
Love for the kingdom of Joseon,
Listening to the silent sounds from the past,
Heartfelt love for Korea,
Watching the melting snow,
Dreams of love in a Korean spring,
Ahh, my dreams of youth are gone,
Love for pink cherry blossoms,
Love for festivals,
Love for hope,
I keep asking myself, "Why? Oh, why did I wait so long?"
Hope that the Korean people never lose hope
Hope for the future of Joseon,
Hope for the cherry blossoms,
Hope for a clear spring,
Hope for a united Korea,
Hope for sunny festivals,
Now, if I only knew how to open my eyes,
To see;
Beautiful spring festivals,
Beautiful new hope,
Beautiful memories of Joseon,
Beautiful cherry blossoms,
Beautiful happy spring,
Beautiful Korea,
Reality is a road leading nowhere,
Dreams are a million guideposts that lead us on the path to our future,
Bright shiny Korea,
Colorful Festivals,
Bright children are given the gift of hope,
Seeing beautiful memories of Joseon,
Bedazzled as if looking at a bright neon sign,
Bright cherry blossoms,
Bright and warm spring,
Birds singing,
I must be dreaming,
New Korean spring,
New path for Korea,
New history for Joseon,
Feeling the winds of change,
New hope,
New spring festivals,
Newly planted cherry blossoms,
Sunny cherry blossoms,
Sunny spring,
Sunny Korea,
Sunny Festivals,
Sunny hope,
Sunny Joseon,
Beautiful Joseon lovely Cherry Blossoms floating above us,
Loving a bright Korean warm spring,
Bright, colorful spring festivals holding hands falling in love,
Now, if I only knew how to open my eyes...
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
Dear Ronald Bilius Weasley
No matter what others say
I will always be your fan
You are such a marvellous character
Not perhaps, a perfect one
But a character with flaws
So real, and so beautiful
That we can totally relate to it
In your first year at Hogwarts
You played a game of chess
In such a magnificent manner
That even the Russians of the Muggle world
Could not have done any better
In your second year at Hogwarts
You faced your greatest fears
With a courage and nerve
That Godric Gryffindor would have been proud of
For the sake of your best mates
In your third year at Hogwarts
You almost ruined a friendship
For the sake of a rat and a broomstick
But you made amends for it
By standing up to a notorious murderer
That too with a broken leg
Again, for the sake of your best mate
In your fourth year at Hogwarts
Again, there was a misunderstanding
That threatened to derail a strong friendship
But you were there for Harry
When it truly mattered
There was also some ugly ****** jealousy
As your teenage hormones took centrestage
But at least you got an inkling
That you and Hermione
Were made for each other
In your fifth year at Hogwarts
There was a lot you had to put up with
The constant bullying of the Slytherins
Especially during Quidditch matches
The temper tantrums of your best friend
And finally, the evil Dolores Jane Umbridge
Initially, due to your nerves and insecurities
Your Quidditch performances went from bad to worse
But then, you finally showed us
The stuff you were made of
Saving goals left, right and centre
And to cap it all
You bravely fought a dozen Death Eaters
Yet again, for the sake of your best friend
Finally, we come to the war
Due to your never-ending insecurities
And anxiety for your family
Worsened by a dreadful locket
That contained a part of Voldemort's soul
You briefly deserted your best mates
But returned when it mattered the most
Even saving Harry's life in the process
And then, as you destroyed that darned locket
You finally conquered your fears
And transitioned successfully to manhood
Finally, during the Battle of Hogwarts
You showed us your sensitive side
A side that we had never seen before
As you displayed your concern for the house-elves
Precipitating your first kiss with Hermione
Later on, you lost your dear brother
But continued to soldier on bravely
Even standing up to Voldemort himself
Hence, dear Ronald Bilius Weasley
No matter what others say
I will always be your fan
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 9:28 AM UTC
At Bookshop Santa Cruz
I look at a book about the East Bay then and now
One picture strikes me: 1969 Sproul Plaza
Govener Ronald Reagan has the National Guard spray
tear gas on protesters on the steps of this Berkeley Administration Building
People run in black and white
they look like my parents
The helicopter is so close to the ground, like the Vietnam War
I was three
In the backseat of our VW Bug
My mother was driving me to Strawberry Canyon
for a swim
Then she got scared--something on the radio
We turned around
I didn't understand
She had to protect us from tear gas
We lived in a war zone
Everyone was very upset
We were attacked by our own government
Even children were fair game
An innocent frog is placed in water
If the water temperature is raised gradually
the frog will sit there until it dies
In 1980 Ronald Reagan became our President
Much to our dismay
"70% of pollution comes from trees" he had announced
as Governer, he was obviously a man of science
The vice grip clenched, the water temperature raised
as we felt around us the world becoming more
difficult as a middle class
we were supposed to wait for crumbs to fall
from the table of the rich folks
fighting over the bits like starving animals
Budgets were cut
Prices rose, wages fell or disappeared completely
We were at war
1985: I took a class in Economics in college, a UC
I learned that Supply Side Economics was
a silly idea written on a napkin at a fancy restaurant
where the fat ones eat
and the crumbs are thrown away
It was all a sham
An excuse
The vice grip tightened, the world became
more difficult
not the American Dream my parents grew up in
To be middle class was to struggle and struggle and still
not have anything
The frog began to die
Somehow we saw that
Reagan drifted away, but his ghost
remained, a respite in the 90's
Then we were at war again
Not just tear gas, but carpet bombing
Guerilla warfare in the streets of a hot arid country
Oil companies, already saturating our ground and our air with their products
Cashed in
The frog is near death
We struggle, and nothing gets better
Only a respite
At a fancy restaurant
on a napkin someone wrote
a new theory of Economics
that became like Scientology
Outgrew it's ridiculous inception
And became real
Ronald Reagan dropped tear gas
from helicopters on Sproul Plaza
and it drifted to Strawberry Canyon
where children learned to swim
But that is child's play now
the frog is about to die
I want to pull it out.
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 5:01 PM UTC
"Have you met a gorgeous, lady at sunset?"
Someone said as we shook hands.
She was just a barefooted lady,
Brighter than the sunset in front of me.
Then I said, "Hello lady,
You're a lady who understands,
I'm a man who must be free."
As the sun falls asleep,
Let's walk along the beach,
Let's live a real life,
I can see it in her eyes, that she despises rainy nights,
She loves the moon reflecting off the water,
She loves sunny days,
Watching the skies just before dawn,
She loves autumn leaves.
Trying to figure a clever way, not to say goodbye,
To find some clever lines to say,
To make the meaning come through,
That's why Lady Sunset,
That's why Lady Sunset,
That's why Lady Sunset is a Goddess.
I love you.
I love...
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 5:32 PM UTC
My happiness travels across time and space,
Across a vast sea,
Years of looking,
And not touching,
Ancient Lands,
So far away,
A night's lonely dreams,
Walking along Hyeopjae Beach,
Summer's ocean breeze,
Warms my wandering heart,
You are standing here, Holding my hand,
Looking forward;
A billion diamonds swimming in,
The ocean's waves,
For such a long time now,
I've been missing you,
My heart will not let go,
Of the white sands of Hyeopjae Beach.
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
It wasnt long before the baluster flapped somewhere in the distance and Icarus knew how old he had been on the day of his birth. For whatever reason, the snow capped cappuccinos he had willfully destroyed in a heated debate on fiscal policy had him beginning again. Why was there always a beginning where there was an end? Fur traders used to circumnavigate the Hudson's Bay of his humanity when he was young, sharing drinks and fire water whiskey like it was all an H2O ready for the soul search. Sadly, many ended up in Hitlers concentration camps weeks after the **** invasion of Poland, about a month or so before the fall of the Roman Empire. Beginning with a last breath, Icarus strode off the plank with a new-found confidence unnatural in his niceties of long past. It was as if 1 minute and 35 seconds was enough to dish a clamouring populace onto the dinner table before the fat step-father gleefully orders
everyone to 'dig in, everyone!'
Cancelling everyone's appointment with Dr. Pardon meant the gaining of a key participatory certificate in El Dorado, and the gold lingering in dusty sun-beams was sifted for the taking. Some got rich, the rest got miserable. The rest used to imagine the gold, staring at ivory towers and lottery tickets, apple cores lording over old public servant applications near the city hall drain pipes as the modern world collapsed into a flash-mob image of Ronald Reagan.
Icarus was a sliver of duskish light flittering a top distant windowsills, all cupped in an intentional light because happiness was as possible as sadness. Not that considering either would make you either.
Icarus slept as his wings incinerated at the first glimpse of the solar system. He now believed every single proverb the old ***** slumbers had whispered their children as they woke to find themselves adults.
In the beginning he found the beginning beginning again. It made him feel however you wish. Both were just as possible. Both were just as much a jazz configuration as a smooth and easy guitar rift.
Ahha!
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
Waving, the Sun falls like a flickering light bulb,
Blue sky, yellows, reds, oranges and golden clouds,
Adventure is lightning among the stars,
Why does the sun fall as darkness rises?
Yellows born in the East like lightning in the West.
Sunny gold sleepy clouds are sending breezy sounds,
Viewing lightning bolts, hearing thunder,
I lost all colors but found the flashing stars,
Life falling asleep in the West,
Life waking in the East,
Feeling sleepy,
Good night!
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
My home in my dreams,
I am amazed every night, when I see you in my dreams.
When I look at the moon., I see the tower to the north.
I can not believe you changed,
My life forever.
I only wish I can find the courage, to hold you in my arms at last.
My home in my dreams,
I wish I had met you a lifetime ago.
I wish I could give you one thousand of
my lifetimes.
I owe you my life,
My Seoul Korea.
I love you.
I miss you.
I owe you my life,
I owe you. You are the reason I am still alive,
Arirang, I owe you more than ever!
Seoul I love you,
A place I have only been to in my dreams,
How can I ever repay you?
For sending me such beautiful dreams.
I am amazed every night, when I see you in my dreams.
I live for you every day to hold you in my arms,
I live for you!
My Seoul,
I wish I could be standing in your arms where I belong.
My love Seoul,
I can't help but smile and wonder why God sent me here far to the West.
When you tell me every day, I belong in your arms.
But I owe you so much,
Hundreds of poems,
Hundreds of dreams
from a place, I have never been.
Amazing!
How can this be?
I love you Seoul Korea
that time can never take away.
I owe you more than my life
More than anything
I know this is a dept that I will never be able to repay.
Because I owe you so much
I owe you my life now, more than ever,
Why was I born so far away?
In the wrong time and wrong place?
Seoul Korea
My home in my dreams.
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
A crisp, clear autumn day.
Looking up, I see!
A blue sky.
Wow, the autumn sky is so blue and high!
Why is the autumn sky so high that I can see the stars in the day?
Temperatures go low,
Crisp clear autumn air,
No monsoon clouds cry rain anywhere.
Nighttime sky so clear,
Cosmic explosions everywhere.
It's a wonderful time of the year.
Blues, reds, browns, greens seen everywhere.
Looking up, I see,
The high blue autumn sky.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC
My Sky!
My love, my bright golden sunrise,
You make my Soul rise,
Together, we can do anything,
A new day,
Blue silver clouds,
My bright golden yellow sunshine,
I wish I could fly high into your arms,
Flying above, oceans blue,
Flying above an Eastern sea,
I love dark haired Angels,
Oh! darling Sky,
Please send me a Miracle,
I want to fly home,
Into your, beautiful Cherry Blossoms on a spring day,
My Princess Sky, the Angel in my dreams,
I wish to walk with you under the spring skies of Seoul,
God! Please send me a Miracle,
My Destiney is in front of me,
My beautiful dark haired Princess is waiting for me.
Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
Washington DC deeply mourns
Elegance at its best
The horizon of sunrise to sun down which can both contest
The term “STAND BY YOUR MAN”
Nancy Reagan fits that caravan
Social butterfly
Nancy Reagan was her married last name
But her life also surrounded Hollywood in bringing her fame
Yet Nancy Reagan had a very fulfilled life
She lived throughout her creed
Her mission was to continue to proceed
Nancy Reagan’s name known throughout the world
The world’s heart captivated in tears
But her life contributed in having no fears
It was Nancy Reagan’s pause being her own class act
This is a true known fact
There was emptiness in her heart, and she longed to hear her late husband Ronald Reagan voice once again
Ronald Reagan’s voice did call
I saved you a place to be by my side
Heaven was all prepared
The chariot was set just right
Suddenly there was a strong beaming light
Nancy Reagan responded that the light was extremely bright
It was the signal for Nancy Reagan to come up
I saw two flying Doves
It was each in enduring love
Nancy Reagan will be missed
She left an enriched and embraced life
But she also states, don’t mourn long for me
I am at rest in a place I want to be
Yes I was Nancy Reagan for all to see
But I want you to remember me as Nancy
You know, the one into fashion and fancy
My three components, COMMITMENT, DETERMINATION AND DESTINED
This sums up Nancy Reagan’s life while she lived
Her devotion in time that she would normally give
Her motto, Live on, but be involved
The world’s problems, just try to solve
My legacy of who I was speaks for itself
Don’t think of me like everybody else
As a Dove, I must fly on to the next chapter of my life
A journey far and long, but Heaven is where I belong
I hear music in my arrival
I hear singing of joy
My life has been fulfilled and I want you all to carry on still
I say until we meet again to all my loving friends.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC
Waiting for you in the bright moonlight,
Some nights I don't want to do anything;
I don't want to leave you,
I don't want to miss you,
I don't want to fall asleep,
I never get tired of waiting for you,
I'm afraid to close my eyes,
Waiting for you in the bright moonlight,
Oh, my love,
I can't forget you.
© 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC