The Boardwalk 2-25-2013

The Boardwalk

Walking the boardwalk

My man and me,

Enjoying the sights

And sounds of the Sea.

Slowly and quickly 

They float on by

Skaters and bicyclists

On the fly.

Not a care in the World

No, not even one

Simply enjoying

Their day in the sun.

The Sun it slowly

Descends in the sea

The two of us left

With our memories.

Thankful for that,
I can not be more
Enjoying with bliss
Our day at the shore.

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A Tree 2-19-2013

A Tree


My arms are weaving heavenward,
My roots are planted firm.
My leaves are catching all the sun,
Within my roots are worms.


Come sit yourself upon a limb,
And rest a while here.
Breathe in all of nature,
And into magic peer.


I can be an Octopus,
You the buccaneer.
Riding waves and pillaging,
Until the shore you hear.


Now I 'm a regal castle,
Walls of mighty mortar.
Keeping you safe against the dragon,
Who is a fire snorter.


100 hundred feet into the sky,
Here the giant lives.
Save the golden goose,
And an egg she will then give.


I am more than just a tree,
Especially to a child.
Come and sit beneath my shade,
Remember youth..
And smile.

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The Rebirth of Earth November 2, 2012

The Rebirth of Earth

Softly, softly, I float to the ground
All of my siblings lost are now found.
Gathering here on the ground below
Waiting to be covered by a blanket of snow.

Fall is fading fast and winter it bleeds
It's blanket covering both color and seeds.
Only to bed we are just now
Waiting for spring to let us endow,

Our colors once more upon the earth, 
Holding in the soil all of our rebirth.
Don't mourn, we will not be long,
Soon we'll be back our colors so strong.

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Coffee November 1, 2012

Coffee in the fall!

It's cold outside but warm in here

As the cup to my lips is near.

Breathing in the aroma fresh

Goosebumps appear on my flesh.

Slowly sipping the liquid gold

My body is no longer cold.

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Woman December 11, 2012

Woman

She is resilient!
Hardy and Beautiful.
Her Grace and fragile looks
Belie her Strength
To overcome.  

She Is Woman

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We Know not our Time! 12-28-2012

We Know not our Time!

The new is here for now,

Not to stay because soon

It too will be old.

Enjoy it just the same and 

Treasure the time you have,

For we know not our time!

Roll down a hill of grass,

And drink lemon-aid.

Laugh until your belly hurts,

Just because you can!

Smile at a stranger

And make your own day.

We know not our time,

So Live!


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Hope Street

 All along Hope Street

The boxes are full.

The people wait patiently

To see what they've received.

Boxes full of hope for love,

Boxes full of hope for life,

And Boxes full of hope 

for the future.

We never know 

What our box will hold,

Until we open it.

Open yours and 

Have some Hope!

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The Mirror on the Wall 10-23-2012

The Mirror on the Wall

The mirror on the wall,

It does not see it all.

Deep down into the core,

The beauty, there is much more.

It does not see the pain,

And the wisdom you have gained.

It can see the wrinkle in time,

But not the laughter that defined.

It only see's the outside,

Not the you that's really there.

It doesn't see the warm

Embrace that's waiting 

for you to share.

It can not see the smile

That is hidden beneath your skin.

The failures you have had,

Or even the wins.

The anger that is deep

And threatens to seep.

It only see's the cover,

Not the story hid beneath!

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Flights of Freedom 9-24-2012

Juvenile Black-Crowned Heron

I am beauty in the
Eye of my beholder,
I am strong and free.
They wish that they could
Fly and 
Spread their wings like me.
I have no bounds to hold me,
I go wherever I want.
And if I should 
Need some sustenance,
I simply go and hunt.

I am beauty in the 
Eye of my beholder.
They are jealous tis true,
They wish they had
This simple life
Soaring in the open blue.

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The Shadow 9-20-2012

I am tired, but I'm wide awake
I wish that I could sleep,
The thoughts are running through
my mind, running oh so deep!
I have thoughts, thoughts you see,
of things I think you did.
When fairy tales should have been mine
and I was just a kid.
The images of running through fields,
Flowers slipping through my hands.
Are replaced with images of
A dark and troubled man.
I push them out, but they come back
Bleeding through my brain.
My heart is heavy, oh so heavy
filled with angst and pain..
I hate you for these memories
forced on me when oh so young.
They're thoughts that tumble
through my mind
and can never be undone.
I'm searching for a peaceful dream
filled with sanctity.
Help me wipe them from my thoughts
So sleep can come to me.

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