I have been writing poetry since my teens. Occasionally I have been
I have been writing poetry since my teens. Occasionally I have been published here and there. This blog is more fun, I enjoy reading the poems of others. Write On!
Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.
First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds
I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.