Meanings

We fret over words, our minds second guess

Words from the heart are random at best

Let's not waste any time analyzing things

Don't worry about words, I know what you mean

 

Things spoken in fear can't be too precise 

Don't worry a bit about playing nice 

Express all you feel whatever life brings

Don't worry about words, I know what you mean

Your feelings inside always tell me the truth 

Your emotions won't lie, you don't need an excuse

I'll do anything to keep your soul free

Don't worry about words, I know what you mean

 

Storm and Calm

Despite the swirling winds of time

All the the lows and all the highs 

Grasping for a peace out there 

If the mind's too tired to care

Through all the settled dust

When concerns refrain from fuss

The blurry lens in focus now

Your face appears removing doubts

With my eyes raise to the heights 

The aura of the northern lights 

Swim below a lake that's clear

With courage now amid the fears

A storm rolls in, we're filled with awe 

A voice within a shelter calls 

It feels the same as flashes blind 

When thoughts of you pass through my mind 

 

What we Think

Sometimes we think love 

Is like a dinner plate 

You can walk away from 

Or a deal you missed 

Like passing a yard sale

But it doesn't follow 

Commerce rules 

It's not like a faucet 

You can turn off 

A switch to flick 

To turn on the lights 

A pedal to push 

To speed up 

Or slow down 

It does what is right

For its beloved 

Is not a user

Love cares deeply 

Will not impose itself

Is patient and kind 

Will step out of the way

For a person's happiness

At its own hearts expense 

Love also doesn't change 

Will sacrifice for loved ones 

Would rather be destitute  

Than hurt its beloved 

No it isn't a task 

An accomplishment 

If it has to be won 

Then it's a card game 

But it can't be love 

Maybe I am a purist 

To my own detriment 

There isn't a map 

But this is all I know 

 

 

 

Books

As a small child I was introduced

To an endless  world found in pages 

A crisp new book crackle 

The smell of ink 

A cover to smack the table

Or your neighbor  

The paper smelled of old and some new 

But then I was introduced to heaven

The library with its majestic rows 

A reverence fills the air 

Mixing with the smell of books

Rows and rows of bindings show 

Each book contains a world so fair

Adventure, politics, mystery, romance 

Geography, self help 

And oh yes, Dr Seuss 

Each one has a nestled home 

Hiding in place except for those 

Skilled with the use of small oak drawers

We encoders know 

The secret to the cards 

And we all with due respect 

Quietly find the book we like 

Meeting eye to eye to book

With people of like interest 

But of course we just smile 

This ocean of words 

Has tributaries into homes 

You can check them out 

If you perhaps have acquired 

A passport called a library card

These oracles are sacred

So there are penalties

To those who linger with them too long

One can make a library  

With little shelves of their own 

And enjoy the new page smell

Crunched in a cover 

But keep them forever 

They become a part of you

The pages fan to find your part

A small breeze to get you there

Bindings worn from squeezing thumbs

They have a part of your life to tell

By the pool or close by in bed 

Well liked books have covers worn

And pages torn 

But they still beat an electronic glow. 

 

Awakened

I should get out from under the covers

The sun is shining  

Dreams unfinished, my eyes flutter

The moon snuck in and whispered

To closed eyes 

And he doesn't like to be disturbed

The sun bursts in with a million things 

Crescendoed by

The birds accompanying as they sing 

Maybe what I am dreaming can happen

I smile

Sometimes being awake is such a distraction.  

And yet ideas are carried on the sun's rays 

New sights

Morning by morning is how the future is made  

A Promise

He bought her flowers 

She'd made a promise 

He loves the way she always keeps her word

He wouldn't change her 

That's why she loves him 

He put the flowers on his table and thought of her.

Their love is still haunting the rooms of their souls

Looking for ways to occupy it's time

Remembering and wishing for a whisper 

Knowing they're still intertwined. 

He won't forget her

He made a promise 

She loves the way he always keeps his word

 

A note to readers

I'm spending a little more time perfecting poems despite my busy schedule. They are like children produced from feelings. (almost three hundred) Often they need correction and perfection. Sometimes I just visit them. I have people requesting a book. About half are in a book formatted to publish but it all takes time. I am up to the challenge and am working on choosing what ones to put in a final draft. Input helps. Some of these are songs and I have purchased equipment to record. I want to get the gist captured myself before getting help. Anyone who has done this in the past knows how the inspiration can unintentionally be lost or diluted by others. Technology allows us grace and means to experiment with what is our heart. Hope your day is going well and don't worry, absence of new stuff means I am working with the kids in other ways. :) The best is yet to come!

The Boy

He saw her picture the other day

He miss that smile 

So many words left to say 

It shook him to his soul 

Go back and shake that boy! 

And remove the fear 

You won't lose her, don't be coy

Get into the car

Life turns out well anyways 

Except the missing part

Thoughts want too much pay

The heart gives no price

Searching for a solution

Focus home 

Minimize the confusion 

Help the boy

But he's a man 

The Lowlands and the Heights

There's an animal within us 

Who has its wants and desires

It wants to raise a happy family 

Important things to acquire

We must stand behind the plow 

And push it through the mire 

Security is the dream

Time is sold as to a buyer

Toil away in the bottomland 

Hoping for a little rest 

Run away for a while 

Return when you're unstressed 

There's a delight above it all 

Higher heights that can be reached 

Inspiration makes its home there 

Things that man can never teach

Hold on tight to those who help you

Reach a place your heart can soar

Release the muse dwelling in you

Help your spirit to explore 

We dare not fear the soaring heights

A flower yearns to reach the sun

Wanting to display its beauty

With roots in earth where life begun.