Snowdrops

12_29_18_web

 

WHEN LOVE IS BURIED UNDERGROUND

HIDDEN IN TUFTED EARTH

AND GENTLE RAIN FALLS

LOVE MIGHT DECIDE TO GROW

LIKE THE SNOWDROP IN THE SPRING

SOME LOVE DOES ABIDE

AND BLOSSOMS AFTER WINTER’S SNOW

INTO THE PUREST OF FLOWERS

THEN PROVES WITHOUT A DOUBT

JUST LIKE THE DELICATE SNOWDROP

THAT THE HEART’S LOVE WILL SURVIVE

TENDER LETTERS

 

pexels-photo-730990

 

Solitary seagull on floodlight high

I see you as I look up to the sky

Solitary seagull when you come to land

Please take this bread from my hand

I walk the path of life alone

Solitary seagull do you have a home?

Come warm yourself by my fire

Your mood might lift higher

Your pen I have read so amazing

Seems the world should be gazing

On your poems so eloquently thought

Happiness to my soul they have brought

Go away and keep out of my sight

You said and I think somethings not right?

For one whose tender letters

Really have no betters

Lonely seagull on floodlight high

I am so left asking just why?

Is it because as everyone knows

Seagulls really can’t write poems?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TO WALK WITH YOU

32D5FE1A00000578-3523048-The_shelter_does_not_put_down_healthy_dogs_and_there_is_a_lush_l-a-7_1459805231101

 

The splendor of walking a dog

Into the brierly hills

Where pastured sheep

Hungrily chew the cud

 

Rising their tiny heads

Saying “Good morrow!”

The dog chases

“It will be when I have you!” it replies

 

You put one foot in front of your heavy staff

The other following without a breath

Then I dream i too am up there

Looking down high above the Earth

 

By your side breathless

I would be on top of the world

Once more from the height of a dream I fall

Deep down into  slumberland again

 

Alas I am still at the bottom of that hill

The dog has chased the sheep away

I glance once more to the heavens

And wake  alone!

 

 

M.I.A.

Fried_Moonbeans

Mad in America Theme

Dancing on a moonbeam

When captured outside at night

Howling a furry sight

In woods rustled with leaves

Two mates did conceive

Pups of mini thieves

Who stole away people’s minds

And worked madly kind

Shining down they did find

A deep mental mine

Where puppy wolves could dig

Sanity sugar big

Then boarding a golden rig

Madly panning in a brook

For insane nuggets understood

That cured all wolves of furry kind

That had found they lost their minds

Back to sunshine and the dawn

Dreams a sleepy yawn

To daybreak chorus sweet

Where night and day meet

Fixed in a transition under the stars

Sleeping in an aqua barge

Floated down the river of reality

Wheels turning down Mississippi

Embankments of filigree

Rich in sanity

From the wisest tree

Happiness for eternity.

 

 

 

INSANE LOVE

stock-vector-vector-illustration-red-burning-heart-with-fire-on-a-black-background-designs-for-banners-cards-547165174

I’m insanely in love with you

Started when I asked you for help

With my insanity

Then turned into insane love

And continues

It’s the sort of love that sets on fire

A burning flame of desire

Lit by a flint of madness

It never burns out

Even when I am sane

This insane love remains

Crazy as a Patsy Kline song

And you simply say

You never feel this way

Sanely!

Still insanely in love with you

What do I do?

Can your sessions cure me of this?

And persuade me I know better?

Is there a true cure for love?

Or am I doomed forever?

 

 

%d bloggers like this: