Sunday, August 31, 2014

Give to Me

Give me a day
Where the wind blows my hair around
My ears are filled with nature's sound
I turn my face up to the sky
And bask in nature's lullaby

Give me a night
Where gentle rains bathe my skin
Ease the pains I hold within
Patter lulls me off to sleep
Calming patter mine to keep

Give to me a life my own
Filled with love and friends so true
Every day brings joys anew
Each new day a complex poem
Life and laughter take me home

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Nature's Melody

A lark is singing in the distance
The trees are swaying in the breeze
The gentle movement takes me with it
Nature's music fills the air
And my heart fills with rejoicing
Melody beyond compare

A lovely lonely song it's singing
Accompanied by an errant breeze
I gently sway to nature's love song
As green cicadas play along
The leaves they rustle out their song
I feel my cares and worries ease

Common Courtesy is Dead


Are you kidding me

To be sitting on a lovely hillside
Enjoying wine and quiet breeze
And here come three obnoxious asshats
Talking loud and braying laughter
Ruining the peace I'm after

I do not think they even see me
So caught up in their own fun
Oblivious of those around them
Self centered is their way of life
Carelessly causing others strife

I am sick of these self loving morons
Those who care not what they do
Encroaching on the space of others
Blindly making their way through
Caring not a bit for you

Would that I could strike them down now
Silence them with clever word
Would that they could see as I see
Their loud boisterousness absurd
Shut them up with just one word

Message to my Child

My darling child
Now grown
You make my heart sing
You are a joy
Every bit of joy you find
You have earned
And I hope you gather it
all to you
Breathe it in
Live it
Experience it
Own it
Well done, I say
Well done

Ode to Wine

Bring wine!
Sweet spirit
Magically made
From fruits of vine or tree
It matters not
Which one you bring
Ambrosia all to me

To raise a glass
To friend or foe
Each one with its own reason
There is a vintage
To be had
Fit for every season

And, So!
A Toast!
To vintners all
Both living or now dead
My life is richer
For your work
A blessing on your head

Down Time

I am taking a time out today
Away from all who know me
Need some time out on my own
Don't confuse alone with lonely

Crowded room or empty road
For today they are the same
There's a quietness regardless
When no one knows your name

Today I'm an observer
Disconnection sets me free
Recharging of my spirit
To enjoy just being me

Burdens of Love

Her spirit's almost broken
By the daily miseries
Life's endless disappointments
have brought her to her knees

She looks around bewildered
where are all her lovely dreams
She doesn't show her panic
Head filled with silent screams

Each day she keeps appointments
Every day she looks the same
Carries burdens that are not hers
Taking on her loved ones pains

And her family is blinded
by the falseness of her smile
They don't know her spirit's broken
And it has been for awhile

Look around you at your loved ones
Open eyes and see their strife
Ask yourself this as you ponder
Would you want theirs as your life