poetry

Find Me There- a poem

Find me where

the stories

lay continuously flowing

through my veins.

A cup of tea

to wash all of the

silence away.

The words

won’t write

themselves

I say.

 

The words cannot wait

another day.

Find me where

the stacks of

books are high

enough to reach

the clouds.

 

Inspiration for

tomorrow,

inspiration for

today.

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poetry

Sweet and Sound- a poem

I wish your dreams

sweet and sound

and that smile

on your lips wide.

You can choose,

you decide

which way you’d

like to go.

Downhill,

uphill,

somewhere below.

Whatever your

heart decides

lay sweet and

sound in dreams

and never wipe

the drops of ink

from your fingertips.

poetry

What the Bird Told Me- a poem

She never lies,

her songs so sweet.

She sings of those

far off places

and the people

she meets.

Rain or shine

she whistles a tune

from nine

to noon

she sings

of love,

noon to five

she sings

of nature’s beauty

and the clouds

above.

When those

restless nights

hit me again

she sings of

the future.

That everything

will be fine.

poetry

Flowers for Your Thoughts- a poem

His eyes

I could loose myself in them

and he offers me

flowers for my thoughts

and chocolates

for my dreams.

He speaks

sweet as those

bouquets of roses

from that little

stand next to

the coffee shop

we met.

Flowers for your thoughts

and chocolates for your dreams.

Love for the soul

and love for the smile on your face.

poetry

Miles- a poem

Miles away

My heart

Stays

Healing from your

Wake

Of lies and crimes.

Miles away

Will you stay

Still in my mind.

Miles and miles

It seems my dreams

Will be

After I pick

Up those

Puzzle pieces

You left behind.

I wonder was this

Just a scheme

Or

Am

I

Dreaming?

poetry

Of Roses and Wires- a poem

My thoughts are made up of

both roses

and wires

some quite sweet

and the others

powerful as

lighting strikes

against that

old willow tree.

 

I’ve got a plan

and a vision

buried deep

and locked in my

safe.

Others may try to

steal my thunder

but they

won’t lay

a finger on

my dreams

when crossing

my lightning.

poetry

Wonder-a poem

Sometimes I think of you

and where you might be.

What you might be doing.

 

Do you hike the woods

like we used to when

you needed to escape

the city life

and sparkling

lights,

I thought you

had been blinded.

You light up

when you

see those

mountain tops

or hear the wind

call your name

between the birch trees.

 

You loved me then.

 

I wonder if you

ever think of

those times

where it was

just you

and

I.