Poetry

Forgive me when I whine

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Today, upon a bus,
I saw a girl with golden hair.
and wished I was as fair.
When suddenly she rose to leave,
I saw her hobble down the aisle.
She had one leg and wore a crutch.
But as she passed, she gave a smile.
Forgive me when I whine.
I have 2 legs, the world is mine.

I stopped to buy some candy.
The lad who sold it had such charm.
I talked with him, he seemed so glad.
If I were late, it’d do no harm.
And as I left, he said to me,
“I thank you, you’ve been so kind.
It’s nice to talk with folks like you.
You see,” he said, “I’m blind.”
Forgive me when I whine.
I have 2 eyes, the world is mine.

Later while walking down the street,
I saw a child with eyes of blue.
He stood and watched the others play.
He did not know what to do.
I stopped a moment and then I said,
“Why don’t you join the others, dear?”
He looked ahead without a word.
And then I knew, he couldn’t hear.
Forgive me when I whine.
I have 2 ears, the world is mine.

With feet to take me where I’d go.
With eyes to see the sunset’s glow.
With ears to hear what I’d know.
Forgive me when I whine.
I am fortunate indeed, the world is mine.

Bound

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There are times I feel bound
The walls are closing in
As the outside world
Threatens my sanity
Allowing myself to become prisoner
To others expectations and needs
The rope getting tighter
I – struggling to breathe
As the word, “No” becomes foreign to my lips
And the word, “Yes” tastes of resentment
My dreams slowly slipping away
Bound so tight I can’t even attempt to grasp them
Too busy living other peoples dreams
To allow time for my own
Mourning the loss of my companion-night
And the sanctuary of a solitude-I no longer own
I often pause and wonder
Why I become a willing captive
When I know it is only I
Who can release these ropes that bind me

Blue the sky of Heaven

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Blue the sky of heaven
Sun comes shining through
Birds in trees are singing
Springtime now into view

Flowers of such beauty
Welcome each new sun
Pretty are the Violets
When season has begun

Heart is tripping lightly
Across the bluest field
Love is interceding
As Violets start to yield

Dainty and so perfect
Clustered with such flair
Heaven’s sweetest flower
For all our eyes to share

Light the day upon us
Blue is all we see
What an inspiration
Sweet Violets are to me

Bouquet of softest beauty
They take my breath away
Crystal dew upon them
A picture perfect day.

Confide in a Friend

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When you’re tired and worn at the close of day
And things just don’t seem to be going your way,
When even your patience has come to an end,
Try taking time out and confide in a friend.

Perhaps he, too, may have walked the same road
With a much troubled heart and burdensome load,
To find peace and comfort somewhere near the end,
When he stopped long enough to confide in a friend.

For then are most welcome a few words of cheer,
For someone who willingly lends you an ear,
No troubles exist that God cannot mend,
But to get quick relief, just confide in a friend.

Comfort zone

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I took a step and with new strength
I’d never felt before,
I kissed my comfort zone “goodbye”
and closed and locked the door.

I couldn’t let my life go by.
Just watching others win.
I held my breath and stepped outside
and let the change begin.

I claimed to be so busy
with the things inside my zone,
but deep inside I longed for
someone special of my own.

I said it didn’t matter,
that I wasn’t doing much
I said I didn’t care for things
like diamonds, furs and such.

I longed so much to do the things
I’d never done before,
but I stayed inside my comfort zone and
paced the same old floor

I use to have a comfort zone
where I knew I couldn’t fail
the same four walls of busy work
were really more like jail

If you are in a comfort zone
afraid to venture out,
remember that all winners were
at one time filled with doubt.

A Step or two and words of praise,
can make your dreams come true.
Greet your future with a smile,
success is there for you!

As morning sweetly enters

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As morning sweetly enters
Flowers blooming best
Crystal beads of dew drops
On petals that are blest

Magic in sweet nature
Each day of perfect bliss
Watch so close the dawning
Awake to happiness

Stopping for a moment
To breathe the air so clean
Cleansed by all the dew drops
Such beauty so serene

Walk among the flowers
Smell the fragrance rare
Rolling hills and mountains
What majesty is there

Colors all emerging
Like rainbows fill the sky
Upon the earth this miracle
How can you pass this by

Heart is filled with pleasure
With every sweet bouquet
Offered like a special prayer
I give to you this day.

Attitude determines altitude

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I woke up early today, excited over all that I
get to do before the clock strikes midnight.
I have responsibilities to fulfill today.
I am important.
My job is to choose what kind of day
I am going to have.

Today I can complain
because the weather is rainy
or I can be thankful that the grass
is getting watered for free.

Today I can feel sad
because I don’t have more money or
I can be more grateful
for the many things that I already have.

Today I can grumble about my health
or I can rejoice that I am alive.

Today I can lament over all that my parents
didn’t give me when I was growing up
or I can feel grateful
that they allowed me to be born.

Today I can cry because roses have thorns
or I can celebrate
that thorns have roses.

Today I can mourn for my lack of friends
or I can excitedly embark upon a quest
to discover new relationships.

Today I can whine
because I have to go to work
or I can shout for joy
because I have a job to do.

Today I can complain
because I have to go to school
or I can eagerly open my mind and fill it
with rich new tidbits of knowledge.

Today stretches ahead of me,
waiting to be shaped.
And here I am, the sculptor
who gets to do the shaping.

What today will be like is up to me.
I’m the one who gets to choose
what kind of day I will have!

Woman

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Heavenly softness, sweet lips and soft hair
Her body inviting to explore everywhere
The scent of a woman , her arms open wide
Her heart full of love, her compassionate side

Her body so willing, she’ll melt in your arms
Her lips are so thrilling, her passion so strong
She’ll lift you to heaven and build you a fire
She’ll give you her body, she’ll give you desire

When was the last time

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When was the last time you …

had a conversation with the moon?
or made a wish
on a falling star?
Held hope
of delicate things?
When was the last time
you got lost
in an enchanted wood?
Or were kissed by a prince
who turned into a frog?
Consulted a caterpillar?
Or kidnapped a mith
had a visit
from your fairy godmother
who turned pumpkins into coaches
and wishes
into wings
When was the last time you
tears cried lost
into the lake of longing
or sipped inspiration
from the pool of wonder?
or rose
victorious
like a phoenix …
from the ashes?
When did you last
lay your head
in the lap of awe
and listen to a song …
from a distant shore
called home?
leap – soar – explore
remember your dreams
and unseen things
sing with rapture
dance and dance
dance like a dervish
and when imagination knocks
open the door.

The Mouse that made a House a Home

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There was a tiny little mouse
That decided it was time to live in a house.
He checked the entire neighborhood,
Through the thickened weeds,
To find a place to call his own …
One to fit his needs.

When all at once he saw a home,
With an old man who lived there all alone.

He stopped by garbage cans and such,
To tell his friends he’d be out of touch;
With many sad and teary goodbyes,
He left the streets as he let out a sigh.

He settled into the place he called home,
And decided to be friends …
With the man who lived alone.

The first night he spent there,
He looked all around
To see what he’d find,
And here’s what he found …

Some pictures of a loving wife,
Some kids that he had given life;
He saw a letter left in the drawer,
And when he read it, this is what he saw …

“My dear, dear husband, I soon will be gone,
But please be strong and try to go on;
I hope that our children will be kind to you,
I hate to leave you darlin’,
But my life on earth is through.”

All at once the phone rang loud,
He ran to answer it and he sounded very proud …
“No son, it’s fine … I have places to go,
Besides, around Christmas, I’m afraid of the snow;
Billy, you have a good holiday,
And please tell the kids
Grandpa’s gifts are on their way.”

He hung up the phone and dried away a tear,
He looked up toward the Heaven’s and said,
“I miss you so my dear.”

He went to a chair and put on the TV,
And changed the channels for something to see;
When all at once, he saw me standing there,
I thought he’d try to chase me but all he did was stare.

He said, “Hi you little critter … welcome to my home!
Now I feel much better for I am not alone.”

Well, that was a while ago
When all this came about,
And now I’m feeling awful …
They just carried his body out.

I have such wonderful memories,
He was such a gentle man;
I remember the dinners that we’d share,
As he fed me right out of his hand.

I never saw his children …
Well … not until today,
As they went through the entire house,
And carted things away.

I must go back into the streets
Where friends of mine still roam;
But I’ll miss the man who lived here,
For I made his house a home.