The sun is shining bright
With warm and heav’nly light
All I can do is lift my arms and breathe
The damp air smells of green
The sky is clearest blue
And at long last the winter’s chill recedes
Tag: iambic meter
The works of humankind
Let none who list’n to music grand—
And none who love to read—
And none who gaze on paintings fine—
And none who clap for dance—
Let not one of them look upon
The works of humankind
And tell you that a man cannot
Move mountains with his hands.
Married to mundane
Without a sound
With peaceful calm
The conscious shifts beyond this mortal plane
That life is true
As so is this
Celestial marriéd to mundane
3/3/2021 – Your smile
I walked without a sound
Went down a lonely street
And who there should I meet
But you
I quieted my lips
I opened up my ear
So better could I hear
Your voice
And though it’s been a while
You are beside me yet
With Fate I’ve won a bet
So ev’ry day I get to see your smile
3/2/2021 – Stories
For what do fantasies and tales
Exist, their characters and songs
Persist, if not to fill us all
With harmonies and histories and joyful music playing in our minds?
Sonnet 13 – Partner
I once went walking on a starless night
And found myself completely, wholly lost
As shadows twisted off the edge of sight
And strange and fright’ning sounds did me accost
I thought to turn around and find my way
By following the footprints I had left
But hidden with the ground they did then lay
And I was there alone, of route bereft
But in a sudden burst there came a star
The brightest light that ever I had seen
Though I had walked and travelled oh so far
It brought me close, a place I’d not yet been
And since that day she shines e’er in my eyes
And darkness cannot drown me ‘neath the skies
Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like
Sometimes I wonder who I could become
Sometimes I wonder if it could be done
Sometimes I wonder what I could achieve
If I were a Tyrannosaurus rex
Inspired by children everywhere.
Give me the sky
Give me a sky
Of bright blue
With puffy clouds
A blinding sun
Give me a sky
Of deep black
With pinprick lights
A pallid moon
Give me a sky
Of dark grey
With lightning white
A heavy rain
Give me a sky
Of thick orange
With spots of red
A setting sun
Give me the sky
Into the eyes of stars
Into the eyes of stars I look this night
And with a kiss, in me awakes a fire
As we do smile and dance here in the sky
I could, I must, I will voice my desire
My wife bought me a “poetry set” of fridge words, and I came up with this, as you can see in the picture. A very happy weekend to all.
Words of many shapes and kinds
When I connect the paper with my pen
I often find my hands have their own minds
And quicker than my tongue, my hands are then,
In painting words of many shapes and kinds
A Poem A Day 