While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.
Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel,
And so before it I choose to kneel.
I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.
I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.
I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.
My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012
My knees were the things that
kept me up and my skin is my
cutting board my eyes are the
rain clouds to the fire running
down my arms and my heart is
the fire place that keeps me
burning so calm
Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013
The winds of March have tried their best,
To prepare the field for play,
But the ground has not yet dried,
of the melted snows of winter.
Puddles wait where runners slide,
And where the batter stands,
No grass grows where the infield plays,
And sparse is the turf where the outfield roams.
No lines or poles to relate fair to foul,
Or screens to block missed throws,
Nor walls to cause a caromed ball,
Or to impede a home run’s flight.
No groundskeepers to make things neat,
Or bleachers from which to cheer,
Nor umps to shout their balls and strikes,
Or dugouts from which to taunt.
But when the mud is dried and cracked,
And the grass has turned to green,
Players return to recover skills,
Held captive by winter’s cold.
Nothing fancy, not major league,
Just a game of ball to be played,
And the field, now ready, responds to all,
With fun and hits and errors.
Jerry Troiano 12-12-15
Copyright © Jerry Troiano | Year Posted 2015
This Blue Moon..
This moon is hypnotizing , this moon knows all Truth and lies
it is a rare moon and filled with questions asked
luminous clouds weaving through , knowing all through existence
showing me there is yet true love in the mist
who else has been captured by the Magic that surrounds this Blue Moon tonight ~
pure light and magic that pulls on your soul , instinctively, when called you will go
with all senses enhanced, romancing you
all that you know
it controls the waters at Sea, as though it instructs all sea life
speaking to the dolphins' and lighting the oceans glow
telling the night owl too take flight and hunt ~
showing a white Owl for the first time seen
this moon is speaking , listening to all prayers
there is more around us, more then the finest of wise Men know
Look at this moon tonight
Tell me now what the truth is
This Blue Moon ..it knows.
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
baseball, bird, change, childhood, games, holiday, lost,
“Seasonal Walks in the Park!”
A walk in the park after a springtime morning rainfall
Is to hear the droplets fall from bent branches overhead
That can shock and moisten one’s brow walking below
And make note on the many water stains spotting the lanes
The grasses have turned into rich shiny green blades
Water drops remaining give individual blades sparkle
And soon the lawns will need to be mowed often
And made and kept ready for park picnics and games
The dissolving clouds open gaps for sun rays piercings
Adding sunbeam warmth down on upturned faces
The sun-warm breezes will temp visitors to carry their coats
And others perhaps persuaded in removing their shoes and socks
Some will have their feet dampened on the grass from droplets of dew
As they venture and tread about the newly showered lawns
The blades of grass will squeak when running shoes tramp through
And if recently cut than grass blades will stick between bared toes
Spring’s love potion is inhaled and felt by all touring about
Seasoning desires for familiarity towards the fairer sex
From past haunts of pleasantly spent park delights
Where wooing couples will be affected to a time stand still
The early morning rainbow has faded and day’s clear skies are imminent
The air fresh from receding mists mingle heavenly and tweak the nose
Dew worms break through and inch their way along above ground
Turning out from under the now soft rain moistened soil
This stirs the well-known smell of earth worms movements
And birds sing out invitations for all to join in this feed
Mother birds will return and hungry hatchlings will have first kills
And fathers will be released then of their nest guard duties for this share
All daytime and nighttime visitors will become love-struck
In their search for springtime’s romancing love calls to one another
The park comes awake to the frenzy and welcomes young and old
To meet, greet, and form new and old friendships offered all around
The park's excitement is truly felt when a love-knot becomes first tied
Crawling babies born from previous spring time passions will be noted
They will learn the high-step toddle soon enough bringing them to romp
Once they have experienced that first feel of having to crawl on prickly grass
Young voices are heard mingling along with loud hand claps
All friendly ‘high-fives’ are brandied about within the new met groups
This is an all- time game ritual passed between friendships bonding
All this showmanship will form new team players for ball-park games
The ice-rink’s wooden forms are being removed and taken away for another year
Memories of skating parties last held are brought to surface
The recall of being half frozen and then thawed
When invited to sip a mug of hot chocolate steaming and full-bodied
A freshly painted baseball diamond will replace the rink area now
This ball field will bring many ball park players to home-plate
While proving to others they are ‘out of bounds’
Their devotion to play after school and during holidays is well kept
The flapping and snapping of new kites sound overhead
Straining their ties against the cruel breezes putting them down
Watchers walking about are made to feel free
The breezes jostle skirt and pant legs to tease about
Children are held clasped in grown-up hands to hold them fast
Their first walk about in the park has been a long time put on hold
Even the elderly are childlike and have a bounce given to their step
Walking around the park’s perimeter evolves a lifetime’s returning event
A seasonal change brings about new and different facades to the parkland
And they never fail to have a special allure to draw all outdoors
No matter what the weather call that day or night will bring
Walkers are in want of fresh-air walks found in the park grounds
And dogs always have to reacquaint themselves to the lay of the parkland
Their bones need burying for great hunts in all seasons to become lost and found
They love to leave their markings on pure white snow banks as calling cards
The park sees all and sees to all that visit and never will tell tales of any kind!
Copyright © Diane M Quinlan | Year Posted 2015
If I had to live a day without you in my life
it would be like Living without the warmth of the Golden sunshine and light,
It would always be a rainy day without you
Blue skies that are clear and bright
Would be out of sight only
Grey clouds and storms in view
Without a dear and special friend like you.
A colourful and cheerful rainbow
Would simply not exist if you were not
Apart of my life.
You Bring me Laughter, Sunshine,
Warmth and Light making my
Life a pleasure and Real Delight adding sunny
Happy hours and filling all my days
With warm hot rays of summer sunshine and showers of love and
I want you in my Life Always.
Copyright © Triston Ross | Year Posted 2013
Chicken is nice
But I enjoy something with a little more spice
I looked at my head and I looked at my toe
I thought, "Dang I need myself a sloppy joe"
I went to Mcdonalds but all they have are burgers and fries
I wanted to leave but I really hate goodbyes
They came to take my order and I yelled, "I'll just take a sloppy"
They got a menu and went and made a copy
They told me they didn't have that here
So I just told them to bring me out a beer
They then said they also didn't have that dear
And I told her that she better stop being a queer
So finally after an hour of complaining
I left because it was getting a little draining
So I went home to bake my own dang joe
I couldn't find any meat so I cooked an old dang crow
Finally I got to eat
A sloppy joe is the best kind of meat
Copyright © Sloppy Joe | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
Always drip the sauce delicately over a tiger barm. Creases are crevasses. Don't look up or down then. Falling is not a fail or a cross. It is purely the pulling of carts over many many miles and many moons can be marked on a stick to the sky. Trees can float past at great speeds. How marvellous. How enchanting. How beautiful. And I would like a fully working pig that oinks. Not quacks. Or moos. Or baas. Pecking is the forte forte of a chicken. But watch out. For if they belch the ground shakes so much that the sky falls in. Lemon peel can be utilised for strong sails. And a biscuit can be recycled to create a sturdy helm. Leaning on the stock is very very good. But stockings made from iron are very very heavy. And too militarized. When and if a seagull comes to visit. Dress it up in a nice fashion. Complete with a smart round hat. Ignore the phone calls from wind tunnels. They are a waste of time. And zero waste is like watching salmon paste drying in a hole. Savouring sweeping swooshing seeking stem. And a mild mannered imaginative hawk on a jetty. Having a snooze. Wake not a walk. Behave appropriately with a bean burger. Xxx bounce xxx book xxx circular charismatic calibration circus circles. Xxx meteorological xxx ha moon xx x under pin. Xxx nautical cuckoo xxxx z. And now all balance on trapezes thousands of feet above. Xxx ha ha ha xxxxx. 93% of a dramatic performance xxxx. Vibrational xxx. Cake. Z.
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
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Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016
My troubles dim over time.
As I age everything gets well.
I wrote my previous story in a letter for people to tell.
In the end everything did end swell.
Eventually my troubles all die.
Copyright © teddy BArnabas | Year Posted 2016
My passion is burning with hate.
I dislike the environment I am in.
Perhaps it is the surrounding.
It may be the results of my past sins.
I show a strong resentment with dis-taste
Copyright © teddy BArnabas | Year Posted 2016