The elements of the heavens above
Where the birds go swaying and dipping down
And the clouds mist their way along the sky
There the dark sky shrouds the moon with a gown
In awe I spread my arms just to accept
The nature of the clouds and the cool air
Beams of white light coming out from the moon
Adds to the serenity that’s out there
I hold out my hand to receive a drop
A drop of dew from the heavens above
Tenderly I kiss it and fill my soul
Makes me want to fly with the birds I love
The highest point of the sky before space
Is where I end up, looking at the stars
No other beauty compares to this trip
I slowly fall back amongst the briars
I live meagerly here on this vast Earth
Then I fly again amongst the great clouds
I often go see with the birds up high
Joyously live my days with all that’s proud
O'er tempest,soars the
eagle with wings
stretching towards the
Up the sky,a figure
with outstretched wings
battling the turbulent
wind and frowning sun.
Soaring like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
Gliding like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
Mistaken for an eagle
in the sky-never an eagle.
Utter's sound as the
eagle-never an eagle.
under a stormy wind.
For paid price-loss of
The works of mother-
nature can never be out-
dated or equalled.
Frog-men under sea
and frogs in the waters
can bear witness.
As the first rays of sunshine
wakes me out of my sleepy slumber,
I sat up in bed and looked at my hands.
The taste of stale cigarette smoke of cheap red wine
stained my taste buds.
I walked out of bed,
turned on the radio
(to the classical station)
and my heart beats to the tune
my life and soul smile as the sun shines in my room.
I hear God whispering in my ear
I hear all the words of the world
talking to me,
and I can hear my heart sing a little.
I read my poetry,
get dressed go for a walk,
I smile at the faces that I pass;
The cars I pass,
the dry lawns,
burnt and that have not been watered in days.
I smile at them and they all smile back,
and my heart sings a little,
and I dance to its simple tune.
My heart sings and I dance too:
rapid jazz and swing music
and waltzes to the chopin masterpieces,
and the romantic stories, novels, the poems,
that fancy your mind with its ryhme schemes,
and after I read such romantic beauty
I smile, and I listen closely to my heart,
and with every beat,
it lets out a verse or two, from a familiar song
that caught my ear on the radio,
and my heart sings
and I smile,
and the world smiles back.
Feeling such beauty
love and romance
it is such a good feeling to live with;
and as the night rolls on,
and the sun goes away
I sit at my desk
with a cigarette slowly burning away with time,
and I am stuck,
getting drunk of red wine,
I sit back in my chair,
and listen to my heart,
and he sings alittle
and I can write again.
So, there we sit together,
to the strike of nine
and we both sing songs of love and romance
On the beauty of the river
Oh, the beauty of that river!
It’s like I’ve never seen
Just looking from my chalet door
Oh, what a lovely scene
On this cool morn the silent river
Reflects the many hues
As the sun shines down on the Tingle threes
Creating wondrous views
No artist could have painted better
That river shines so bright
As sparling gems of wondrous power
Do give my eyes delight
And greens and blues, and misty hues
Shone out in mystic power
A magic glow within my heart
Does turn into a flower.
As little wrens of gentle blue
Do twitter in the grass
Two ducks sit down here by my feet
And as the moments pass
I thrill them with a simple tune
As that river flows on by
To touch my heart with a gentle tug
As soul, with joy does cry
26 JULY 2013 @ 1426hrs
This poem is for the Beauty contest.
The things I love
I love, me, the sun in the morning
I love me the moon in the night
I love all he flowers in the meadows
Oh, everything gives me delight
And I love my Vera Rosina
I love everything about her
She’s got everything that I’ll ever need
She beautiful, comes from a one only breed.
I love how the trees reach to Heaven
I love how they dance with the breeze
I love all the birds in the treetops
I love how my life gives me ease
But I tell you, my Vera Rosina
She’s a wonderful, wonderful girl
She makes me feel pure, she makes me feel whole
Whenever I’m with her I come from my soul.
My life is a wonderful, wonderful space
For I have my Vera, a girl with such grace
I have known her forever, and I love her still
I worship my lady and I always will
I love me that power in the heavens
I love how I love my sweet life
Oh, I love my Vera Rosina
She’s my perfect, and beautiful wife.
11 June 2014 @ 0424hrs.
That birdie was singing a beautiful song
I pretended it was for me
The notes played like a musical flute
Its melody a symphony
I looked around that little bird
Sitting in an evergreen tree
What could make it sing like that?
Was it really singing for me?
Manna fell from heaven
As breadcrumbs found their way
And the birdie sang even louder
It had something it wanted to say
To live in the moment
And appreciate this gift
I look at the birdie
And my soul it does lift
For even heaven knows the birdie
Its every need and care
It worries not for tomorrow
It appreciates the breeze - the air
I want to be the birdie
Singing a beautiful song
Let me remember this moment
May it live ever long
take my hands
and I'm still here
and I go into your chest
after all you have left.
and I do it just as light banishes darkness
with incomprehensible drained for fear
and do not know why.
What am I to say to you dear sweet Jim
You have chased me away and now I am gone
But what about you broken by your promises
To me it's a sad old song, you've been gone for way to long
I doubt you knew, fondly whispered memories- same old song
For me there is and will be nothing left to do
You could never now complete the man I knew
The words were clear I was left in the shadows now with out you
Same old memories same old you I cried untill heavens turned blue
I am not ready for challenge I will not play the game
I am still hurt from the memories, hiding from the pain
Embarrassed becasue I am left standing here this way
Alone because of a man whose arms I have held so long
Caught burying worries and facing all the blame
But what about you, forgive yourself and start again
You'll be the same old guy to all of them