I am grateful for the trees…
my respect in life they’ve earned…
by teaching some of the many lessons
from nature I have learned.
From the trees I’ve learned to stand tall
and not be afraid to go out on a limb…
to bend in the wind…not break
even when the winds are grim..
I’ve learned to be content with my own beauty…
to welcome any wrinkles that accrue
and always….whatever stage of growth I’m at…
to stop,
look around…
Time is a river or so it is said
forever flowing to the sea
it knows where it goes
and with no guarantee
either sink or swim
in our own special way
we all test the waters
each and every day
there are some who do need a push
and they may lose or win
yet I will always go out on a limb
hold my head up and jump right in
without any second thoughts
unafraid to get my feet wet
altho' I can count on being caught by the current
there's no such thing as a safe bet
Everyone has their ups and downs
sometimes you win sometimes you lose
come to a crossroads there's no knowing
which is the best path to choose
funny how the way to work gets longer every day
while the road to you is shorter by a mile
it don't make me late it's not the job I hate
and thoughts of you always always make me smile
but about my boss there's really nothing nice to say
with his workers working hard at not working at all
my co-workers shirkers lurkers each and every one
but then I have you to look forward to
when the daily race is run
and the working day is done
everyone has their ins and outs
some days are good some days are bad
go out on a limb and there's no telling
it may be the best day you ever had
everyone wants a happy ending
and I look forward to our rendezvous
my heart knows which route to go
it only shows the road to you
Still hope we can cope
With the nope
Don’t give a damn plan
From that Tandoori tan
Obscene Tangerine dope
Jackanory Mandarin Man
That trope..like to be Pope
Go out on a limb..got the vim..scope
To make him of the grim...dim..whim..mope
Just give Mr Grope enough Rope
Opined women..a frump
If they mind.. some bump & grind
Half inching while pinching their rump
The darkness descends
Besotted with anything cosseted
Rotted or garrotted by design
But sign on the dotted line
Raise a 'Stein" of wine
Knaves..slaves.. saved
From the craze & blaze
Of this moral maze & haze
Extinguished by depraved waves
From distinguished graves
Denies his demise is nigh
Popularity sky high he lies
Bliss as the remiss abyss
Of hiss and diss ends
Thanks to a sly bit of
Wry Fab Four rapport
No not you say hello...but yes I say goodbye
Off with his head the French might have said
Cos we've read we'll get by instead
With a little help from his (dead) friends
Have always known my limitations
it's a fact that can't be missed
I'll always go out on a limb
and you're an attraction I can't resist
am I being reckless to gamble on such a crazy game
am I overconfident and like a moth to a flame
will I melt my wings
these and a thousand other things
will I crash and burn will I ever learn
always had my uncertainties
if I speak my mind to you
there's a danger in the air
you'll take and break my poor heart in two
am I flying too close
when the day is done
if I say, "I'm in love with you,"
am I flying too close to the sun?
Why do we do the things we do
of all the everything under the sun
why do all those crazy things can’t ever be undone
it's beyond belief if it's not one thing it's another
between you and me don't know why I bother
sometimes we slip stumble and fall
trip tumble and fumble the ball
that's the way the cookie crumbles
why do we say the things we say
when there's everything else instead
why use such stupid words can’t ever be unsaid
until you go out on a limb you’ll never know the view
it's nice from far but far from nice
true from far yet oh so far from true
when thunder rumbles here comes the rain
no umbrella soaking wet again
that's the way the cookie crumbles
why do we choose the things we do
with all the everything else to choose
why decide on pointless wrongs can't ever hope to use
it's beyond belief if it's not one thing then it's another
and sometimes it's both why do I even bother
be it ever-so humble as if that's not all
give it the gas and the car will stall
hey that's the way the cookie crumbles
Truth be told I’m afraid of your love
For you are deep as blue ocean
As vast as night skies above
Your eyes like magical potions
Chocolate pools waiting for my drool
And I can drown in them as a fool
I guess I feel like a kite in a fight with wind
Being approached by your passion
Which is like a teal tornado
How can what looks so scary be calming
I desire all of you even your storm
Your kisses and richness of magnetic charm
Your anger and even your inconsistency
Seem to charm my pink panties off me
I’m gonna go out on a limb
And say you got me roses for trim
Maybe it was more maybe less
Confess you feel something too I guess
What if this is just a fling
And I never learn anything
And what if I’m everything you need
And you’re everything for me
All I need is inspiration,
To write poetry every morning
As the sun is dawning.
All is I need is dedication,
To write poetry every evening,
And even when I’m sleeping.
All I need is my heart beating,
To write poetry with a passion,
In any style or fashion,
I write a poem on just a whim,
And go out on a limb,
I the beholder see beauty in everything.
I can write alliteration,
And careful of misinformation,
I write love poems with flirtation,
With careful deliberation,
Striving towards fair direction,
Love our poetic generation.
My muse eager to co-operate,
As we generate and contemplate,
And meaningfully corroborate.
Should I not be happy with my poem,
With its title, content, or a name,
I move to a process of elimination,
Poetry my passion and intoxication.
May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life
that have, for us, thus far accrued…
and to begin each day with a word of thanks…
and thoughts of gratitude.
Today I’m thankful for optimists….
yes, those who look on the bright side of life… I salute…
The ones who are never be afraid to go out on a limb
because they know…
that’s…where you usually find the fruit
Most children love climbing trees
The higher the tree
The more you can see
The farther up the tree you go,
The more your juices start to flow
Excitement mounts as you get high
Assorted birds go flying by
Busy birds have made their nest
To lay eggs for them to rest
Before it's time for them to hatch
Their mother looks for worms to catch,
To feed her growing baby chicks
Most children love to climb trees,
The higher you go, the more you see,
But some children are afraid
They see the dangers that outweigh
The thrill of climbing way up high
On a vast tree that touches the sky.
Most of us love all trees,
And appreciate the magnificence of all of these
Content to stand and stare
At a spectacle that we all can share
Most children love to climb trees,
The higher you go, the more you see
Some children climb halfway
And get stuck, and have to stay
Until someone can come and save
As they are not as brave
As those who start to climb on a whim,
And find they have to go out on a limb
Because that is where all the fruits are.
I am a poet, not a hero with great noble’s qualities,
The rivers and sea communication
is all about love and happiness the sea refuses no river
Yet they taught us how to hide our feelings.
You taught me well Mother Nature.
As innocent folks how much more can we take
From the outside world,
From the politicians, and our leaders
What are we really fighting for?
I always flick back to the Pied Piper Poem
What does it really mean personal charm?
Entices people to follow his/hers ways usually
End up disappointments or misfortunes
And if you owed the devil, you will lived to regrets
I will go out on a limb and asked
Did the world owed China?
Were innocent folks like myself at the bargaining table?
The river and sea communication
Is all about love and happiness the sea refuses no river:
Life
offers
diverse paths.
Travel wisely,
but sometimes dare to go out on a limb.
22.09.19
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“...we achieve true wholeness
by embracing our fragility...”
Jalaja Bonheim
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i had
no script
no actors
no stage
instead let me direct this life
my life
stage the words
add a subtle dramatic tone
with fragility
once the foundation is built
i'll work on emotional recall
work in the layers
does it sing
does it dance
does it make you think
does it make you feel
you can design the most beautiful building in the world
but with no structure it will not stand
for this one i start with the word
"I"
yup that’s a keeper
next go out on a limb
"Love"
it can't be all about me
so i finish
with "You"
yes you
‘what happens when you open your heart?,
your inner strength becomes an outer foundation.’
L-et Tuesday morning come,
I-n twenty-fourth January;
N-ight cold chill disappears,
D-awn erases the
A-gony.
B-lue water in the pool
O-pens the time for a swim;
H-aven't yourself gone
O-ut on a
L-imb.
“...we achieve true wholeness
by embracing our fragility...”
Jalaja Bonheim
i had
no script
no actors
no stage
instead let me direct this life
my life
stage the words
add a subtle dramatic tone
with fragility
once the foundation is built
i'll work on emotional recall
work in the layers
does it sing
does it dance
does it make you think
does it make you feel
you can design the most beautiful building in the world
but with no structure it will not stand
for this one i start with the word
"I"
yup that’s a keeper
next go out on a limb
"Love"
it can't be all about me
so i finish
with "You"
yes you
‘what happens when you open your heart?,
your inner strength becomes an outer foundation.’
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