The river winds just around the bend
I can't wait to see the majestic mountains
Made by God's precious hands
The sky is full of billowy clouds
Like cotton in the palm of my hand
Lord send down Your Spirit
Where hearts and minds then collide
Bless me with all of Your favor
Never from You will I ever hide
I see the meadow just below me
Oh my feet have left the ground
I now know God's calling me
And now I'm heaven bound
Holiday Acrostic
Holiday joy, may it always remain to be yours!
Old-fashioned, fun-loving, cuddly, sleigh-ride tours.
Lots of hot apple cider, in mugs filled with happiness to drink!
It's the most holy birthday of The Christ Child!
Do attend Church, do be meek and mild.
Anticipate, family and dearest friends, at your door.
Yuletide greetings, be yours~Christmas is just around the bend!
12/10/2024
Second class carriage, in the second class train,
Second class passengers all shuffling their feet,
Trains late again as they walk through the rain,
Train company says there is no need to explain.
Work, work we just need to get to work,
Mustn't be late, we can't be seen to shirk,
Money, money just got to make money,
The more that I make means more for the tax man to take.
The train stopped again, it's the wrong type of rain,
Stare out the window, there's that man walking his dog again,
The station is literally just around the bend, if I could get off I would be there in seconds,
But at least it's dry in here so I will sit tight I reckon.
it's winter now
The leaves have fallen
it's getting colder
the sun comes out
although a lot less bolder.
I walk outside
and I close my eyes
breathe in the smell
of the fireplace fires.
We barely had the turkey done
when the stores
hung their garland
saying Christmas had begun.
With a new year
just around the bend
I'm thinking of resolutions
like mini solutions
hoping to keep them
in the end.
Workweek grinds to an end
Holy Sabbath just around the bend
Ring up the last sale, turn the key in the door
Enter a dimension where your spirit can soar
"a new theme song"
always in the darkest of moments there remains life
breathing and beating with fallen angels holding on
carrying grace silently with unseen tears and alone
doing what they do best showing their painted face
every emotion tucked away and hidden so far away
forgetting the loss of life and oneself yet still
glowing outwardly in the center of untrained eyes
hoping until the sphere of light magically shines
grasping desperately to worthy wishes and dreams
in this journey traveled words are never spoken
jealously has no meaning for the chosen ones yet
kites are ready to fly within winds and blue skies
lifting inner peace restoring life to amazing souls
meanwhile yesterday remains because of its truth as
new days new beginnings are just around the bend
only if walls could talk would it set angels free
proving what lies ahead is being whispered while
recalling life of yesterday and the dried heart
suddenly a new day echoing a new theme song
tells fallen angels to hold on believe and breathe
SkyWatcher
08-11-23
Interstate routes
Endless road
Highway travel the threshold
On and off ramp
Distances being miles
Listening to music while
Once and a while rest stop
Sometimes rain could fall on car top
Highways to anywhere and any major city or town
The map is showing where you are bound
Highways everywhere
There’s always a beware
Hitchhikers all on the road
Keep driving
You don’t know who they are
They could have a criminal history
Not knowing could be your mystery
Highways are often called Turnpike or Freeway
Freedom to explore
Sightseeing with a observe
Embracing a beautiful morning sunrise
The start of energize
A need to travel
Perfect get away
Journey into relaxation
That’s a way to spend a vacation
Just rest
Soak up the effect
The highways are everyone’s friend
From beginning to end.
A hearty good morning my friends
The rest of my life is just around the bend
Seems just like yesterday
With a rattle I played
Now use a walker still fall on my end
"let it rain"
let it rain if emotions clear
allow the pour until life shines
rainbows are just around the bend
with every storm the sun is near
follow the path and its outlines
the grace of peace will transcend
rain and her pours forever sustain
SkyWatcher
06-09-23
The future will forever be unknown
Predicting what lies just around the bend
There are so many variables
Can ever be a stretch of the imagination
To be imagined or be foreseen
It's just not part of the human condition
Oh well some things in life
Are just not meant to be
The colour of grass the leaves on the trees
Varying shades of green
The sky being a cerulean blue
It makes the world such a beautiful place
When the leaves start falling off all the trees,
When pumpkin-flavored everything is starting to be sold,
When the weather has dropped several degrees,
The stories of autumn will never grow old.
When pumpkin-flavored everything is starting to be sold,
You know that Halloween is just around the bend.
The stories of autumn will never grow old,
And the joy of the season is never pretend.
You know that Halloween is just around the bend,
When everyone starts wearing sweaters in town
And the joy of the season is never pretend.
When fall comes around, there is never a frown.
When everyone starts wearing sweaters in town,
It is a sign that summer is over, and autumn is here.
When fall comes around, there is never a frown;
After all, it is the best season of the year.
Lost in the depths of my mind
So many doors I could choose
Valleys and peaks
Make me shiver and weep
Paralyzed by indecisiveness, fear, and lack
Wanting for someone to pick up my slack
Energy low, you can tell by my flow
I’m searching for clarity
My light is dim, it’s hard to see
My eyes seem to adapt in the dark
He’s hearing my plea
Hope is close, just around the bend
Strength is here, always my friend
When it seems I’m all alone,
No where really to call home
Overwhelmed with each what if or how
Just know nothing can keep me down
I’ll find a way, I always do
I’ve been here before
This same door, this same floor
I will figure it out and feel peace once again
I’m built to be resilient
Get up, make a move
This is what it is to be young
You have nothing to lose
Any choice will be the right one
I think of summertime as an old friend,
for it’s when school let out and I could play!
Just like a young girl, still I hate its end.
I know that summer’s just around the bend
when warmer days begin in early May.
I think of summertime as an old friend.
I long for days when at the pool I’d spend
my time with pals. In sun’s gold rays I lay!
Just like a young girl, still I hate its end.
On that vacation yearly I’d depend
for carefree days that left me no dismay.
I think of summertime as an old friend.
I always wished so badly to extend
those happy times that each fall went away.
Just like a young girl, still I hate its end.
Romantic August poetry I’ve penned.
I’d go back to those nights with no delay!
I think of summertime as an old friend.
Just like a young girl, still I hate its end.
Aug. 23, 2022
For L. Milton Hankins' First Person Villanelle Poetry Contest
Autumn always tends to make me relax and unwind.
I’m not sure what it is, but I can’t get enough.
Maybe it’s the beauty that is so rare to find
That entices me when the world can be so rough.
Now, that my friend Winter is just around the bend,
I won’t be seeing Autumn for almost a year.
After three months with her, nine months alone I will spend,
Missing her warmth until, again, I can hold her near.
Maybe a short love affair with the comfort of Spring,
Where we share lazy, breezy days and the smell of rain.
But, just when I begin to enjoy the love she brings,
Her mood becomes stormy and her clouds completely drain.
So, I prepare for my whirlwind romance with Summer.
She is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
I always love the warmth of my favorite lover.
Basking in her love is the best place I can be.
The rose and the thorn,
from mother, we're torn.
The future lies on,
the past lies so long.
The hawk and pheasant,
the moon in crescent.
The stolen lightning,
the odd sky sighting.
Robotic mankind,
with a godless mind.
Then comes the black hat,
he knows where it's at.
A silvery tongue,
to enslave the young.
The wall and the brick,
the clocks heartless tick.
Then the cosmic sign,
of justice divine.
Just around the bend,
to rise and ascend.
The man that's to be,
falls on bended knee.
The fall of the fist,
the serpents' last hiss.
The fate of mankind,
the contract was signed.
The Flight of The Dove,
The Power of Love!
date:6-15-22
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