I got out of bed
In the middle of the night
My time is not my own
I do the tasks
That are required of me
My own sleep I do disown.
From one task to another
I go from room to room
Making sure everything is alright
I’m doing my best
And often I get it wrong
But sometimes I get it right.
Full-time job
On top of that
The foundations are about to crack
I do my best
With what I have
No time to take a nap.
But at night
I take flight
And my mind visits distant lands
My heart breaks out
In artistic scraps
Which I write with my crippled hand.
I do not begrudge
My lot in life
It is what it is, I know
But my poems and muse
Keep my “feet” moving
Leading me on the path to home.
*Fiction
You looked at me and I saw it in your eyes
You handed me a rose, as the scent spread
Just what I saw and I looked away instead
As if strength from your feelings met skies
You took my hand, leading me on a walk
Along a quiet path, that seemed to be ours
I could hold your comfortable hand for hours
Sun shined, as we listened to each other talk
The birds sang from the trees, music to hear
As if they knew in every step love is on the way
We laughed out loud, we had so much to say
Then we turned the corner with a gazebo near
You led my step with confidence onto the floor
Time seemed to stop as we began to dance
I felt your heart beating stronger than romance
At the end of the path I knew this is for evermore
Heidi Sands
3/2/26
(C)opyright
My umbrella was wet,
So they gave me a bag.
A wet floor at the gym
Would be kind of a drag.
It was still coming down
When I left, so I tugged
My umbrella from where
In my bag it was snugged.
Once at home, it dried out,
But the cover was lost,
Leading me on a search
Of the streets I had crossed.
It was there on the walk,
Looking wet and forlorn,
But it didn’t look dirty
Or muddy or torn.
It’s now hanging to dry,
Reunited, I’m glad,
With my favorite umbrella
That I’ve ever had.
No more left behind,
God leading me on the way;
Calling me forward:-
Impatiently I wait, can't you feel my ache?
Dragging on, this longing’s a heavy weight.
Do you mock me, think me a clown?
A jester's jest, just to keep you crowned?
Looking down from your throne so high,
Leading me on with a teasing sigh.
Knowing I'm here, a pawn in your game,
Yet still, foolishly, I remain the same,
Stuck in place, waiting for the King’s move.
Silly, hopeless, little me,
My play’s invisible to your eyes,
But my foolery is evident for everyone to see,
Waiting, hoping, yearning to be,
Noticed by you, my king, please let me be…
"The Bravest Thing I Have Seen"
The bravest thing I have seen is that of
my mother's love.
It is a courageous thing and a love that's strong, that lets me sing.
It's a love that stands up tall and proud.
A love that never lets me down.
Her love is a brave endeavor that never wavers or wavers.
It's a love that knows no boundaries and never loses its soundness.
Her love is a courageous force that helps me find our course.
Her love is like a shield protecting me from the world's harsh yield.
It's a love that can withstand any storm and keep me safe from any harm.
My mother's love is like a beacon leading me on when I feel weak and shaken.
It's a love that never falters or fails and helps me through life's darkest trails.
Her love is like a fortress, a mountain, unbreakable and certain.
It's a love that can withstand any blow and keep me safe, no matter where I go.
Her love is like a guiding star, shining bright, no matter where I am.
It's a love that never dims or fades.
A love that helps me through life's trade.
©® Coker Favour A.
I hover outside the fringes of a distant crowd
a soft disquiet looming beyond the darkness
the moons of Jupiter sucking me into a shroud.
I choose to be pleasantly placid this moment
my eyes fixed at the faint glow of sunset
I will not be choked up in passions that torment.
Melding into an intimacy with the gathering dusk
I feel a chill leading me on a treacherous path
into a garden teeming with hyacinth and musk.
I fantasize a gnome will appear unpredictably
to make murky forecasts in its nave of shadows -
of a stilted, pained future in a poignant tragedy.
Shifting sounds of ocean waves unsettle me -
although clouds are churning under a windswept sky
I cling to the splendor of a serene life to set me free.
@jjote022624
From the day when young
I thought I could do no wrong.
Was contented lived my life.
Never knowing the meaning
of strife.
As I got older saw things
with new eyes.That is when
I realized.
I had itchy feet never staying long
always looking for that some one.
I was a traveler a free spirit
looking for the greener grass
hoping it would last.
What I found was barren earth
my curiosity leading me on
disappointed in that some one.
Looking new to sow it was
she I got to know.
A breathtaking view
some one new.
Time was short
we did our best
deep down knowing
it could not last.
As the ground disappeared
from view.
Replaced by clouds
I was left thinking
secretly wishing
I could stay too.
What once felt like a magic, now feels like a lie
As I uncover the truth, a tear falls from my eye
Your love was a mirage, an illusion I chased
And to find out it was fake, leaves me feeling misplaced
Like a child with a toy, you played with my heart
Toying with my emotions, you were so slick from the start
Leading me on with lies
As I'm left picking up the pieces, picking up the ties
Your agenda was selfish, your intentions was unclear
You kept your true intentions so very near
My heart now broken, by the love that you fake
And it will take time to realise this on my own timetable fate
In the end, my love proved true
But yours fell short, beneath my view
So here's to moving on, finding new love.
Thank you for the morning sun
Thank you for the stars and moon
Thank you for the peaceful hope
… the inspiration, the joy, the love
Thank you for the laughter and grace
Thank you for the winds of change
Thank you for the silence of the night
… the music of such glorious insight
Thank you for the miracle of life
Thank you for the wonder of sight
Thank you for the raindrop and dew
… the whisper of a kindness so true
Thank you for giving me Your SON
Thank you for delivering me from doubt
Thank you for stirring my heart to give
… the faith that reassures me YOU LIVE!
Thank you, God… for everything You are
For faith, hope and love – the mystery of grace
The abundance of peace that You spread in my path
… leading me on, through the darkness –
To your embrace – to your healing, your support
The victory that comes from believing in your SON!
Never believing that I was deceiving myself
(I guess it must have been a dream)
That I could ever be the man I thought I’d be
And not the man I am today.
Living and loving
With life ever leaving me
Ever leading me on
Through life.
I’d have taken time to be someone
But that time is gone,
And I am left here, now, alone,
With nought to carve upon my stone.
© Barry Freeman - 11th February 2017
Jennifer
Jennifer is a moo cow
Leading me on
Said she was a lady boy
Show me I said
No she dared reply
Suck my duck!
We had a big row
I nailed her to a wall
Stripped her naked
To see all her bits
There was a lot of her
Doing this and that
I had some fun
Enjoying the day
Body on a door
Before I go to jail
LIZARD SNAIL 124K
Nick Armbrister and other writers
Sun goes down until twilight hours of dawn
under the light of a corner street lamp.
A performance stage, casts, leading me on.
Awestruck audience at the fickle vamp.
Pacing back and forth in high-heels to heat
every wink of the night, vain, among men;
I snap, pop my gum and tap as my feet
meet the pavement again-again-again.
A star, in the oldest known profession
as old as time in cobalt lambent light.
Easily drapery falls, no question
with fascination in an endless night.
Under the folds of satin and night skies,
my Prince Charming forevermore, my prize.
1/17/2019
Poetry Contest: Movie Magic
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
Pretty Woman, Julia Roberts
You fooled me because you had my heart and full attention leading me on and had me eating out the palm of your hands I believed everything you said but now I can't tell that you were just pretending you practiced for this role before or you've learned well from past experiences playing games that I thought only kids played manipulating me knowing darn well what you were doing using me to fill that void or until you come across your next crash dummy that had more to offer or just revenge for what you felt before the punishment of your ex I'm enduring but I admit I defeats you got me babe you're good at what you do!
Prince of Poetry
You fooled me because you had my heart and full attention leading me on and had me eating out the palm of your hands I believed everything you said but now I can't tell that you were just pretending you practiced for this role before or you've learned well from past experiences playing games that I thought only kids played manipulating me knowing darn well what you were doing using me to fill that void or until you come across your next crash dummy that had more to offer or just revenge for what you felt before the punishment of your ex I'm enduring but I admit I defeats you got me babe you're good at what you do!
Prince of Poetry
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