How do you love me?
Let me state the ways...
you're there to lean on
in my darkest days,
you rock my world
but not my boat
and leave no stone unturned
to keep me afloat.
It's nice to know,
at the end of the day,
you're only
a stone's throw away,
and, no matter how near
or how far,
for me, you'll always be,
my very own rock star.
A stepping stone,
not a stumbling block,
my Uluru...
solid, you are my rock.
Tongue Tied in Clichés: A Blessing in Disguise
A blessing in disguise,
a double-edged sword—
a far cry from peace,
yet all in all,
at the drop of a hat
we reach for a ballpark figure,
beat around the bush,
break new ground,
burn the midnight oil.
By the book we cut to the chase,
play devil’s advocate,
fill the void with food for thought,
start from scratch,
then get cold feet.
Give the green light,
go down in flames,
hit the nail on the head,
find ourselves in over our head,
jump on the bandwagon,
keep something at bay,
leave no stone unturned.
Out of our depth,
past the point of no return,
we read between the lines,
take it with a grain of salt,
see only the tip of the iceberg—
until at last we throw in the towel.
The sound hits as ton of bricks
And see you flying off the ledge
The state of awe, emotions’ mix
It puts the soul on the edge
As if you found what you missed
Your whole life, in vain hunt
High notes foggy clear mist
While you get hit with something blunt
To grow wings on cloud nine
When life-long yearning satisfied
Those jolting voices are divine
Be drunk and happy and bug-eyed
Them words, they rip, caress and sting
They don’t leave no stone unturned
The fierce vibes of bowed strings
Leave one excited and upturned
Your mind cleansed, you are complete
Must listen times, what a song!
This tune is ever-so-sweet
Until the next one comes along
May 1, 2024
I am not a preacher!
I am not a preacher
Who preaches love and kindness
But when my pen and paper collide
They leave no stone unturned
And no life unchanged.
I am not a doctor
With a stethoscope dangling in the neck
But when words runs through my fingertips
They mend broken hearts
And heal wounded souls.
I am not a sergeant
With a badge of dazzling stars
I am not a soldier
With a precarious weapon on the shoulder
But a pen that scribes in bold
Let there be peace
I am not a pilot
But let the young men and women
Be inspired to fly high
For the only limit is the sky
I am not a preacher,
I say l am not a preacher
But l shall speak to the discourteous world
The ethos of life.
A dear come back, a goat returned
I swore I'd leave no stone unturned
I would search on glade and forest
And hope that God would do the rest
April 1, 2024, SPC, PST
Blindful, mindful you
partake of yourself blissful
leave no stone unturned
time is all he has
how little no one knows
the end is near
of that he is reminded daily
he sings the blues
for anyone who’ll listen
imagining scenarios where
he’s in love and life is sweet
hallucinations swirl inside his head
as pain killers of every color take effect
between imaginary and surreal
life floats unfettered
the blues his only lover
he sings as best as loud he can
meandering the path alone
down towards the great unknown
countless hours down the hourglass
he ponders the many questions deep
those of life and death
but mostly about meaning
tears in the night
strumming his old guitar
the flow of memories streaming
bound to leave no stone unturned
Read on air by invitation ~ July 28, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC"
AP: 2nd place 2022
Dawn breaks…
over the horizon in a thin, frail line
my large snout presses downward
upon the ragged earth
I am on the hunt
absorbed in my task
scanning and searching
for that elusive scent
that is in my wake.
Like a great detective
I leave no stone unturned
I am proud of my prodigious nose
finely tuned, precise as a compass
I can detect the rarest of scents
I probe to follow that unique smell
to find what is lost...
it is the zenith of my existence.
What, ho! Now, the scent!
My body trembles with the thrill of discovery!
Onward, I go, with eager anticipation
I will not stop until I reach my destination.
Alas, my determination pays off
my master sees the end in sight...
I do not understand his sudden sadness
how he draws back
at the scene set before him.
As I nuzzle close to my master
his salty tears drench my face
my doleful eyes seem to comfort him
as we huddle together
underneath the dry, hot sun.
If you burdened down with care
And all trace of hope seems gone
Would you take it all to Jesus
Rest in his loving arms
Just give it all to him
Leave no stone unturned
For He is waiting for you
To give him your concerns
Oh what a friend we have in Him
He sees He knows He cares
And he is more than willing
To all your burdens bare
He wants to hear from you
And all that’s on your heart
Just whisper Lord please help me
That’s an awesome place to start
My missing gloves turned up today
(Good thing – I was distraught)
Inside the pockets of a jacket
I forgot I bought.
The lesson of this incident
Is that we really ought
To leave no stone unturned
Until we find what we have sought.
A search that’s merely cursory
Will yield, as wisdom’s taught,
A disappointing outcome,
All your efforts come to naught.
But diligence will show results
That laziness has fought,
So “seek and ye shall find” remains
A wise and prescient thought.
you better hold on
your in for a ride
keep your legs and arms in this magic carpet
you and me
we're going to find ourselves
leave everyone behind
explore the depths of our love within the dark of night
we'll soar high, move every mountain leave no stone unturned
into the morning we'll fly on this magic carpet ride
so you better hold on i don''t want to lose you my love
karen croft
Invoke in me a sense of wonder
One last time before I leave
Rip this tempered soul asunder
Leave no stone unturned to grieve
In time our hearts grow hard and cold
Disappointment takes its toll
Dreams of grandeur fail and fold
No legacy to bestow
A thousand faces I have seen,
Friends and foes that I have known
Lives full of hope and fervent dreams
Remembered now only in poems
Invoke in me a sense of wonder
Not despair and shattered dreams
One more time to rage in thunder
From the cliffs with valiant screams
(Stoic)
A long queue of stones
From gemstones to kidney stones.
Sandwiched among them
Are men of rubies who leave no stone unturned.
Emerald men with big brains
Might be just a stone throw away’
Some pebbles lie stoned out on the way.
Burdens of tons are borne by boulder men
Who bring up dream like projects.
Bladder stones are shown no mercy,
They are flushed or crushed.
Tucked away in secret vaults,
Displayed to entice, or strewn all around
As anyone’s pick, stones are legion.
‘What stone I would like to be’ follows
‘Where and of what use I would be’.
Chasing my dreams I leave no stone unturned
and I reach for the stars even if the sun burns.
No holds barred, I tug myself forward
with unbounded strength, like a ship moving shoreward.
An everlasting love for life
I pull through bad times causing strife.
Limitless patience for I live in LA
Waiting is part of my everyday.
Infinite thoughts fill my head
I become ADD when my plate is too spread.
Eternally I will prevail
For I breathe in positive and then exhale.
( For Limitless contest)
Sincerity is hardly in an abundant quantity in our world
the blunderers and wonderers are deserted the direction hurled
Lost aimless looking to be painless seared in their fragile state
by promise makers and mockers and takers until it is too late
They hope, cope, mope and feel roped while facing a reality
robbed of peace and tranquility
Searching and asking, yearning while acting out this game called life
with the scenes that repeat like a thundering heartbeat consumed with horrific strife
Puppets get tangled and wrangled and mangled by the puppeteer
who's careless and cares less. Verbose? Yes, but truth uncovers fears and tears
The haystack is monumental, yet the needle miniscule hidden under eternal straw sticks
The hay is rough and in irritating tufts. It blocks the gleam that's within. It's a glow like fire
on a burning wick.
Coal is a very dark stark mark of what exists if not burned
Ageless means stage less void of undiscovered value. Leave no stone unturned
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