Sitting here,I dream
Those Summer days of my youth,
Life was slower then -
Holidays,so full of sun
Time, just drifted by,
Daylight lasting,oh so long -
Days stretched into weeks
Carefree as we ventured forth
Growing up,was simpler then.
LOST IN WONDER (naga-uta)
Desolate,once more
Thinking of what could have been;
Where did I go wrong?
Was there more I should have done!
Three words left unsaid-
The arrogance of male pride,
Shackle emotions..inside
Sitting here,I dream
Those Summer days of my youth,
Life was slower then -
Holidays,so full of sun
Time, just drifted by,
Daylight lasting,oh so long -
Days stretched into weeks
Carefree as we ventured forth
Growing up,was simpler then.
A beautiful dove
You coo when you are happy
You enjoy dancing
And looking in your mirror
You are so happy
I let you out of your cage
You enjoy being cuddled.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Dec.11/2004
My mom had a dove when I was in High School. He survived almost 20 years. He didn't like being by himself.
Contradistinction
opposed quality and form
our eye's can fool us...
Contradiction speaks
opposed word choice inflection
our ear's can fool us...
Conventional truth
learned behavior mounts as,
our mind can fool us...
Indifference comes
vibratory energy
collective magnet...
As I think of love
And how love once was for me
I simply must smile
As I recall past ladies
I rode on the wind
The same wind took them from me
So much history
Such beautiful memories
But those days are gone
And one thing so clear to see
My true love I live for thee
over qualified
redundant and out of work,
too old to fit in -
downtown,it is pouring down,
the umbrella's in the hall
Winter chills my bones
But you warm me to the core
Hold me tightly then
Burn me; fire me up tonight
As fire emits love
You are the source of the flame
For eternity
You’ll be the fire in my heart
And I’ll be the fire in yours
Desolate,once more
Thinking of what could have been;
Where did I go wrong?
Was there more I should have done!
Three words left unsaid-
The arrogance of male pride,
Shackle emotions..inside
Nearing river’s edge;
My thoughts began to wander,
As brooding clouds formed --
In a once indigo sky,
There the hunter stood…
Yes, the archer and his hounds
Readying his bow
He implored twins Gemini
“Chase the bull ‘cross Milky Way“…
(Just a star gazers dream)
with muse in my hand
and wire tapping on brain
I begin journey
to explore imagination
to find a story
for sheer enjoyment
when bounty is truely found
on that given day I sought
Entry For
Brian Strand's
Five-Seven
Lyric Contest
Sitting here,I dream
Those Summer days of my youth,
Life was slower then -
Holidays,so full of sun
Time, just drifted by,
Daylight lasting,oh so long -
Days stretched into weeks
Carefree as we ventured forth
Growing up,was simpler then.
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