When the Heart cracks one more time
I'll just write another rhyme
When Hopes and Dreams all fall through
I'll just start up something new
When I just can't take no more
this is when I'll fly for sure.
Morning Beauty of Nature
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Flowers' Petals open up
When the sun wakes up.
Birds' chirping wakes up
All that Nature brings up.
The whole nature covers up
Its dizziness by wrapping up
Itself with golden envelope
That shows happy n lively set up
Of the mother Nature reared up.
Bees are into work, birds start up
Looking for their foods to eat up.
Village goes well with Nature's tie up
To enjoy those scenes before pack up
City is the last riser that gets up
Missing all the beautiful set up.
There's something magical about sunbeams!
Spellbound by sunlight in my waking hours,
those rays that come alive post morning dreams
start up my day with brilliant superpowers.
Miraculous how sunshine fills our days.
The Sun, a star, has captured in its sphere
this planet Earth, that feeds upon those rays-
and through my window now lifts me with cheer.
From way above, as seen in endless space-
post the creation of our Galaxy-
Sun's energy splays with a warm embrace-
now flies across my room to rapture me.
Oh, wrap me in your light, embracing Sun-
while my new day with you has just begun.
My mom’s favorite flower
And when I catch the wafting shower
And imbibe the smell of them
My thoughts of Mom start up again
While she rests under a lilac bush
She has visions of a Monet
And her thoughts and the moths
Inhabit the lilac in a romantic foray
It’s more of an adorning (as with a crown)
This purple fountain of pageantry
I’m putting them on a pedestal
But please don’t think any less of me
She loves them so, this is how lilac’s trundle
Outside a trellis, inside, in water, in bundle
But as soon as these beauties had renown
They die slowly and turn to brown
But it’s the memories
That keep me coming back
I will think of my Mom often
Every time I smell a lilac
easy loan shark start up business
pretending to be your friend
feeding on you like krill
A blubbery walrus, well taught,
With whiskers aquiver once sought,
A means on the land
To start up a band,
But vocals here hindered a lot.
this tofu combo is quite spicy.
it would be a bit much for lovers of poetry.
my grandmother could neither read nor write,
but she knew what to do with dead bodies.
at my son's football, a friend's mother is telling me about her start-up company
i ask how it's going
"it's too early to tell."
"like the french revolution?"
but the absolute brass neck of the perpetrator
who could have orchestrated such a terrible crime?
i wonder if the victim has got a percussion
maybe it's a cymbal of things to come
i'm in a homemade hamster wheel
trying to cross the ocean
What do a Jeep, a Ford and a Chevy have in common?
Wheels, air, heat, dashboard, chrome, bumpers, seats,
Steering wheel, headlights, tail lights.
I start to wind down on my guesswork.
He does not nod so I start up again.
Tires, hoods, knobs, door locks, door handles
Keep going he says
Engines, carburetors, windshield wipers.
I can see him shaking his head no
Go on, he says.
But I do not want to.
Do not go to that private school,
It will affect your mental health,
While the education is full of wealth,
Do not put yourself on that shelf,
That shelf is isolated and docile,
Alone despite being surrounded,
A dumb decision to make as a fool,
Used as a tool to start up something new,
Faced with issues many refuse to acknowledge,
So many times I wanted to fall in,
Fall in a pit where i could weep for hours,
Only to be woken by the same sound of laughter,
Laughter at things that make me cringe,
So many times i reached out and wanted to give in,
A school prized on being safe for all,
All who shared the same skin color had a ball,
Being the pepper in the salt I stood out like a sore thumb,
Many thought the world moved past this,
But some cling on
The old songs can make me cry
As those memories go floating by
Those times still ring true
On the dance floor swaying with you
They start up and I know
Where the music will make me go
It’s the darkened room with you so close
That’s the time I like the most
I suppose you sometimes wonder
As I close my eyes and wander
Does he still love me better than the rest
But you are still my girl best.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The old songs can make me cry
As those memories go floating by
Those times still ring true
On the dance floor swaying with you
They start up and I know
Where the music will make me go
It’s the darkened room with you so close
That’s the time I like the most
I suppose you sometimes wonder
As I close my eyes and wander
Does he still love me better than the rest
But you are still my girl best.
© Paul Warren Poetry
On this quiet and gentle winter morning of
February 20 at 7:20, I watched my front porch
fan-blades being slowly moved by the wind which
pushed the blades in a counter-clockwise direction.
In a very mild wind-flow, the velocity changed
back and forth and occasionally stopped briefly
as if needing a moment to decide, only to
start up again in the same direction.
Some weeks ago, I observed this phenomenon and noted
that the fan blade completely stopped briefly and changed
directions. However, it seemed clear then and now that
there is a preference to a counter-clockwise direction.
I tell you, this fan- blades observing has caused me pause
I am now compelled to ponder my way forward in a
gentle God-based flow of spiritual wind and pursue
a course with a consistency of direction
The Trails of Sanity
Why do I care if the disturber carries on
Why is it I cannot just wait it out, bide my time
Be more mindful, try and bond
Embrace what I don’t understand
Welcome the scorching taste in my mouth
I wait, I watch, and watch and wait
what seems a millennium
The afterglow of embers still burn
Just sit tight…
The day ends with a tug on the swatch
of the backpack, I doff it off my shoulders
I hear the trifles start up once more behind me
As my eyes wander upwards
As the Rigel star taps into my soul
As I surrender inward, a whispering voice
cues consolingly…
Here you are
Mind at ease
Free
Summer is over; kids are back at school;
Everyone is thankful for the cool nights.
People are beginning to drain their pool,
Thankful, there are no more mosquito bites.
Each day is shorter than the day before,
Moving closer to Autumn's color change.
But the forest is still green at its core;
Even though the lack of songbirds seems strange.
Red tinges are spreading amongst the leaves;
Fall is now entering its start-up stage.
And people are unrolling their shirtsleeves,
Like they're getting ready to flip the page.
Little things keep September in my heart;
Such as the fact, Fall is about to start.
Seabull baste the coup de faste
Infectudo goncerotia gonzo
Ron done wrong and was corrected for it
Foresca fiesta frescoe fiskars deshthroes kiskstar
By Start Up bark slarm no harm done to a cherry tree
Wood freeze it ASAP keep it the cooler like Texas does
Drip Diamonds in flex fuel beef it up
Life ex[pands its expectancy
Drims sound cool up pull up pull off a coup or live miserable
Defective decendant A Bravis son
Don't Davis me saveth her ass for special occasion
Dip set throuh the Tip saw
The e·lic·it replenished diceptiva
Trek or ball inflate streamed in time
Coup de FeD Framas Grace fluent in the gruesome scene of a Frogman
Resital dial it quick Sentry's kept of dialpads
Weapons weekly I used my deceptive mind zone
Introspective friers as WASAP
Wichita sounds like Wise county
Gileads crosspath
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