There was a Little One,
they wondered,
As they stared off to the sky...
"Why did the clouds change?"..
The Little One,
They pondered,
As they felt leaves between their hands,
"Where do the dots and holes come from?"
The Little One,
They imagined,
Stars shooting fast, but as if they are flying along side...
"Can I keep up?"
The Little One,
They stumbled,
Running fast down the hill...
"How fast can my legs go?"
The Little One,
They noticed,
When things shifted at home...
"How do I use my words to express myself?"
The Little One,
They embraced,
Hugging their parent tight.
"How long can I squeeze for?"
The Little One,
They dreamed vividly,
Universes showing themselves...
"Is dreamland just another place?"
The Little One,
They sighed...
Their head resting on the pillow.
"What can I think about tomorrow?"
The End.
Tearing pages would hurt me...
And what about my own tears?
Who's going to account them?
I have been wondered, missed,
a little lost......then finally found
And NOT LOVED!
I have often wondered if they blundered
or if there's any truth to the advertising
within the words written on me
a simple clothing label advising
a promise a guarantee
100% Cotton
but does it refer to the garment or myself
merely the material it is printed on
a paradox perhaps
all of which goes to show
it's a dilemma the answer to which
this enquiring mind needs to know
If you wondered if my feelings are real
You need to hear my heart pounding beat
Racing like a speeding fleet
Straight to the amplifier of my heart
The loudness and throbbing ring
Completes my wants and desires within
Longing for your kiss, your touch
Bringing us closer to Neverland
As the sky touches the stars
No matter how far
Have you ever found yourself asleep dreaming of Heaven?
Have you ever had the chance occurrence of dreaming about Him?
Have you ever wondered if there is something more to all of this?
Everything was pink for Zee when she was a child
Hot pink, light pink, medium pink, nothing blah or mild
Pink bed, pink pillow, pink closet, pink clothes, pink doll
If it was not pink, Zee simply did not want it at all
Imagine our shock when she joined the military at eighteen
Our princess was now a soldier, which was quite unforeseen.
She trained to be all black and white, there was no pink or gray.
We watched her boot camp video, laughing our guts away.
Zee got a corporate job, and rose straight to the top.
Her career was the best, it seemed her success would never stop.
What about pink? We wondered. Where is the pink now?
In her corporate washroom we found a pink toilet, it was a wow.
Not only pink, but shaped like an enormous kitty too.
You cannot leave yet we’d say; you have to use the loo.
Our daughter would roll her eyes, thinking we were crazy.
But we all wanted to see the toilet, designed by our Zee.
I wandered through the woodlands green
And heard the birdsong fill the air
I saw the little streams serene
With speckled trout that darted there
I felt the breeze upon my face
And smelled the fragrance of the flowers
I marveled at the natural grace
And wished to linger for some hours
But then I heard a distant bell
That called me back to toil and strife.
I bade the woodlands a farewell.
And turned to face the road of life.
Have you ever wondered how many people ,
Are walking in the street,
Looking to do harm,
And if your acknowledgement of them in passing,
Could give them second thoughts.
I wandered and I wondered,
About all the pieces of my life
That came together in a puzzle,
Causing so much strife
The struggle, loss, pain and betrayal at hand
Feeling at times, sinking in deep quicksand
Those many times my heart broken like a mirror,
I could see the many flaws that remain in me
I wandered and I wondered,
About all my days of joy
A playful life of inspiration
Like a child with a toy
Laughter freeing the spirit, as if nothing is wrong
Dancing with a smile, to every song
The many times my heart healed, ready to fly
Releasing all the burdens of asking some things why?
I wandered and I wondered,
About my destiny
So many paths I’ve taken
And still there’s so much to see
Impressions and visions, imagination on fire
Burning and yearning with inner desire
Then, the many times, my heart wanted you
Sending messages in the wind, in a dream, we flew
To pristine places, hand in hand
Where no-one has ever been, but you understand
Heidi Sands
3/29/23
you won't see me scream
you won't see me angry
i won't stomp my feet
i won't raise my voice
just because there's no drama
don't think everything's ok
stick around
you haven't seen
my fifty shades of grey
when i'm disappointed or unimpressed
i can run the whole gamut
in every shade and every hue
if i was happy
you would know
if things were ok
you would know
just because there's no drama
don't think everything's ok
AP: 3rd place 2023
wondered more and more
a bargain was looking for
so bought out whole store
I have wondered whether birds of different species converse.
Do they hold contests to see who can fly fastest and highest?
Are trees standing side by side for decades communicating?
Do the aquarium fishes discuss “those” folk outside the glass?
Is it possible a rose withdraws slightly to keep us from picking?
When wood borers stop in midair to stare, are they wondering?
Consider the process: does the same rain fall more than once?
Do animals in the zoo realize they are not free to roam about?
I wonder why some people think they are superior to others.
Written March 18, 2022
Dawn dawned, showed her gold
And avian band unfolded,
My sleep lost her hold
And I wondered why
Such splendid jewel should turn jade
And in day's lap die!
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Haiku |40.06.2021|
How many times have you wondered
Why the poor are so many, the rich are so few?
Why children laugh at inconsequential things?
While older folks are forever forgetting
What it is they're trying to do?
How many times have you wondered
Why you don't make more money for the work you do?
Why we fret at being confined for a week --
Are animals really happy living in a zoo?
How many times have you wondered
Why it is slower going and faster returning home?
Why there's little to do when what's finished is done.
How in the world do honeybees make a comb?
How many times have you wondered
Why today's youngsters play their music so loud?
Why the only parking spot available is always too short?
And, why is it just simpler to follow the crowd?
written August 5, 2021
As I lie here often I wonder wander
Often in my sleep I toss and tumble wandering
I pondered the direction of my life
I turn away for hurt harms and strife
Repenting of my sins
Throwing them deep within the ocean
And now I Rise
Covered in Grace so forgiving
And now inside my heart's beating
Now I'm truly, truly living
In earnest plea
My God my Savior has forgiven me
All my sins I have been relieved
I pondered my direction of my life
And I turned and followed your ways
Today
Heavenly Father I pondered my life
My direction and I turn from my evil ways
And now today
I come to you this way
Turn myself around
Now I'm having
All of this because I wondered wandered
I pondered
Those the direction of my life and I
Turned to follow your laws
My Lord, my God thank you Father from above Hallelujah
Psalms 119:59
6/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
From the anthology" For the Love of the Father "
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