Tag: happiness

Peace Was

Gunshots, cannons, loud alarms.
I quickly panic; swing my arm:
Down upon the button, smash!
And for a moment pause the clash.

Then a squall breaks out below,
I hear the children, there’s been snow.
They rush and yell, I want to sleep,
But my wife the blanket keeps.

I step out, the floor is hard,
And likely colder than my yard.
Shirt and pants, the jacket next,
Socks and boots, no time to rest.

Stepping out onto the lawn
My children rush, I slowly yawn.
The silence of a winter’s freeze,
Though not my bed, brings me ease.

11.1.19

You Walked Away

You walked away,
And I stared after you.
I realized then
The thing that I must do.

But frozen still,
My mind refused to move.
I tried to speak
But lost the words I knew.

You wrenched my gut
And made my heart turn blue.
I felt the fear:
The chance that I would lose.

But then I watched,
Amazed as you returned.
And dazed I felt
The place where your kiss burned

11.1.19

Today I Got Up Late

Today I got up late,
And took my morning slow;
Then later on I ate,
A chocolate ice cream cone.

I was with my friends all day,
Our laughter filled the air,
The weather turned out great,
For work, we didn’t care.

But though this whole day through
Stands out among the best,
It still was lacking you;
That only, I regret.

04.09.19

I Spent My Chaos In Exchange

I spent my chaos in exchange

For empty space to sit and be.

My strange new place of respite gained,

I turned my thoughts away from me.

 

This moment still – a simple joy –

Allows my soul to find a stream

To think and trace with careful ploy,

How best to quench my thirst so deep.

 

When ‘round the bend my conscience plods

And finds there what I’d come to seek,

Then I perceive my own facade,

And from this cage I am set free.

 

07.25.19

Woodland Storm

Roots crisscross in blind display;

Quickly rain each crevice fills,

Feeling through the dirt and clay,

Giving life in joyous rills.

 

Sending creatures to their homes

In warmth to wait and listen –

Thunder laughs and slowly roams

To warn of lightning’s glisten.

 

Soon the storm from woodland flees;

Drops come dripping to the earth,

Breathing faint the gentle breeze

Filled with scents of life and mirth.

 

07.24.19

Best Foods

The life of men would not do well

If it were not for sweet potatoes.

This awesome food tastes really swell,

I owe a debt to sweet potatoes.

 

The same for buds high on a tree,

They grow and turn to tasty pears.

I had the flu and they cured me,

I love the juice of tasty pears.

 

Pondering my prized propitious pear,

Bobbing for potatoes, pomme de terre.

 

05.03.12