WITH A SMILE IN MY HEART
Sometimes I can’t find the words
That fills my messy head.
Can’t find the effort to smile or get out of my bed.
MY OLD PEN
Hugging my soft pillow
As I gather my lost shattered thoughts
I reach for my pen
My best friend, my old fellow
Silent tear fall from her eyes
As she fell on her knees and cry
No one can see her pain filled life
It doesn’t show in her hazel eyes
Boats sail on the rivers,
And ships sail on the seas;
But clouds that sail across the sky
Are prettier far than these.
When imbalance of life churns hapless poignancy
And the zephyr of inequities breezes melancholy
Dissonance reverberates echoing pathos of grief
Seeking exaltation within metaphysical profundity
We Are Not Merely Poets
Some of us are secretive at first. We hide our poetry’s soul self,
gently letting her peep out; sometimes regretting it immediately.
Fearful of critiques from people who do not understand that poetry
is something we are compelled and born to do with our feelings.
YOU WILL NEVER SEE ME FALL
You may see me struggle,
but you won’t see me fall.
Regardless if I’m weak or not,
I’m going to stand tall.
Everyone says life is easy,
but truly living it is not.
The next four years start here.
Take a deep breath as you walk through the doors.
Hear the feet pounding the floors.
Eyes are watching, everywhere.
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves crash into the rocks.
Out here there is no time on my clock.
NOW WE ARE SIX
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.