THROUGH YOUR EYES

I want to travel the world through your eyes,

Finding love and treasures beyond the skies.

My poems may tell of adventures I found,

But my heart will always be homeward bound.

Everything I am, you taught me to feel,

Without your love, nothing is real.

My heart is packed to travel light,

I wish,  I wish, with all my might,

To be with you all through the night.

I miss your laughter, your love, your charms,

You should be next to me, within my arms.

I am growing older with each passing day,

And yet my love grows stronger in every way.

You make me need your love within,

And yes, it’s true, I miss skin to skin.

I claim your heart as I dream about you,

Dancing in darkness until morning dew.

All my life I waited for your kiss,

But I never believed the passion would be like this.

I’ll be in your heart and your dreams too,

Walking, dancing, and loving you.

I’ll travel the world as you cross the sea,

But when you need love, come home to me.

June 26, 2017

LET’S CHANGE THE WORLD’S VIEW

“Go away,” I said.

“I have no time to argue with you.”

Two young men stood at my door.

“May we come in?” one asked,

Evidently expecting more.

“No, I’m busy.  I don’t have time to waste.”

I was in the middle of writing a verse,

Did I need the distraction? No, I wanted to immerse

Deep into meditation,

Fill my head with ideas of things I could do,

Pray for a world that has a different view.

I said, “Let’s get on our knees and pray

For those who are hurt today.

There are bombings, terrorism, slavery, things we might stress

Our children are dying or under duress.

Attacks, wars, famine, disasters in our range.

Help the sick, the poor, Let’s do what we can,

This world is ready for us to step on the stage

Give aid to others then turn the page.

Let all things be beautiful all over the earth,

We can work together and show our worth.

All religions, all dreams, respect for all people

Whoever they might be,

We could join forces and change history.

Wars could be over in the blink of an eye,

I know it sounds strange, but let’s try, let’s try.

6/4/2017

WHAT PORTION SHOULD I KEEP?

My dreams, my thoughts, my love, my life, my time
if I divided my day into precious moments
which ones would I keep
and which ones would I waste?
if every part was subdivided and clean,
would I be satisfied with only a taste?
what parts would I cling to?
Wasted life, unmanaged thoughts, neglected love, unfulfilled dreams,
I’m organizing now, paring down my list of friends, leaving no room for love.
I’m tired now, there is less joy, fewer ideas to employ,
I see my problem. I like to collect.
I want bigger dreams, more powerful thoughts, passionate love, longer life, and time for each friend and loved one. How can I portion out my life so it has more meaning?
I can choose to love you more, share my dreams, help those in need, and my life and my time will fill the void.

June 1, 2017

HEADS OR TAILS

They could not give what I wanted,
My heritage would be very small,
Hopes and dreams held me back at first,
But it didn’t stop me after all.
My heritage could not be measured in dollars,
My head understood what they meant,
I would have to work my tail off,
My parents couldn’t give one red cent.
I grew up tougher that way,
Life wasn’t served on a silver platter.
Yet everything they gave was good as gold,
And, yes, it did really matter.
I wasn’t always surrounded by golden girls,
Who knew how to spend my cash.
I wasn’t good enough for those girls,
Without money I was treated like trash.
My heritage was beans and potatoes,
Vegetables and fruits that we grew,
I loved the earth and it loved me,
My love for life continually grew.
My heritage was not too small,
Considering the love I got.
My love for mankind was stronger each day,
Just like the way I was taught.

May 17,2017