There's light at the end of the tunnel, a train

Day turns to night
I can not get to sleep
too many thoughts in my head
I grab  some paper and pen
and try to make a rhyme
how will it read this time
I think that it's not a poem
unless it touches our heart
It's not a poem unless it tears us apart
After what is left of what is written down
if it don't get through to you and me
it's not a poem
If the words don't make a lasting impression
on your memory
I feel that I am writing only for me
If I can not get through to you I feel that
It's not really a poem

The day we met
Will never be forgotten
The sun was shining through
Reflecting on the ocean oh so blue
Sparkling like diamonds
Like your eyes do too
With a smile that can be seen
From miles away
Gravitating me towards you
My heart skips a beat
When you call my name
My life will never be the same
You are my Romeo
I am your Juliet
The moments we spent together
I will never forget
You showered me with diamonds
And other fancy things
Taking me to dinner
And pulling out my seat
Treating me like royalty
But clearly it was never meant to be
Because it was only in a movie.

Across the miles, I send  a smile and love too

I feel the need to get away to another place in time
I indeed have you on my mind
If I am in the mood for romance I will dance to your tune
I hope to meet you again soon
If I need to spice up my life with mystery or suspense you will me my guide
When I need to learn a historical fact  you will happily oblige
The sky is the limit of the adventures in store for me when I am with you
I have had the joy of discovering you at a young age
You sometimes appear alone
You sometimes come in trilogy's
You sometimes are contained in many volumes
You share with me some sonnets, poems or prose
You are held within a blanket of various colors and textures
  You are at times  in pristine condition or weathered and worn
  You are at times leather bound no matter how you are arrayed
   I have not strayed from my love of the written word
    I will take another look and pick up and read my favorite book

Would it be a sin for the Vikings to win

A poet knows raw emotion and stirs our emotions making us smile, laugh or cry
A poet knows devotion and expertly crafts it for all to see
A poet knows heartache and heartbreak and describes it, showing  he or she can relate
A poet knows what it is to experience love and happily shares with eloquent words
A poet knows many things and has a sense of  expectation in life
A poet knows the beauty around them and expresses it in words creating a masterpiece

I see the lightning flash across my screen
There is a storm brewing of that I am sure
This storm has no warning except notifications
I have to check this forecast
I may or may not see many notifications on my page
A storm is brewing it is raining down creativity
I see the effects of this storm when I read your poems
The ideas are like tornado swirling in our minds
Instead of destruction our words take a toll, on others minds and souls
There is no need to take cover and hide from this storm
We have no cause for alarm
We can grab a pen or computer and play in this type of rain
Let creativity rain on us and may it reign in our minds
May we drown in the floods of inspiration
May we stay away from the clouds of doubt
I think the poetry storm is brewing, you can shout with joy when it rains on you!

I want to stay inside were it is warm
The subzero temperatures can harm
I don't mean to cause an alarm
The extreme cold has given new meaning to a brain freeze
I don't like Jack Frost nipping at my nose or any other body parts
I don't see the effects of Global Warming at least not right now
I know I will have to face the cold all to soon
I have to work tomorrow
I guess that some people go to shop, no matter the weather
It will be a case of mind over matter
To face the cold and be bold and dress warm and press on

Today's barren tree is tomorrows fruitful harvest
live life expectantly!

Do the math
You and me just makes cents
To me you are heaven sent
Time with you is well spent
You are 2 good to be 4 gotten
You and me = gr8ness
I believe we are meant to be 4 ever friends

I thought I saw you in a crowd
I wonder did I say your name out loud
The beating of my heart like a melody
My thinking of you stirring up old memories
It made me wonder why our relationship did not last
I just hope I learned some lessons from the past
I was so young
You were my first love
Things seemed to be going too fast
I was unsure how to communicate that to you
You also said that in the near future you would have to care for your brother and sister, your Mother's condition was so severe
I was afraid of caring for those children that were half grown and who were not my own
I now think I could have done it for you and with your help
I know that I can not get a second chance with you
I am happy for you that you have a family that Loves you so much
I wish that we had kept in touch throughout the years
I think everyone needs more friends to share happiness and tears and fears with.
I miss most of all the friendship we used to have
It was not you that I saw in the crowd it was a case of mistaken identity

I long for your sweet embrace
I long to see you face to face
I long to have nature walks with you
I long for long talks too
I long to watch movies at your side
I will not hide anything from you
I hope we can share much laughter
I hope we will find our happy ever after

We are like fine wine, we age well over time

It's the little things that mean so much
A kind word
A gentle touch
A hug
A smile
A laugh
Sharing of thoughts together
singing
dancing
expressing of ones self  with another
accepting oneself and accepting others
caring expressed in many ways.

The perfect poem went through my mind every word seemed
sublime
It had perfect rhyme
It had the perfect amount of lines
Unfortunately I ran out of time to grab pen and paper
Now it forever eludes me

I would  be a stand up comedian but I fall down too much

Watching the sun set with orange and pink hues
The Sun goes down in a Blaze Of Glory!!!!

Thoughts of Spring consume my mind even as snow falls

You might think that my mind is scattered
In the past I was beaten and battered
I warn you that if you break my heart it might
shatter into a million pieces
If you try to pick them up, be careful or you might get cut

Hope comes in a bird's sweet song
as he soars along.
Hope comes in the rain
tapping against the window pain.
Hope comes in the breeze
gently rustling through the trees.
Hope comes in the sunrise array.
Signaling a fresh new day.
Hope is reflected in a butterfly,
full of life and floats to the sky.
Hope is heard
through an encouraging word.
Hope is shown through a friend,
with a laugh and smile that will never end.

Sunshine and sipping ice tea.
Visiting with family and friends.
Reminiscing  while creating new memories .
This is what I call  life at it's best.
Time to rest and relax.
All seems right with my world at this moment.
I need to savor this time because time too quickly passes away.

Sometimes I write and it feels right to share for many eyes to see. and it is fun to share
Other times the words do not seem to come out alright or it feels
to personal to me
Those times I'm Ok with writing and not fighting the feelings: even if it is just for an audience of one

Help
     I'm falling
            Head over
              Oop's
                I
                    Broke
                        My heels

No time for Soap Opera's , too much drama in life

The Vessel
A wounded vessel tossed about in the storms of life
The vessel was once strong unshaken by the wind sure and secure in itself and about life
The once strong vessel is wounded again feeling hurt angry insecure ashamed lonely
Overwhelming blows of feelings hitting the vessel the pain is intense the memories of abuse are
Strong a blow to the heart and emotions
A cry out for assistance I cry out for the captain’s help in facing the crisis I look at the holes in the vessel
I ask for support from friends and groups etc. to help me repair the vessel to make it strong again
The vessel is not the same as it once was but there is hope that one day it can be better than it is now
The vessel is being mended and is getting stronger for the first it’s experiencing sunrises and sunsets that it has never seen before
Maybe it can be made stronger than it ever was and sail towards peaceful shores

I wrote this some time back and recently found it on my computer.
I hope you enjoy it, feel free to comment!

It's  Friday the 13th (9-13-13) I think to myself this might not be good 13 written twice.
I start to imagine what all could go wrong.
I might fall and break a mirror,perhaps bring 13 years of bad luck or more.
The black cat that passes my path might be a panther, my heart starts to beat faster.
If I step on the crack in the sidewalk, it might get bigger and swallow me in it's depths.
I imagine some more ridiculous things, Freddy and Jason might have another Brawl in my closet and crash through my wall.
I have a sense of dread, as I remember scenes from the Final Destination Movies.
I than rise out of bed and recall that I am not superstitious after all!

We had a  State fair map that did not have all the streets listed.
My pulse  seemed to quicken when pressed by the crowds on every side.
We needed to catch the bus on time.
We tried to press through the crowd but they were slower than a snail
  I got more anxious with each passing minute and felt like biting my nails
  My friend failed to meet us at the designated meeting spot.
   My cell phone kept  cutting out.
    I was so frustrated, I felt like I  might  shout
    I wondered what to do.
    I asked for directions a time or two.
    Those directions got us more lost and brought us by the wrong gate.
     We turned around and headed a different way
      I got so upset I mumbled under my breath if we miss the bus we are *******
      Just as i was about to give up hope I saw the channel 11 news booth.
      I felt like someone there might show us the way
      I walked up to some guy who was standing by the wall
      I don't even remember if he was short or tall
      I asked him for directions
     We rushed out of the booth  I  don't remember if I thanked him
      We followed his directions and soon made it out through the right gate
       We met my friend near the bus
       We caught the bus with  not a minute to spare
        This concludes the Real Life drama of being lost at the fair.

Some people close to me are concerned that I might get too lonely
I don't fear loneliness because I know
The worst kind of loneliness of all is feeling lonely in a crowd

One night during a full moon a young crooner sang a Sinatra tune
He sang it expertly and flawlessly, he got the attention of everyone,
but especially noticed by one handsome old gentleman
The song transported him to another time and in another land
were he took her hand and proposed to the Love of his life
to this very same tune in the Month of June
He recently had been depressed after having lost is wife in the fall,
after tears ran down his face the young Crooner apologized for making
him cry
The Old man said, Thank You for making me cry you reminded me of
the best times in my life with my wife, and that song started it all
The young Crooner felt touched and said, I am glad that I say that tune
The Old man smiled and said I am glad too!

Love is caring
Love is sharing
Love is taking time to understand another s need
Love is responsible
Love is wise
Love rejoices It also reaches out to comfort the heart that cry's
Love flows  in the heart peacefully like a mountain stream
It is more beautiful than any dream
It lives it grows with each new day
It folds it's hands to pray
Love is reflected in a mother's caring ways
A glow on a father's face
A sparkle in a child's eye
Love is the greatest treasure
It's worth you can not properly measure

Dear Dad,
I did not forget Father's Day, or forget you
I miss you and the things you would do such as telling us your children
to stack up all the chairs and that you would take off your shoes and jump over them, we quickly stacked up the chairs expectantly waiting for you to jump over the chairs but much to our surprise you took off your shoes and jumped over them
I miss how you would tell people that you did not know, when they asked that how many children you had, you would say 3 and a Half Dozen and when their jaw would drop in surprise , you would explain
3 and a Half Dozen, 3 girls and a half dozen boys
I still don't know how you did it Dad caring for so many kids and so much noise from all the girls and boys and running a farm too
I don't think I ever thanked you enough
Dear Dad, life has been so rough without you, soon before you passed away and you were on your death bed, my sister, said that you were hanging on needing to know that I would be Ok, Dad, I tried to be strong when I told you I would be Ok.
I felt like I lied, and I can not even count the amount of times I've cried
since you have died, I feel like a piece of my heart did depart with you!
I still try to be strong and hold onto cherished memory's like how you would look at my little girl, with a proud look in your eye's and there was no hiding the grin on your face.
Dad no one could ever take your  place
I miss you and my little girl, now a teen, she still remembers and misses you too. You would be so proud  of her, I know I am.
Dad, I Love You!
PS.I hope this letter reaches you via: special delivery, maybe an Angel will hand it to you.

I am often wondering even when I'm with friends are you really listening?
Do you really hear or do you just pretend or do you selectively listen to hear what you want to.
I know we all selectively listen, at times especially if someone is long winded and we get bored
I believe everyone wants to be listened to and not ignored
If a tree fell in the woods and no one is around, I believe it still makes a sound
If I fell I'm sure I would make a sound and I hope someone would care and listen to what I have to share
I especially hope that when I have something important to say, I hope I have their full attention and they won't just walk away
I hope that when my time is up, people will say among other things she was a good listener
I ask you today Are You Listening?