Sunrise over the sea
Horizon between sea to sky
Let’s our spirit free
To be able to see
The sheer beauty
Of the sun, deep red and orangey
The feeling is so beautiful
Of the wonderful image
Coming from the sky
Spirits rise
Delight to the eyes
Feelings good
At sunrise !

My Moose

You make my heart miss a beat
Your soft coat I stroke, cos so sweet
You worry me when you don’t eat
You turn your head when I speak
When I say walkies you’re on your feet
My love for you is so Complete
When it’s hot you feel the Heat
Visitors come you greet and Meet
Everyone thinks you’re so Neat
You cuddle up upon the Seat
And I just love to give you a Treat!

I am simple
an idiot

like Dostoyevsky
described

straightforward
you cannot

understand me
I am outside

your scope
and scale

I do not want
from you or

to be you

I do not absorb
your threats

or insults
I am immune

to your world
I know

you want me
you know

I can’t be

Hide Mary Hide
In flowers all in bloom
While anger filters all around
To put you in a tomb
Though you are made in concrete
In shades of gray and brown
Or pearly white in Porcelain
Your Rosary hanging down
Stay Mary stay
Remind us of your love
You are just a reminder
Of blessings from above
Granite , Porcelain
Whatever it will take
Made in love
Not to break
Hail Mary Full of Grace
Mother of the Human Race

Coke was your drink
To chase the demons
Cure the blues
Stop a reaction
Sip
      .by
.           . Sip
Gulp
          by
                 Gulp
Whatever the occasion
Now that you are gone
Let's take a sip
And bow our heads

A robe of many colors
Kept you warm.when
You were sick.
You didn't have to tell.us
But quietly put it on.
Trying to hide the pain
Trying to make us laugh
When you hurt so bad.
I liked when you wore your
Jeans and.shirt
Knowing you.felt well.
Now you are gone
And I wear your love
In.my heart

I let go and fall, fall, fall — ever so deep —
Into the cracks between your pieces
They’re the only way to your heart.
Let me swim through the crevices
Like a diver in the mines.

Ive struck gold.

@sheherazad.poetry

The little bird no longer flies
she sits and mourns her broken wings
her tattered feathers, faded now
will never feel the breath of spring.

She sings now for the life she lost
a silent sweet lament
such sad refrain, if heard aloud
would break the hearts of men

The little bird falls quiet now,
Her end is drawing near
and not a single soul will know
that she was ever here.

All alone and feeling free
nothing here to bother me,
blue as far as I can see
being all that I can be.

Walking barefoot on the ground,
not another soul around
a sense of peace is to be found
when the joys of Spring abound!

In this quiet place I sit,
all alone, yet never quite,
to watch the twilight bleed the day
and bring the bounty of the night.

He comes to me as evening wakes,
His silent solace ever true
bewitched I fall into his eyes
and there I feel my soul renew.