I jump whenever I hear your voice...
And I jump on one leg whenever I see you...
But tonight...
It is my soul jumping on one leg...
As I know I will see you tomorrow...
Happiness is feeling our soul jumping on one leg...
Out of pure joy for those we care about...

I would be happy living in a world where the rain carries the sound of your laughter...
Then I could run outside when it is raining and get soaked on that sweet melody...
It is raining tonight...
I wish I was a raindrop...
So I could fall close to you...
And see your eyes tonight...
For now I will just go for a walk...
And write poetry for you...
Under the rain...

You inspire many nice thoughts...
For you are kind and sweet...
And have two eyes that resemble the moon...
For they light up the sky like a million stars...
I melt at their sight...
So you are my inspiration...
I also admire you more everyday...
For you are brave and resilient...
So you have my admiration...
Sweet and gentle as a rose petal...
Hard as a rock...
Proof Inspiration and admiration go together...
Like my love and desire  for you...
It is too late to tell you that I love you...
I will never find another woman like you...
So I will love you in silence....
For an eternity...

I had a dream last night...
I dreamed I was inside a violin...
I was just a speck of dust....
So the place looked cavernous and majestic...
Like a theater...
And I was the only spectator...
I witnessed the birth of musical notes...
The notes got together and  danced to the wind and the rhythm of the violin's bow...
And caressed the violin's strings...
Becoming a majestic melody...
I wish the notes would have taken me with them...
So I could have flown through the air...
And in to the soul of anyone who listened to the melody...
I woke up when the music ended...
More than a dream...
It was a symphony...

It is winter time now...
Daylight savings time is over...
The clock fell back one hour...
But time does not stop...
Time does not know of summer or winter hours...
Time just runs...
Endlessly...
The clock can fall back...
But we can't...
We are guests in the infinite river of time...
And we sail in its waters...
Every second gives us the chance to be happier than the second before...
Don't think of time...
Think of happiness...
Life should not be measured in time...
But in happiness...
Never let your soul fall back...
Leave that to the clocks...
As for time...
Just remember the times when you are happy...
Time makes no sense when we are not happy...
I wish, my dear reader, a happy voyage in the  endless river of time...

Your eyes are so deep and beautiful..
They would illuminate the darkest night...
For they are deep and bright..
They are a sweet ocean to admire...
An Ocean I would like to get lost on...
They are crowned by the most radiant smile I have ever seen..
If your eyes are an ocean...
Your smile is the sun that illuminates that ocean..
My beautiful midnight sun...

I come from a far away civilization...
And I have travelled so far and for so long in space, I can't even remember the name of my own planet...
This voyage was supposed to be just an attempt to find out other worlds out there...
Earth was supposed to be just one of the planets on my long journey...
I never intended for my stop here to last more than a few days...
Especially because I discovered I could not properly breath in this atmosphere...
Until I met you...
Then my plans changed...
I don't want to leave earth...
I don't care what else is there in the universe...
All I care for in the universe is here...
And I also discovered I can breathe the air surrounding you...
Just a puff from the air around you can sustain me for days...
The same way the memories of his muse allow a poet to write for years to come...

The most important asset a person can have is his or her freedom...
Freedom to think
Freedom to choose...
Freedom to love....
Freedom to cry...
Freedom to laugh...
Freedom to dream...
I feel free around you...
For you are a free spirit...
You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen...
Or that I will ever see...
That is why I freely say...
I love you...
You have the freedom to answer...
Or to not answer...
And it does not matter...
I still love you...

Neptune...
The most distant major planet orbiting our Sun...
It is dark, cold...
Battered by supersonic winds...
Perhaps nothing to see...
Still...
Sometimes poetry is about being alone with your own thougts...
Even if at a remote and isolated location...
It gives a poet the chance to look inside his or her own soul...
And get inspiration from happy moments of the past...
Or from nice and sweet thoughts of hopes for a happy future...
This poet has many nice memories of the past...
And also an endless supply of hope for a happier future...
So my dear reader...
Off I go to Neptune...
On a Wednesday morning...
That is Wedtune in my calendar...

I saw many beautiful blue sunsets while in Mars...
And enjoyed many days contemplating the red sky...
As if looking at an eternal sunset...
But I did miss the rain...
For there is no rain in Mars...
I can't live in a world without rain...
Rain is one of my many inspirations...
I need to live in a world where I can go out...
Open my arms..
And get soaked in the rain...
A world where I can close my eyes...
And feel the rain down my face...
It does feel like inspiration falling from the sky...
I want to run by the forest...
And see all leaves on the trees dripping water...
While I hear the birds chirping in the rain...
The flowers bent...
They will stand proud and tall once rain stops...
Rain is magical...
It is a gift from heaven...
Welcome to Earth...
A true magical planet...

Legend says Aladdin rubbed a magic lamp to get the genie out...
My soul must then be an old magic lamp...
For when it  gets rubbed by what my eyes see and my heart feels...
It starts blowing poems and sonnets in the wind...
Like a magic carpet the wind takes my poetry all over the place...
For anyone who likes romanticism, passion and dreams...
The world is magic...
It is there for you to see and enjoy...
I am sure all of us have a genie inside...
Let him or her out...
Enjoy life...
I  love life and see it as a wonderful, magical fantasy that I never want it to end...

It was a cold, gray and windy out there yesterday; but there were still colors to enjoy...
Flowers to admire...
I guess  it is a bit like life, really...
No matter how tough it is, there is always a ray of sunshine to enjoy and  a bit of hope that tomorrow will be a better day...  

That is what a mother brings to her children's life... the hope
of a better tomorrow...

As I see it mother's day is not about giving gifts or the day itself...  
It is about reflecting what being a mother means...
What a mother is doing for her kids and the legacy she will leave them behind...
Mothers will leave a legacy of kindness, courage, good values and integrity...
That is priceless...

Best wishes for a great Sunday and a happy mother's day...to all mothers out there...

By the way, mothers should be celebrated everyday, not just on mother's day...

Only one of us fell in love...
You need two to be happy...
But sadly... just one to fall in love...
I have enough love for both of us...
But if you don't even bother to receive it...
I of course can not even expect you to return it...
And you don't have to...
For my love is unconditional...
Perhaps eternal...
But not foolish enough to remain by your side...
I seem to have more company from my pain and my sorrows...
Than I do from you...
So I am leaving now...
I rather be by myself than withsome one who does not care about me...
So I leave the same way I got here...
Alone...
The only difference is...
I am now in love with you...
It seems only one of us is an idiot...
And that is Me...

For international women's day....two poems for the price of one...
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"To all women"
Every woman is a living poem...
Every woman 's eyes are a sonnet...
Women should be celebrated every day..
Not just on March 8th...
Women have my respect and admiration...
Not just today..
But everyday....
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"Deeper than an Ocean"
A woman's heart is deeper than an ocean...
And as rich as the seven seas...
For it is an infinite supply of inspiration and feelings...
The real bounty is at the bottom of that ocean...
If you manage to get there...
You will have found the treasure of happiness...
Once you do that...
Don't let go of it...
It can be the treasure of your life...
Start by sailing on the universe of her eyes...
Until you reach the ocean of her heart..

I would blow a kiss in the wind...
But the moon may think it is for her...  
For the moon is jealous of the beauty of your eyes...
So I will just blow it by sunrise...
My kisses are only for you...
Even if they never reach your lips...
That is how much I love you...

The sunset melted my heart...
The sunrise melted my spirit...
Cool morning weather wakes up my senses...
And reminds me there will be another sunset...
And another sunrise...
For they are eternal...
But to me...
They are like something new every time I see them...
I get in awe...
As if I had never seen them before...
For now will let the cool morning weather be my company...
No matter where I go...
I'm bound to meet the sunset later today...
And the sunrise tomorrow...

I can only think of poetry...
Sonnets...
And sweet words...
I must have been mothered by the moon ...
And fathered by the wind...
For I dream of poems being blown in the wind...
And of verses inspired by the night...
I Have a Dreamy heart...
And a sensitive soul...
I can be as strong as a rock...
Or as frail as an eggshell...
For I am human...
And have hope and fears...
Thoughts and Ideas...
I don't know how to smile...
But I can make you laugh...
The dreams of anyone who reads these lines are more important than mine...
For a poet's only dream is to see everyone's dreams become true...

It is a clear, windy night...
My window is ajar...
The candle is barely lit...
The strong wind is threatening its very existence...
But I can't close the window...
For I want to send my sonnets...
They keep bouncing back...
As if the window was the net of an infinite tennis court...
And my sonnets and verses the ball that carries a message...
I am not giving up...
The stronger the wind, the more verses I write...
A strong wind is no match for the heart of a poet...
My pen will keep defying the elements...
If your eyes are about to close...
And you suddenly hear  the words "good night" whispered in your ear...
It means I was able to defeat the wind...
That was the match point...

The space traveler crossed 3 galaxies...
Many universes...
Hundreds of planets...
Defying physics and speed of light...
For he was eager to find the source of a sweet light he saw from a source tens of light years away...
He finally found where light was coming from...
From a remote planet in the milky way...
Inhabitants refer to it as "Earth"...
Now the space traveler does not want to leave this planet...
The sweetness comes from the eyes of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen...
And the space traveler decided he does not want to wait anymore light years to see the light again...

From the bottom of my heart...
And with a tear rolling down my cheek...
I once more tell you I love you...
I know your heart already chose someone else...
It is hard for me to accept it...
But I love you so much...
And all I want is your happiness...
That I will be happy if you are happy...
Your happiness is my treasure...
The spark of your eyes a gift for my senses...
And the radiance of your smile a memory for an eternity...
This is where I say goodbye...
Tears are now on both cheeks...
If he loves you just 1/100th of what I love you...
You will be really happy...
For he will kiss the floor where you walk...
Imagine now how much I love you...
The sun is out now...
It is a new day...
Go and enjoy your new found love...
I hope he will really treasure you...
You are a woman worth going home to...
Once more...
From the bottom of my heart...
I love you...
I'll always miss you...
And I will be happy if you are happy...
Even if you are holding someone else's hand...
Good bye...
I will never forget you...
Even if perhaps you already forgot me...

I have two hands...
But perhaps I will never get to touch you again...
And two eyes...
But I am sure I will never see you again...
My two lips will never kiss yours anymore...
My two arms will never get to hold you again...
My only hope is for my two ears to hear your voice again one day...
Even if just for two seconds...
Lots of twos...
I had just one dream...
Which was to make you happy...
For I wanted the two of us to become one...
But I failed you...
You are my only true love...
And The only woman I could ever love...

I live in planet poetry...
A world where continents are replaced by words and dreams...
A planet where time and space don't exist...
A place where the sea is made out of sonnets...
And where the rain carries the sweet sound of verses...
A universe where the moon and the stars dance to the wind...
A galaxy where the sunrise is an ode to happiness...
And the sunset a ray of hope...
For a better tomorrow...
Can't think of a better world...
A world where there is always hope...
It's world living in...

Messages are words that we write when we want to say hi to someone...
But we don't get to do it in person...
Or not even over the phone...
I like writing as I imagine I am having a nice conversation with a person...
Makes my lonely days more bearable...
If I see a ray of sunshine through the window...
It perhaps means someone is reading the message...
Oh, I just saw the sunshine through the window...
To whoever is reading the message...
Good morning...
How are you...
Would you like to chat for a bit?...

I carry a foldable chair wherever I go...
I found everything around me inspires poetry...
And the chair is not because I get tired...
No, it is just that I love life...
And everything around me...
And I lose my breath just by admiring my surroundings...
So if you see someone in a park...
With a pencil in hand...
A piece of paper...
Seated on a foldable chair...
And looking at the world as if it was the first time he is seeing it...
That is me...
Trying to describe the world through verses and sonnets...

And it finally dawned on me...
Even before my eyes opened for the day...
My heart woke up knowing that I love you...
It is a conflicting feeling...
Knowing that I love you...
But at the same time...
Knowing that you don't...
That is my true awakening...
And now I feel like living a nightmare during daytime...

So this is what they call feelings...
I wish these were happy feelings...
It is painful to have feelings...
And feel rejected and ignored...
In my case...
These should not be called feelings...
These are saddings...
And my heart is crying...
I wish I lived in a world where feelings only existed in the case of happiness...
But I'm human...
And I laugh and cry...
And I'll always have feelings...
Either happy or sad...
I wish,  my dear reader, that your day is happier than mine...
As sad and heartbroken as I am...
I can only wish happiness to everyone in this world...
Even to the girl who broke my heart...

A windy day...
The flame in the candle follows the wind direction...
As if trying to escape  and run away...
The stronger the wind gets...
The faster the flame moves...
It suddenly gets windier...
But the flame does not seem to give up...
No matter what comes to it...
It stays lit...
That flame represent resilience...
And no matter what life throws at you...
Never let the candle of resilience fade away...
No matter how windy life can be...
Resilience and hope can defeat any wind or storm that comes your way...
Hope and resilience are the path to sunnier days...

A day has 1440 minutes...
And I always said a minute of your voice would make me happy for a week...
But I never thought the day would come when you would just talk to me for 7 minutes...
And that after I pretty much begged you to let me call you...
Those 7 minutes showed me what I really mean to you...
I keep thinking of you for 1440 minutes a day...
I just don't know why...
I think the clock on my wall cares more about me than you do...

I want to write a poetry book where each page becomes a dove...
And takes flight with the wind...
To a poet inspiration and imagination are the same...
So I imagine pages flying in the universe of inspiration...
Looking for a poem that will become their eternal companion...
To  an empty piece of paper, a poem is an unknown friend...
Because there can be no stronger friendship than the one between an empty page and a poem...
Once they meet they take flight...
And will stay together for an eternity...
Leaving their message everywhere they go...
If you suddenly feel the sound of book pages being flipped by the wind...
And the whisper of verses and sonnets in your ears...
It is because a poem has just been born...

So now I know why Mars is red...
It blushed when it saw the most beautiful star our there...
And her sweet eyes...
As for Jupiter...
It just melted when it saw those eyes...
The planet started to spin out of pure happiness...
It spun so fast...
It developed rings around its equator...
This proves sweetness brings happiness...
And I have to agree with Jupiter...
For I just can't describe the feeling of happiness when I look at your eyes...
If you see me spinning next time I see you...
You know what it means...
By the way...
My feelings for you are so big...
They will probably won't fit in this galaxy...
I love you S... I really do...

The notes flow from the Sax...
As if chasing the Bass...
Or Dancing to the Piano Keys...
Or flirting with the Clarinet...
It is a riot out there...
A carnival of rhythm and music...
A non-stop celebration...
For Jazz is not a way living...
It is pure art...

I want to cry...
But I can't...
My eyes are dry...
Perhaps I cried too much for you...
But my soul...
My soul is a complete waterfall now...
If you could see it...
You would be surprised at how much a soul can cry...
What a paradox..
My soul is crying...
But I still love you...
Perhaps that is why it is crying...

Everything reminds me of you...
Raindrops...
Snow flakes...
The wind...
The moon and the stars...
Sunrises...
Sunsets...
The creek...
The birds...
Fall foliage...
Everything...
And you know why...
Because I wish you had been by my side every moment...
I wanted us to enjoy life together...
For any mundane action becomes a sweet moment when you are near...
For the time being I will continue to see the world by myself...
I don't know if we will ever be together...
For now, I just can say I will love you forever...
In silence...
Loving you means wishing the best for you...
I told you once you only need one to fall in love...
That one is me...
But I am not here to judge you...
Just to tell you that I love you...

There will not be a full moon for several days..
It is hard for a poet to create poetry at night when there is no moonlight..
The stars are there...
But somehow the night is not the same when the moonlight is missing..
Romantic hearts like mine rely on the moonlight for dreams and inspiration..
I can try and imagine it...
But it is not the same..
Sometimes memories and past experiences are enough..
Sometimes they're not...
In the end I realize missing something is also a source of inspiration..
For melancholy will cause your heart to yearn..
I suppose that is what being a poet is about..
You can speak your heart when you are happy and when you are sad..
When you laugh and when you cry..
If day is sunny or cloudy..
But that is fine..
For that is exactly what life is for all of us..
Memories, happiness and sorrows..
So in a way all of us are poets..
Just some of us write what we feel..
Some will never write or tell their feelings..
If all of us are poets..
Then life must be a poem...
You, my dear reader, may wonder how a poem about the moon  became a poem about life...
The answer is simple..
Poetry is about both romanticism and reality...
For romantic thoughts would not exist without reality..
Reality inspires poetry...
Which means life could not exist without dreams...
And dreams can become a reality..
For now my dream is to write poetry by moon light..
The poem was about the moonlight after all..
What is your dream...?

Boxing day is the day after Christmas,  when goods go on sale...
I have nothing to sell...
I have no money to buy either...
For my only possessions are my words, my thoughts and my feelings...
Maybe I will stand by the shopping plaza...
With a sign that says 'poems on sale.. buy one get two'...
Or 'For every three poems... a free sonnet'...
Perhaps '2023 poems at 2022 prices...'
The reality is no one would pay for them...
So I will give them for free...
For a poet, everyday is boxing day..
As we live to share our dreams and ideas...

I saw the moon...
I saw the sea...
I saw the stars...
I saw all the flowers of the world together...
I felt the sun...
I felt the sky
And all I had to do was look at your eyes...

You are always smiling.... 
Even though some people don't smile back at you.. 
You are always gifting us with the power of compassion... 
For you are the most compassionate soul I have ever met...
Never stop being who you are...
Never let that beautiful and brave soul of yours change... 
Laugh, Live...
Let your spirit roam free... 
Get all of us intoxicated with the wine of your eyes... 
For your eyes are a true elixir of life... 
Capable of giving happiness to anyone blessed by one of your looks... 
Today I celebrate you... 
That is why I wrote these humble words... 
Never give up...
No matter what... 
It is OK to cry... 
It is OK to be sad... 
For I will feel sad with you and will cry with you... 
No matter how far in time and space you are.. 
But remember... 
There will always be another day... 
And if you cry one day... 
Just make sure to smile and to laugh the next day... 
Life is too short... 
And it is better lived by laughing... 
So go ahead and laugh... 
Even if you think this poem is ****** and laugh at it... 
Then I can say I accomplished my mission to tickle your soul and make you laugh...

What a beautiful day this is...
I am seated by a tree...
I can hear the birds chirping...
The wind blowing...
Even fish in the pond are causing a splash...
There are kids running away from their parents...
It is like the whole nature wants to scream out of happiness...
And I am trying to write a poem for you...
But nothing comes to mind...
This whole place feels like a poem...
So then I am a poet immersed in a poem...
I suppose, as far as poetry goes, there could not be anything more beautiful than a poet being immersed in a poem...
I can only think of another sensation as beautiful as this...
And that is seeing my reflection on your eyes...
For your eyes are pure poetry...
So that is the other one instance where this poet was immersed in a poem...
Now I understand why looking at your eyes, in any season, feels like a spring day...

I am not sure why my umbrella is  open...
Perhaps I wanted to avoid getting soaked by the rain of your love and your kisses...
Last time I closed my umbrella I got burned...
For it wasn't raining love...
But hate and ego...
But I can tell your rain is sincere...
It is perhaps the rain I've been waiting all my life...
This is the rain that can nurture my happiness...
I can hear the sweet drops hitting the umbrella's canopy...
I need to accept reality...
I need your rain...
I can't wait to get soaked in your sweetness...
I am closing my umbrella...
For good...

You stomped on my heart...
You had no mercy...
Always making me believe you had feelings for me...
Now I feel used...
It is a mystery...
Why do I keep caring about you...
After the way you treated me...
Maybe I'm still in love...
I will never stomp on your heart...
But I will not allow you to stomp on mine any more...
This is the last sentence I ever write for you...
You will probably never read it...
Is all the same...
All these years I have been writing to the wind...
What a funny feeling...
I love you...
But I don't respect you...

Horizon is what I had lost...
By thinking of you...
And living for you...
And allowing my life to revolve around you...
A moon can not orbit a planet if it is not wanted...
That goes for me also...
I can't allow my life to revolve around a woman who does not care about me...
Your silence...
And your lack of love for me...
Which hurt me a lot...
Were really a blessing in disguise...
For I now finally see the horizon...
A Horizon where I am free...
And without pain...
This may sound ironic...
And maybe even silly...
But thank you for being who you are...
Had you not been truly yourself...
I would have not seen the light...
I would have not understood that chasing you was not worth it...
So... Thank you...
I wish you the best...
For all of us deserve to find our own Horizon..

Every wall calendar has comments on days that are either a holiday or a special occasion..
Mine has 'valentine day' written on all 365 days of the year..
And I suppose that is right..
For everyday should be a celebration of the people we love and care for...
Life has to be a celebration of people..
Specially the ones that make our life sweeter..
And brighter...
Happy valentines day..
Today and everyday...

What you see on remembrance day morning if you are walking in the park...
A blue jay..
A semi frozen creek...
A gray sky..
And all the leafs gone..
It is so peaceful and quiet...
It makes you think of the people that suffered through the wars...
I can't even imagine the horrors they would have gone through...
All the sacrifices they had to make...
I just can say they have all my respect and admiration...
There would not be words or speeches that would be enough to pay tribute to those men an women..
So I will just stay here in silence, almost with a tear in my eye...
saying thank you...
lets we forget...
The world today is a convoluted place...
And sadly some things have not changed...
Conflict seems to be part of human nature...
Let's hope someday there will be no wars anywhere...

You don't know it...
Perhaps you don't even realize it...
But you really brighten my days...
My days are not the same when I don't see you...
Or don't hear your voice...
You make me smile again...

Imagine you living in a world up there in the clouds...
All upside down...
A world where the earth is the sky...
A world where you see the snow rising towards the earth...
As well as the rain...
A world where you see flowers hanging from the sky...
A world where the oceans and the rivers seem to attract water from the clouds...
A world where you can enjoy seasons from above...
And you always wake up with a different sky...
With the mountains and the cities hanging from the sky...
For the clouds are transported by the wind...
Such a world exists...
In my mind and my heart...
And such a world would be paradise...
If your eyes were there to enjoy it with me...
For now I will continue looking from window...
Enjoying  the snow rise..
And hoping your eyes up there are looking at my cloud...

Here I am by the forest..
The air is clean and crisp...
The sun is bathing the trees and the leaves...
The wind seems  playful this morning...
Caressing everything on its path...
A few of the leaves can not hold on to the branches...
And they just rejoin the land...
The same land where they were born...
Some are taken by the creek...
And they start a journey to a new destination...
They rotate on the creek...
As if waving goodbye...
What a beautiful display...
I don't want to leave...
The wind picks up speed...
And a flock of leaves falls over me...
As if nature wants to give me a shower...
Two little birdies start chirping...
I don't know if they are making fun of me...
Or just want to be part of the beautiful play nature is putting for me this morning...
One way or the other...
It does not matter..
For I love this forest...
All its sounds and sights...
And I am now thinking each leaf falling over me carries a good wish...
I hope the creek and the wind bring all those good wishes to you...
Perhaps the first wish they have is for you to come to visit one day and say hi...
Their second wish is for you to have a good night...
I wish I could continue to write...
But the sound of the creek is like a lullaby for my soul and senses...
So off I go...
To carry on with my day...
For I am a dreamer...
A small chipmunk is here now...
Seems she came to wish a good day also...
She just left...
Time for this dreamer to keep going also...

The Easter poet goes away...
His rabbit costume for a year he will not wear...
If you want to see him before that...
A carrot in your backyard you must hide...
Although if flowers you have...
He may even show up...
For his body nurtures of carrots...
And his soul of flowers for inspiration...
Even if through the window you peek...
A treat poem for you he may leave...