Even as the shadows of life flow past with time,
two sets of misty eyes see each other clear every day.
Now with many ways to say I love you in cards, two hands holding with a whispering soft kiss is still the way.
Distance of the mind can never take all the loved stored for her, since more there is every day together when you wake up.
Letting the eyes remind each other the beauty of
each other you do, on your pedestal she is still on top.
Each difference of age has no meaning,
love rules every number as is stars.
So they say when a car gets too old, replace it, well, your love of life runs perfect, no matter what kind of new car.
Sitting in a chair of wheels does not stop him, push you
to heaven he will, circle of life you both follow as one.
Maybe a thought or two is lost as time does to all,
two hearts still beat as one as long as there is a sun.
In our two hands that hold each other is an ageless magic
never seen very often. I hold his heart while he holds mine.
No wrinkles will take way the softness of her kiss, tender
then as is now, we are a heaven’s match of a find.
Did I thank you for being my wife, my best friend, my precious soul to cherish, my sun to light the way?
So you do when you look in my eyes. When we wake and when we go to sleep, safe in your arms I will be till our final days.
After 57 years, the rose still has blossom left to it.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
DREAMS
Dear Mommy, when I was one everything was
new for me, except our dog was my best friend.
Remembering you Mommy will be timeless. When I
was two, my eyes got bigger to see everything to no end.
Even if my words were not clear, love in my eyes
were, yet this imprint will last forever in my mind.
As my tiny voice tries to call you on my last night here,
my tiny hands reach out as our dog I did find.
Miss you Mommy I will, my teardrops dry up
as fast as I have them in the heat of the flames.
So me and our dog sleep to dream of the day when we
will see you again, I hope you will remember our names.
A two year old boy and his dog were reflected in this poem when they both died in a fire with the boy’s arms around the dog, never leaving his side.
new for me, except our dog was my best friend.
Remembering you Mommy will be timeless. When I
was two, my eyes got bigger to see everything to no end.
Even if my words were not clear, love in my eyes
were, yet this imprint will last forever in my mind.
As my tiny voice tries to call you on my last night here,
my tiny hands reach out as our dog I did find.
Miss you Mommy I will, my teardrops dry up
as fast as I have them in the heat of the flames.
So me and our dog sleep to dream of the day when we
will see you again, I hope you will remember our names.
A two year old boy and his dog were reflected in this poem when they both died in a fire with the boy’s arms around the dog, never leaving his side.
MY PIANO
Maybe if I play the right melody he will stay,
and not leave me with empty thoughts of him.
Yesterday was a year ago we met; he is sleeping on my bed,
knowing, in the morning he has to go, my life is dim.
Playing my song of love is precious to me,
so as he sleeps, I play to feel him in my heart.
I fell in love for the first time and I don’t want
to lose it, I don’t even want to be apart.
As I close my eyes, I see his tender hands
on my face, wiping my tears, gentle as he can be.
Now my tears hit the keys to the shape
of rose petals for only my eyes to see.
On the last note I echo, “Where are you my angel?”
as I stand and silently hit that last key.
This is a great poem for a song.
and not leave me with empty thoughts of him.
Yesterday was a year ago we met; he is sleeping on my bed,
knowing, in the morning he has to go, my life is dim.
Playing my song of love is precious to me,
so as he sleeps, I play to feel him in my heart.
I fell in love for the first time and I don’t want
to lose it, I don’t even want to be apart.
As I close my eyes, I see his tender hands
on my face, wiping my tears, gentle as he can be.
Now my tears hit the keys to the shape
of rose petals for only my eyes to see.
On the last note I echo, “Where are you my angel?”
as I stand and silently hit that last key.
This is a great poem for a song.
CANDLELIGHT
Can the truth be so real as we sit across
from each other and our eyes touch?
All hope of love rushes in
as a heartbeat on fire, yes, so much.
Nobody is on our minds except us two;
my hands touch hers, so soft.
Dancing to the flickering light her eyes do,
a teardrop falls, I am not that tough.
Letting the music flow through our bodies,
I know my love is gentle, yet strong in thought.
Each letter of forever is all I sense here,
she was always the one I sought.
Letting our lips meet is a passion long forgotten,
her fingers wipe my face of tears.
I have no words for what stirs inside, deep
in my heart, when she says forget your fears.
Getting that last deep breath out I do, the dim light
catches the sparkle of the ring I have out.
How does the fear of love feel so sad to me?
Of course she said yes, without a doubt.
Time had been so long looking, hoping,
wishing, was as being done from a long bout.
One of my many love poems.
from each other and our eyes touch?
All hope of love rushes in
as a heartbeat on fire, yes, so much.
Nobody is on our minds except us two;
my hands touch hers, so soft.
Dancing to the flickering light her eyes do,
a teardrop falls, I am not that tough.
Letting the music flow through our bodies,
I know my love is gentle, yet strong in thought.
Each letter of forever is all I sense here,
she was always the one I sought.
Letting our lips meet is a passion long forgotten,
her fingers wipe my face of tears.
I have no words for what stirs inside, deep
in my heart, when she says forget your fears.
Getting that last deep breath out I do, the dim light
catches the sparkle of the ring I have out.
How does the fear of love feel so sad to me?
Of course she said yes, without a doubt.
Time had been so long looking, hoping,
wishing, was as being done from a long bout.
One of my many love poems.
MY PIECE OF FLAG
Many names on stones can never replace the faces
as I said goodbye to their last breaths far away.
Yesterday some of us went on a hope of the word
freedom, others just hoped to come back someday.
Plenty of the oceans are still there, whispers of lost
comrades echo in the waves, lost words flow deep here.
In a soldier’s mind, you were a different cut of a man when you were there, now just to be a man you do every day with no fear.
Even the sky was a fog of war, it left me to leave
a light on at night to make sure I was real.
Can being a tough marine have you feel belief in tomorrow
to see the sun rise again? God did not make this deal.
Each echoing night that came to me was
my memories haunted of right and wrong.
Of my army friends, the flames of the candle light
flicker forever in my heart, for your fallen heroes gone.
For many, you went in faithless and came out holding
God’s hand, others are still finding themselves still.
Forward we walked on our world on fire, my eyes
felt ever flame, my heart had many holes to fill.
Look in my eyes, the emotions of these wars were seen through
the teardrops your mother and loved ones had when you came home.
Age of innocence was our motto back then, yet now
we have grown and have a piece of flag never to be alone.
Give peace a chance was a song still alive to this day, salute
the heroes still alive, to them choice was not a set tone.
This is my version of honoring our vets on Vereran's Day
as I said goodbye to their last breaths far away.
Yesterday some of us went on a hope of the word
freedom, others just hoped to come back someday.
Plenty of the oceans are still there, whispers of lost
comrades echo in the waves, lost words flow deep here.
In a soldier’s mind, you were a different cut of a man when you were there, now just to be a man you do every day with no fear.
Even the sky was a fog of war, it left me to leave
a light on at night to make sure I was real.
Can being a tough marine have you feel belief in tomorrow
to see the sun rise again? God did not make this deal.
Each echoing night that came to me was
my memories haunted of right and wrong.
Of my army friends, the flames of the candle light
flicker forever in my heart, for your fallen heroes gone.
For many, you went in faithless and came out holding
God’s hand, others are still finding themselves still.
Forward we walked on our world on fire, my eyes
felt ever flame, my heart had many holes to fill.
Look in my eyes, the emotions of these wars were seen through
the teardrops your mother and loved ones had when you came home.
Age of innocence was our motto back then, yet now
we have grown and have a piece of flag never to be alone.
Give peace a chance was a song still alive to this day, salute
the heroes still alive, to them choice was not a set tone.
This is my version of honoring our vets on Vereran's Day
Thursday, August 13, 2009
FIRE ANGEL
FIRE ANGEL
Freedom fighters they were called after that
unforgettable day, this was very strong in your heart.
In this life, you have a special code of honor that is
expressed, firefighters are in life’s circle far apart.
Remembering those who have fallen flows forever,
no names are needed, the soot on your face lets you know.
Every fire may have your destiny on it, yet fear
of this drives this away, as honesty is told.
All the dreams you had are given to the little fingers
you hold as you save a child to have them.
Now once, long ago, you made your peace with God,
so fate has two meanings here, “Blaze of Glory.”
Getting money for what you do is a need
you know, deep inside the why is another story.
Even if I do not know you, your courage
is far beyond mine, so I write this for you.
Let’s not forget, sometimes a life you cannot save,
they will know you tried, as He will too.
Freedom fighters they were called after that
unforgettable day, this was very strong in your heart.
In this life, you have a special code of honor that is
expressed, firefighters are in life’s circle far apart.
Remembering those who have fallen flows forever,
no names are needed, the soot on your face lets you know.
Every fire may have your destiny on it, yet fear
of this drives this away, as honesty is told.
All the dreams you had are given to the little fingers
you hold as you save a child to have them.
Now once, long ago, you made your peace with God,
so fate has two meanings here, “Blaze of Glory.”
Getting money for what you do is a need
you know, deep inside the why is another story.
Even if I do not know you, your courage
is far beyond mine, so I write this for you.
Let’s not forget, sometimes a life you cannot save,
they will know you tried, as He will too.
POWER OF ONE
POWER OF ONE
Perhaps looking for words of wisdom at a church
is not the only answer you seek.
Outside those two doors is where your life is. Inside yourself, all you do is ask the whys and when, acting so meek.
We forget that love is very powerful in many ways,
believe in this and life will have meaning again.
Even when, at night, lonely waves set in, push the love
from your soul and heart, then a new day can begin.
Remember our mind is very complex, put it to work
and anything can be done. See how love flows out.
Often words of advice have no hope, just others escaping from their own fears; believe and there will be no doubt.
Few there are who know how to seek the power
of love. He will always be close to help you.
Often we forget why we are here. Well, to find
the answer, live and maybe you will know too.
Now we can read of all of this in the book of Him,
yet pages of life is also a good book to read.
Each day has just one simple rule, endure, love, and cherish it; believe this and you will be the best you can be.
Perhaps looking for words of wisdom at a church
is not the only answer you seek.
Outside those two doors is where your life is. Inside yourself, all you do is ask the whys and when, acting so meek.
We forget that love is very powerful in many ways,
believe in this and life will have meaning again.
Even when, at night, lonely waves set in, push the love
from your soul and heart, then a new day can begin.
Remember our mind is very complex, put it to work
and anything can be done. See how love flows out.
Often words of advice have no hope, just others escaping from their own fears; believe and there will be no doubt.
Few there are who know how to seek the power
of love. He will always be close to help you.
Often we forget why we are here. Well, to find
the answer, live and maybe you will know too.
Now we can read of all of this in the book of Him,
yet pages of life is also a good book to read.
Each day has just one simple rule, endure, love, and cherish it; believe this and you will be the best you can be.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
INSPIRATION
I watch tears of joy from yet another lost soul
in life get back on the right path.
No one could have counted the many times I wrote hope
for those in need, endless would be the math.
Search deep in the eyes for the hurt I did, listen
to the words in the voices kept my pen busy.
Perhaps being alone in my mind reminds me
of sailing away, looking for purpose in life to be easy.
Inside, my heart’s eye seeks no one, they
come to me by fate of life that follows me.
Recall what people said to me, human angel I am. If you listen close, soft flutter of feathers bring light to the eyes of those who believe this can be.
As one passes on, come to me some do; I feel
to remind their loved ones, watch and wait they will do.
Time is funny when it comes to love; now, forever,
or maybe yet to come, how do you have time to be a fool?
I will always see the power of love an adventure in life,
so write to the heart and mind as one has been a great need.
Only being me took so long to find. The strength of hope
was always in you, I’m just helping grow the seed.
Now this word I wrote that my fans have given to me, I give this
to them, writing to lost souls is now my life’s deed.
in life get back on the right path.
No one could have counted the many times I wrote hope
for those in need, endless would be the math.
Search deep in the eyes for the hurt I did, listen
to the words in the voices kept my pen busy.
Perhaps being alone in my mind reminds me
of sailing away, looking for purpose in life to be easy.
Inside, my heart’s eye seeks no one, they
come to me by fate of life that follows me.
Recall what people said to me, human angel I am. If you listen close, soft flutter of feathers bring light to the eyes of those who believe this can be.
As one passes on, come to me some do; I feel
to remind their loved ones, watch and wait they will do.
Time is funny when it comes to love; now, forever,
or maybe yet to come, how do you have time to be a fool?
I will always see the power of love an adventure in life,
so write to the heart and mind as one has been a great need.
Only being me took so long to find. The strength of hope
was always in you, I’m just helping grow the seed.
Now this word I wrote that my fans have given to me, I give this
to them, writing to lost souls is now my life’s deed.
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