know many that truly run deep,
then there is the shallow kind;
You never truly know anyone
unless you could read their mind.
A shallow mind does not think
outside the box most often
They do not think of tomorrow
and yesterday's forgotten.
Some laugh because those around
them laugh at a joke or two
Never really knowing why
or understanding what they do.
Then there are those who are so bright
You should absorb their ideas like a sponge
Instead we find ourselves frustrated
And their words and advice we expunge.
You'll find the quiet type are not so simple
And the loud ones that you'll hear boast
Only do so to cover issues
Silence sometimes says the most.
Friends will tell you what they know
even when you act like you don't care;
about work, family and life
precious moments they will share.
So, you never truly know someone
unless you can read their mind
some run deep and full of thoughts
then there is the shallow kind.
We all have a voice, however do not speak
All have eyes, but refuse to see
With our ears, we do not hear
The sights, the sounds, reality...
If we were to speak, what would we say?
If we looked real close, what would we see?
Open our ears, what would we hear?
Our hearts, our minds to reality...
We'd say the words of our fathers before us
Look at the world they left behind
We'd hear the cries of those in need
Our hearts would open up our minds.
We have a voice, we should be speaking
With our eyes we should try to see
Hear the cries of those who need us
Open up our hearts to reality.
Only 3 or 4 likes,
On things that I post
That really does bite.
Facebook should be a place
To share with our friends,
But does that mean
That “in real” sharing ends?
How often do we now
Pick up the phone,
To call and say hi
Not to text or to roam…
Across Googles’ pages
Or playing a game,
But actually call and
Ask for someone by name.
Is a thing of the past,
We text and we type
We think of talk last.
If someone is hurting
Or wearing a frown,
We send them a text
And don’t come around.
What happened to days
Of sharing a tea,
Chatting about children
Jobs and hubby?
What happened to days
Of sharing our time,
Visiting a neighbor
Bringing them pie?
Seems that the more
With it it brings
Less time for romances.
Dating now done
By the internet too,
No more mystery
Of one finding you.
So next time you pick
Up your phone to text,
Dial a number to someone
Who thinks you forget…
That thing they call Skype.
next best to face to face
Sharing life's moments
Just make time to embrace.
When I sit here at home
Decide to write a poem
It really is easy you see
I then start to type
Or maybe I'll write
The words as they're coming to me.
It may be a verse
Or it may be more
Could be about just anything
Sometimes about life
Never know what I'll write
Depends on what the thoughts will bring.
Some say they can't
Yet you'll see them rant
On Facebook about things they know
What they can do
Is organize their thoughts too
And post it in the form of a poem.
Words on paper
Song soon to be
Words of thoughts
Funny how simple words
Can turn your life around
Take words and add music
To make the perfect sound.
Add the inflection
Bring life to the words
Sung with expression
New meanings occurred
Some words are just
That and meant to be
Read for the moment
Or become history
But when you add music
To the words that you pen
They touch hearts and souls
Of family and friends
And to others who are privileged
To hear the music you sing
You are able to change lives
With the joy of song that you bring
So next time you write
Some words down in pen
share them with music
The joys never end.
I've had writers block for weeks now
Cannot get the words on paper
Look around for inspiration
Folk would think me a gaper
Although no amazement or wonder be found.
I've not written words in a week or more
Memories and thoughts gone astray
Seek to find something new
My mind is in such disarray
Organizing them seems such a chore.
I've got to sit and write once again
Find words to pen into art
Search the mind and the soul
Be the best place to start
Then get out the paper and the pen.
Had to be cream
not white nor ivory
no lace, no frills
satin skirt and bodice
sheer arms and neckline
back bared in a V
button up train
delicate daisies adorn
elegantly at the waist
crashing of thunder, waves against rocks
fireworks, concerts, jet engine sparks
sounds silence still in the still summer stir
whispers breeze through the night trees to her
cold air softly wisps through her hair
gently reminding her to listen and care
sounds that ring out into the dark summer sky
the bell rings out for all of those who have died
Yellow, brown, red
Trojan queen head
off the coast
is your host
be no more to see
of your spots
up in the trees
you've been caught
a time or two
shows it's face to you
been your home
may be your tombs
The silhouette of her hands
shown against the white backdrop
Her gown shimmered
As she performed the dance
Graceful as a cat on a tightrope
Her body moved across the stage
Her gray hair held by a pencil
No money for barrettes
She flowed off the stage
met by a young lad holding a balloon
Could not afford flowers he stated
The last dime got spent on a loaf of bread.
Contest-following words had to be used in poem:
She stood on the corner
lights flashing... red, green, yellow
behind her blue, purple, pink.
The smoke followed her out like a Jet-stream
gathering as shadows under the streetlamp
she'd left behind
or had she?
The sounds got louder
a blinding light.
A horn blows,
squeal of tires;
the light was red....
she was numb
She stood on the corner.
We tossed like two ships in the storm
rocking and swaying, sails unfurled
storms of nature have no forgiveness
and lay calm when it sets to rest
Winds whip wild with weathers warnings
sucking silently souls soveriegn
making madness mild manners mare
baring bold brave bounty bathing
ships come to rest as they're washed up to the shore
hitting hard on the rocks now holes in its hull
calme after the storm sheds new lights of the weather
and lay heavy it's burdens when it sets to rest
Statuesque you stand
Holding onto memories
Some of porcelain, some of glass
Each with a different story
Brilliantly you light the room
Casting prisms of color there
Sparkling silver, red and gold
So much we want to share
Pretty packages adorn you now
In the corner shining bright
We join hands and sing a song
On this most Holy Night
As a rose clings to a vine
We tend to cling to things of past time
As a child clings to a parent for peace
We tend to cling instead of erase...
Mistakes we will make, but the greatest of all
Is the one that you keep written upon the wall
Just like a chalkboard, you may erase and begin
There are times when you should just start again,
As a rose clings to a vine
We need to let go and learn how to climb
As we learn and move forward with a new peace
Our past mistakes will soon release...
Forgiveness you'll learn, forget you will not
In time you will learn many things are not bought,
Just like a bird who will fly from it's nest
There are times when you know that you just done your best.
too many tomorrows and a week of yesterdays
seem to be all we know as we work and play
yesterday has gone by, tomorrow's yet to come
seems like today we never get anything we need done
a week of yesterdays followed by more tomorrows
why do we put things off and sit and feed our sorrows
never will we see the things we need to do today
when all we see is tomorrow and soon to be yesterday.
Years ago we did not hear
The two words "Go Green"
We walked to most places
Or on a bike may be seen.
We recycled out of habit
Book covers from paper bags
Re-used any old cloth
For our housecleaning rags.
Every little thing
In our cupboard you would find
Butter dishes, empty Jars
Things of that kind
Their original use was gone
New uses for them we found
Was not much we threw away
Even composted coffee grounds
We composted for our garden
Not realizing that we
Were doing all these things
That one day'd be "Go Green",
It did not end here Our life was simpler by far We combined our trips Put less miles on our car.
Things were much easier In the days back then We'd get milk from the cow And eggs from the hen
We'd grow our own gardens And then can them away We'd stock up on food For those cold wintry days.
We'd walk and we'd talk Instead of going to the gym Things sure were more fun In the days "back then".
So, when you hear The two words "Go Green" Talk to your elders And you'll see what I mean
Life has not gotten simpler with time Common sense there seemed to be Now with such waste we need to remind Everyone to please "Go Green".
just had a thought
A thought the other day
Do we truly notice
What people do and say?
I saw your sister
I saw her over there
I saw your sister
With the auburn hair
she did not see me
She did not know
I saw her dancing
Putting on a show
I saw your sister
I saw her smile
I had not seen her
In a long, long while
She did not see me
As she took her bow
She did not see me
Not then, not now.
Have you ever listened
To what people say
They do not realize
As they go on their way
How many listen
To them through the day...
the thoughts you're thinking
You may say out loud
And not then realize
You are in a crowd..
Do you ever realize
You're never out of sight
someone's always watching
Though it seems not right
We really never
Are truly alone
and you may be captured
Easily by someone's phone.
I just heard your thought
Though your miles away
Do we really notice
As we go through our day,
Watching and listening
to what others do and say?
What did you say
Did I truly hear
Do we always say
The things we fear?
Do we tell white lies
To protect loves one who
Would otherwise be hurt
By things you'd say and do?
Is there really a thing
Called a white lie
Or is it just a way
For the truth to hide?
Regardless of how small
Or if a mountain you'd climb
The truth is the way
To get things off of your mind.
The next time you think
You are saving someone
By telling a white lie
Of something been done
Step back and realize
The truth always comes out
Best be it comes first
Then if you go round about.
So what did you say
Was it the truth that you told
Be sure that it is
And their trust you will hold.
Trust is more important
Than any white lie you say
It will help in the moment
And bring light to your day.
Once I knew your number, it was right in my head
Now I just press a button on my phone instead
At one time to go and play meant to go outside
Now the children only want the games they have inside
Computers are the new age thing and everyone has one
Now I ask have they helped the world or is it all undone?
Once a child would do his math with pencil and eraser
Now he’s taught with a calculator found upon his Acer
At one time a child would be proud to win a spelling bee
Now the children have spell check to make them worry free
Computers are the new way to teach a child to write
Now I ask have they helped the world or is it wrong not right?
Once a child learned to write and do math as we did back then
Now there's a computer on every desk, on a brain they don't depend
Is technology really helping our children, they do not communicate
They learn not to talk, they text, is it already much too late
They do not talk to teachers for answers, or even mom or dad,
Instead they turn to Google for the answers that it has
Once a child was taught to learn from a book and learned to read
Now I ask have we helped the world by all this techno greed?
Skirts too high
Pants too low
Heads bowed down
On the phone
You may have thought
To say a prayer
It is cell phone life
Taking them everywhere
Around the town
Do not even notice
Others are around
Do not use
Their voice to talk
Instead they text
As they drive and walk
What has happened
To our society
All this corruption
Cops get shot
Because they're in blue
It's their color too
We all are really
Only one race
In this worldly space
When will we see peace
About this land
We must take a stand.
If only the energy
It takes to play
Would work for good
We could find a way
Stop pointing fingers
Look in the mirror
Solutions we seek
Now getting nearer
Put on a longer skirt
Pull up your jeans
Bow down your head
By all means
Pray for our nation
For peace to find
A world filled with hope
There is still time.
All good things must come to an end
That is not so when it is family or friend.
We wish that we could hold onto the days
Forever and know they will not go away,
We do when we carry memories in our heart
Though distant, we truly are never apart.
The modern era of internet and yes Skype
Make it possible even if one is not able to type..
To chat and to see those smiling faces
And share pictures of memories and of places...
We spend time together, have so much fun
But truly the memories have just begun...
We'll cherish each one until next time we see
Our loved ones again to make new memories.
So, no, all good things do not have to end
They live on in our hearts to think of again..
Time with our loved ones is time spent well
Laughter and stories that one day they will tell
To their children when we may be away
But our memories in their hearts will stay...
So go out and have fun, make a memory or two
Go to the playground, the park or the zoo..
Enjoy your time with your family and friends
All good things do not have to come to an end.