The Flowers Among The Weeds

In the midst of the weeds at the end of my yard;
was a large yellow clump of flowers;
their brilliant color just seemed to bombard,
all the weeds with bright yellow showers.

I didn’t quite know just what they were;
but beautiful was certainly their name;
and all

Flowers Floating Downstream

I gazed at a stream that gently flowed by;
a wildflower, floating atop it’s surface;
prompting me to consider reasons why;
the reasons for life; it’s deeper purpose.

From where did that wildflower come;
and how did it catch my eye?
It’s existance in this life, nearly

Spores Of Love

All truth is best expressed in thought;
for thoughts can't be erased or changed;
if we could read them, we'd know what ought;
but, turned into words, they're rearranged.

Thoughts are idly, floating free in the air;
there's no way they can be disguised;
pushed by a breeze; words blow

A Man In A Raincoat

I feel like a man in a raincoat;
only my naked soul, inside;
guarded by a drawbridge and moat;
feeling I’ve something to hide.

Unapproachable; guarded from others;
feelings not wanting to share;
guarding myself from all lovers;
not believing there’s someone to care.

My raincoat has served

Why Doth Beauty Cry?

Why is it that beauty doth cry;
for tears cannot erase sorrow;
and life too soon passes us by;
as the future becomes tomorrow.

But the morrow brings life anew;
new beginnings birth new love;
through such a process we grew;
and ascended to new life above.

Emotions and feelings

The Measure Of A Man

When we consider how a man is measured;
Samson most often comes to mind;
for his physical strength was treasured;
but is that how a man is defined?

King David, from the Bible, lauded;
with a sling, he challenged a giant;
when he won, he was richly applauded;
for he

"Woody Didn't Do It"

It seems so long ago,
that on our deck, apply;
we would scatter seed,
for hungry birds passing by.

In, the winged hungry flew;
seeking the menu de jour;
offering the best we could do;
we were the avian restauranteur.

A few of our customers dined in;
carry out: the

To Be

There is a place called reality;
most have never known;
a place where only mind can see;
by thought; and thought alone.

It extends for all eternity;
contained within it’s midst;
all that mind’s eye can see;
and all that eyes have missed.

Thought creates within his realm;

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