The Greatest Power
There is a source; the greatest power;
beyond all others combined;
one enabling the growth of a flower;
beyond all powers designed.
One might well think that power is love;
but love is only a small fraction.
A power from within; not from above;
love strengthens its
Season Of Salvation
The greatest poem that I’ve ever written;
was only penned in my mind;
perhaps its expressions are, now forbidden;
and its memory, left behind.
Perfection; a plateau beyond man’s reach;
tragedy and sorrow; more his style;
to the Lord of All; I most humbly beseach:
It Takes A Village
(Bonus by special request)
I’ve heard many foolish words uttered;
that some people take as serious;
some, such words, are as wisdom, stuttered;
for the authors must be delirious.
Some are quite harmless, like piles of sand;
an idle mind’s thoughtless expression;
but, others
Enchanting Eyes
I saw a beautiful woman today;
I can’t begin to describe her;
I was taken aback; as she came my way;
I almost felt I’d imbibed her.
Her radiant beauty; impossible to be missed;
tho expressions concealed her disguise;
her lips reached out; longing to be
The Broken Chandelier
The chandelier is a metaphor of life;
created for its beauty and utility;
snowflakes of glass dispersing light;
possessing an air of nobility.
Hanging from nowhere; scattering Light;
from the particles of glass it came;
created to transform the darkness of night;
all, put together, in the
The Shadow Of Her Smile
I often see the shadow of her smile;
tho her face has faded to past;
it sneaks into my mind; once in a while;
its heart and mystic still last.
It seems only yesterday; she was here;
a core of my purpose; my life;
I
I Don’t Fit In
I often wonder what’s wrong with me;
I’m uncomfortable in my own skin;
my mind conceives what eyes can’t see;
it’s clear, that I just don’t fit in.
I compare today with thoughts as a child;
for answers, I seek
The Charade
To many; this life is an endless vacation;
a circus; a celebration; a parade;
this season of life can lead to stagnation;
we’re on stage to perform a charade.
This season isn’t at all; what it may seem;
and, season is all that this is;
we’
