Poems About Love
Reconstructing
After wars; there’s a period of reconstruction;
for any kingdom is in constant conflict;
in the gap in-between; peace brings seduction;
and some leaders govern by edict.
What is it that makes one want to be king;
becoming in charge of one and all;
the one who decides
The Power Of Thought
Thought is creator of all that’s made;
the blueprint behind all creation;
planner, where each brick was laid;
allowing for no deviation.
Thought held all energy, hidden within;
converting some of it, to sound;
allowing the Light of Life to creep in;
and it suddenly
I Am The River Of Life
I am water from the river of life;
emptying into reality’s ocean;
fighting rapids of earthly strife;
embodying love’s devotion.
God didn’t always promise peace;
for such is destiny; not means;
but, he did speak of sweet release;
for all is
The Badge Of Humility
A smart man, who, when asked, how he was doing;
replied, “Better than I deserve.”
Taking into account, how his wealth was accruing;
I was taken aback by his nerve.
Strangely, I took it as a unique form of boasting;
indicative of a prideful form of
Soul Agenda
All souls, created, have a purpose;
seldom does one, know what it is;
it’s usually hidden, neath the surface;
only the Master knows; it’s his.
A Great Artist, creates for a reason;
whether working in marble or oils;
applying mediums, according to season;
to each creator,
Sliding Downhill
I’m riding my sled down a steep hill of snow;
from a distant childhood memory;
ever growing faster, the farther I go;
my thoughts are almost sensory.
I know, from memory, when I reach the end;
my father will still be there;
no matter how recklessly, I
Meeting Of The Minds
I looked intently into blue eyes;
clearly windows to the mind;
the body shell; an invented disguise;
concealing a soul, God designed.
For I was meeting a consciousness;
an internal energy being;
beyond the eyes was mindfulness;
more than hearing and seeing.
Blue eyes flashed; a
…Love Passes On
Where have you suddenly gone;
you, who I’ve held so dear?
Passing through new dawn,
images remain, so clear.
As the sun is going down;
silencing the peaceful night;
not allowing memory to drown;
you still are my soul’s delight.
The memories of all we
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