Poems About Love
It was a lifetime ago; or so it seemed;
places and people; no longer here;
a cloudy mist, as tho it’d been dreamed;
its very presence, become austere.
Maintaining an aura of energy sensitivity;
my thoughts became what I feel;
consciousness demonstrated no proclivity;
to separate a dream, from
Higher than the highest mountain;
deeper than the deepest sea;
water, from the purest fountain;
is God’s depth of love for me.
How can I, this great love, measure;
thru such jewels as rubies and gold;
to imagine such an endless treasure;
for mere trinkets; was willingly sold.
I
…The Master is omnipotent and omniscient;
total control is within His grasp;
the Lord of All is in no way deficient;
no form of rebellion, could last.
His will is nothing, other than perfection;
and, by Him; His will shall become.
He can control and eliminate rejection;
making all of
Sadness is much like an ocean;
a wave of sorrow, mingled with grief;
a constant energy, filled with emotion,
from which there seems no chance of relief.
Appearing in the distance; mere thought,
it quickly envelops all that we be;
transforming us to becoming distraught,
the energy morphs itself into
I really can’t say, how it all came about;
somehow, I became a sculptor of words;
voices are troublesome, when they shout;
and poetry is the sculpture of nerds.
They always say if the shoe fits; wear it;
so I slipped those shoes on my feet;
they squeeze my
I walked through a store, I used to shop;
I could feel her at my side;
a memory existed; like a photo op;
how could such memory reside?
Little bleeps and blurbs, of memories past;
my present awareness could not escape;
news clips of a lifetime, seemed to just last;
I write from my feelings, deep within;
intending your sorrows to share;
sometimes, I don’t know where to begin;
wanting to show others, I care.
Strangly enough, such feelings return;
emotions travel in a circular fashion;
from such energies, I’m able to learn;
the Love of God’s
A beautiful red bird entered my world;
a flower of a rose wearing wings;
into the world this Cardinal was hurled;
strutting with the trappings of kings.
Why he had come; no one knows;
he had simply come from nowhere;
and Perfection in red took his pose;
and all were
