Poems About Love
A Price Too Great
“Everyone has their price,” it’s been said;
a statement defining corruption;
a measure of evil, in all, has been bred;
it seems a logical deduction.
It implies that all can be bought and sold;
there are none righteous; not even one;
all; compromised by the
Stern Teachers
How can we recognize when we’re wrong;
what is the determinant sign?
Many are the times we simply go along;
unwilling to argue or whine.
When the pangs of guilt suddenly arrive;
we succumb to the obvious truth;
forgoing temptations to cajole or conive;
while giving up
Life, Off The Cuff
Sometimes we say things without thinking;
making our comments seem quite rough;
comments that make it seem we’re drinking;
usually referred to, as off the cuff.
Often we pay so very little attention;
to the things that we do and say;
as tho thought’s
The Enemy Within
We spend most of life making a friend;
two heads seem better than one;
we need others, upon whom, we depend;
a grandfather, daughter or son.
A true friend can be almost anyone;
real friendship takes much time;
a father, mother, daughter or a son;
or stranger,
Keep In Touch
Knowing that we treasured each other;
thinking the other needed a crutch;
speaking heartfelt words to a brother:
“Be sure you keep in touch!”
It’s a common message; harmless, seeming;
subtly planting a memory link;
simultaneous, mind to mind streaming;
putting separate minds in sync.
Thoughts
…Unloved And Alone
Most of my life there were others around;
people, with whom, stories I share;
ordinary voices have a melodious sound;
just knowing there’s someone there.
Many relate becoming alone in a crowd;
not knowing what alone is about;
their platitudes leave me to laugh outloud;
their
The First Mate Of My Soul
I would like to think of myself as a sage;
but a sage, I could never be;
sometimes I struggle, to even engage;
my thoughts are what I see.
Vision is not what we see with our eyes;
all our thoughts are world’s
Trees Of Life
I feel very much like a Sycamore tree;
enduring the winds of Autumn;
planted where God chose me to be;
most of my leaves have fallen.
Leaves of orange and brown; at my feet;
signs of progency yet to come;
where destiny and circumstance meet;
my roots
