Here I am
Looking into your eyes
I see what you feel for me
You regret that you ever met me
I can see it because your eyes are stormy
I see your anger I see your hate
When you look at me
I see the lightening in your eyes
Then I know I must be on my way
I know because you’re eyes are stormy
You look at me real nasty
And I know you would rather be
With someone else
That’s when I know we must go separate ways
The love we had no long bears
The symbol of eternity
We got in a fight
And decided to part
Because your eyes were stormy
Posts Tagged "Rhyme"
Beauty beckons every flower,
Nature’s hand gently opens the bloom,
Spring’s artist paints it glorious colors,
A honey bee finds the pollen room
And just as gently we are made, with beauty abounding,
Or first step is graced with nature’s smile upon our face,
As we grow, the artist’s hand paints in color and detail.
With the final stoke we are perfect,
Just as Beauty beckons the next flower to perfection.
–Published in At Water’s Edge ‘95
When life throws you a curve ball
be careful what you say.
When smiles turn suddenly to frowns
you’d better get out of the way.
When things are not going your way
try it another day.
If happiness turns sour and every day is a pain, take an aspirin.
All things corrected, now what do you do?
When life throws you a curve ball, DUCK!
When a friend is in trouble and needs comfort,
I am there.
Just to listen, or give advice,
I am there.
For prayer and healing,
Or some quiet words,
I am there.
So come with your troubles and strife,
I will help in all I can,
I am there.
Never fear, for my heart feels your pain,
I am there.
Strength and comfort I provide,
My arms are open wide,
I am there.
Speak, for you are who I listen alone,
I am there.
Cry if you need to,
For my shoulder is to cry on,
I am there.
Do not worry for my soul cries aloud for you,
I am there.
Tell me your thoughts, troubles and sorrows,
I can handle them all, I am there.
For you alone is my purpose,
To be strong for you,
I am there.
With quite reflection,
You have comfort,
I am there.
Friends are everything to me,
You will always know,
I am always there.
Tags: Friendship, Rhyme
Good-bye is not forever
We will meet another day
Through all our trials
the day will come
When we will come home
Hello again, I will say
Nice to know you care
Through the past we will look
And laugh at the good times
Cry at the bad
Because no one knew
I could be so long
Before good-bye did not mean forever.
Tags: Friendship, Loneliness, Rhyme
Our eyes have only one color.
We get it from our father and mother.
And although they may be bland to us,
They are beautiful to another.
Our eyes come in many colors,
Blues and browns and greens.
But some of us are lucky,
They are the ones with color queens.
Their eyes are like windows,
Into the world of emotion.
Each color has a meaning,
They always cause quite a commotion.
Whether their eyes are blue, green, or coffee,
They always look so pretty.
So when you see those gorgeous eyes, Don’t turn green with envy.
For they never asked for their eyes,
Just like you had no choice in the matter.
Because they have said they dislike their eyes,
And when they cause all the chatter.
Tags: Colors, Emotions, Friendship, Rhyme
Soft as an easy chair,
Warm as a summer’s day,
New love is so cliche,
Where roses choke the air.
A drumming heart knows
how fresh love is savored
and special moments favored;
How quickly new love grows.
Dreams of decadence and lace,
Enamored kisses and stolen smiles,
Completely ignoring daily trials
Sworn no other love could replace.
New, each an every time,
Even in re polished love,
Mirrored in the sky above;
Taste new love in a rhyme.
A tender red rose lay bleeding;
Painfully torn from lover’s hands.
It’s delicate life force pleading,
and yet, no one heeds its demands.
Red rose turned to saddened blue
as it shrivels up forgotten.
Sharp thorns harden in one’s view
as the red rose lay; rotten.
Sweet death becomes a rose
and pictures morbid curiosity.
The color bold once, now goes;
Faded then darkened ferociously.
Black rose of sacred night
When love lay vividly dying
Was reborn from true love light
And fed on happiness crying.
Still beauty clings to the rose
In all of silence; muddy glory;
Only the heart of the lover knows
the true passion turned black story.
Oh beautiful Venus, come hear my song!
My muse, Yea, hallowed goddess, belong,
Amidst my lyrical passion filled quest;
Resolving love’s difficulty, may I be blessed.
Lovers in history search for an explanation,
For their sweetened transcendent exhilaration,
Of emotional release in a sun-streaked moment,
Through which powers of undying commitment;
Bring an average person to star-drenched words
Of love and passion in flight: heavenward.
Love, once separate in its power to overcome the heart,
Onto the brain dewy stained rainbows impart;
Only marks upon a person’s forever changed life.
Once St. Valentine gifted husband with wife;
He blessed the beauty of love and the sensation
Of unending desire and lust — oh sweet liberation!
Emotions enraptured my heart, dear muse,
It beckons my pen to sort out the pale hues
Of my love, my desire and my passionate gaze.
My entire body fueling my lust setting me ablaze!
May the one I am bound to love a day and forever,
Savor and be enraptured in my heart’s endeavor.
I am but a lowly poet, speaking her piece with pen
Please issue my declaration once and again:
Love has smitten this girl with pleasure’s peace
Swirling power of desire is set to increase.
Let the eternal voice of a poet herald this line,
Love is the shared emotion of you and I combined!
Once feelings expressed, love does not wither,
It grows into something more, stronger, better.
Gifted out of need, pleasure and trust,
Explosion of sensations; wanton lust.
Feel the heart, the mind and tears swell,
Power of love, dear Venus knew it well.