Reading What I Wrote

Reading What I Wrote

Feed back about my work has been mixed lately, those that liked it read it aloud; those who didn't like it didn't. Once my poems were read aloud, those that didn't suddenly did. So, I post this advice: read my poems out loud, you might just hear something you didn't know was there...

Monday, October 20, 2014


Where do they come from?
Where do they go?

Hitting like a freight train,
Stinging like a bee,
Floating like a butterfly,
The beauty of the tree.
Sunrise, sunset,
The moments in between.
Paintings, movies,
Sights not yet seen.
Silence, sirens,
The moments within a song.
Doing things right,
Still getting them wrong.
The feelings you have;
The feelings you won't.
The happiness you bring;
The quarrels you don't.
Soft rain proceeding
Thundering dark storms.
Rainbows and sunshine
When the weather turns warm.
Reality, insanity,
A very fine line defines.
Keeping to the rules,
Then coloring outside the lines.
Holding onto hope -
When all is lost.
Winning the game
With a hail Mary toss.

So fleeting, so haunting,
You never can know.....

So take your seeds and plant them all,
Some will grow weeds but others will grow tall.

While the tall ones grow strong with bright brilliant leaves,
Do not discount the power of weeds.
They teach you that you can't always win.
They toughen you up, to take one on the chin.
They teach you not to plant where they grow,
For they take advantage of all that you know.