Inside
It’s there,
It’s going,
But it’s not getting anywhere,
Usually it’s speeding
But right now
And lately
The fuel to make it move
Has been running low
The vehicle has been
Built
But now it needs
An energy source.
Tag / Poems
Of Hope And Happiness On A Sunday
Flying Blind
Meeting someone new
Enjoying each other’s company
Feelings of friendship forming
The thought that a person
Can feel love towards another,
Can accept another,
And can create a friendship
That is as meaningful
As any other
In true friendship there is love
A love that, if it is not hindered
Could found a firm relationship
And when it is controlled,
There is a bond formed
That will keep the two friends
In touch for life.
Sundays are for poetry, coffee, and mimosas
A Flower For Every Season
Beauty is the crimson Rose
Flaring red so that people
Will come close to smell
Beauty
Personality is the golden Dandelion
Erupting in yellow so that people
Will come close and end up
With a splotch of colorful personality
On their nose
Mix the two and the result
Is the ivory Honeysuckle
The pleasant aroma attracts people
To come nearer and discover
The sweet honey inside.
