Poetry blogs

Sea

I know what no others know,
Why the oceans ebb and flow.
They rise and fall but not in tune
To the beck and call of a wanton moon.
'Tis heaven's most entrancing Daughter

Who?

The power to give
The power to take away,
Who has that power?

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The Do-It-Yourself Tango

I now have a new archenemy.
Cable TV is doing me in.
My wife has discovered HGTV
and my wallet is wearing quite thin.

She sits in rapture with pen in hand
taking furious and copious notes.

Stone Upon Stone

The wall that was built of mortar and stone
stands as a testament to fractured times.
Trespasses and indiscretions they set to atone
hide in shadows, no reasons, no rhymes.

Stand and Don’t Stammer

Stand a little taller in the exposing light,
let your realities come to bear.
Give a new clarity to the wonders of sight,
focusing on the pinpoint of the square.

Softening of a Wiseacre

Cheekiness is my nature,
spewing forth without enticement.
Tainted with bits of cynicism
evading attempts at containment.

If there is a ready barb,
be it blunt or of hardened steel,

Sexy Love

She touched me in her special way
knowingly and intentionally.
The warmth of her hand
and voltage of her kisses
caused power surges off the charts.
Those kisses meandered

Emotional Oasis

A Paradise found
In a desert of despair;
Friends soothe hurt feelings.

Saturday Swoon at a Latter Day Saloon

Country queens with lanky galoots
doing a two-step or the latest line dance.
Ten gallon hats and alligator boots,
any real cowboys here? Not a chance.

Black and White

Black Kiss

No Love;

White Hand

No Glove.

Black Rose

No Thorn;

White Tear

Not Born.

Black Tie

No Life;

White Face

No Wife.

Now Black,

~THAT LAZY SUMMER DAY~

One lazy summer day,
Among the swaying trees
Across my body bare
I feel the gentle breeze

Hiding from the sun
Underneath a parasol of branches
I daydream of you with me

Sun

I know why the sun is golden,
Not white sapphire as others are.
It is not because the sun's olden
Fires burn slower than other stars.
In truth he draws a golden veil

Shore Of Our GOD

Unit 10 Day 5

Today I will sing of what is in my heart.

If any of you hear the call of GOD. As my wave draws close then join in.

To our song of praise for his sea of grace.

Pour Out

Unit 10 Day 4

Almighty Father,

Pour out your Spirit of Holiness to touch my brethren.

As you please, let the message be passed.