Roses,

The green, the bows,The singing waters of the Sea,The Love one feels when this we see,A flower blooms so silently,It is a Rose, so beautifully,A sign of Hope, persistently,No matter how often I see,These gifts of Nature that are free,I always marvel, softly say,‘Please never take these gifts away’To He who made them I do…

You are my nightmare and my dream,Of Life, my ever giving stream.I love you now as lovers do,As time goes on, I’ll love you too,Not for a day, not for a night,But with Eternity in sight.

My faithful friendThe only one,I’ve ever had.I cry and smileWith you,Hand in handWe’ve traveledLife’s Land,And I am everGratefulFor your presenceAnd your lettingMe explore,Your Magic Land.That takes meTo the coreOf feelings,And helps meUnderstand.

When It feels,So devastatingly wonderfulAnd lovingly,Right!

The more to hold.Love fulfills your world,Red Roses and Oceans pearled,The waves of Time, undisturbed.Love is Love,Our deepest emotion,Without it we perishIn Time’s lonely motion.

A perfect way,Of losing timeFor nothing of materialWealthCan Poetry provide.I find it rendersHappiness,One of a special kindThat warms youVery deep inside,And sometimesEven,Makes you cry.Poetry’sPlain of reality,And rewardsAre differentFrom everything else,Something, very deepTakes place,That goes far beyondMaterial wealthSomething,That you can’t explainBut that remains with youAll the same,A transfer of sentimentsPlays always a partIn the unforgettable,Poetic game.

Error,Of the mindThat lifts usOff the ground,Flying high,Never betterThan when,Right poemFound.

Mean and lean, just with words,No props,And at the same time,Visualize, create feelings,Touch a nerve,Never was the reader better served!

But lack of Liberty,Is always Tragedy.

Reaching for the Sky,For the Ultimate Truth,Saying All,About Creation,In one Sigh.

To our colorless lives,Filled with so many,Unimportant things.

The giant is eating,His cold red beet soup,And the World may burning,Good morning, to soot,While our government cheaters,May think that’s mundane,Only some dirt,On the World’s window pane,That doesn’t affect us,So nothing we’ll doTill it’s really too lateAnd were burned in the stew.