If tomorrow does not come

the Oak tree stands proud, regal and strong today
if tomorrow does not come

cardinals and bluejays flutter and fly today
if tomorrow provides them no more space

hear wind rustling the leaves today
if tomorrow it stands still, at rest

white cottons aloof in an azure canvas
if they cannot hover tin their sky omorrow

flora’s fingers and arms praise the sun,
stomas smile upward today maybe not tomorrow

I sing my song and hold your hand
from my heart I share my Love
but maybe from my soul tomorrow

If tomorrow never comes

Caretaker

We circle each other asking
with our eyes or posturing;
our language is different
“what’s going on?”

Day in day out
we saunter about
observing in fear, in caution
“where are we?”

We pretend to take charge
we must dominate
over all that surrounds;
curious “why and for what?”

My eyes are open wide
not understanding;
I accept with appreciation
this moment, the Now

The callousness of death
is beyond comprehension;
most is with anguish and cruel
“but why?” Writ of history
speaks of us being
primal and limited
yet we're gifted with choice

“Our purpose?”
perpetuate the mundane
nurturing this gift of life;
caring as a caretaker for
what is of this Earth

tears from afar

Sadden these hearts
suffer such gnarled pain
of young souls sacrificed
to heavens gate

The biblical staff once again
turns the rivers red,
sadly, tiny hands and toes
never to sing the chants
of life’s unforgiving woes

They leave us shackled
to the sense of senseless
wailing curses to God
why, why, how come

Tears run deep
on faces from afar
on the awakening of a demon
walking amidst us all

Little to be reconciled
of this chaos
left in anguish
are the living souls

shadow friend

his back against
cold wet bricks
scoffed tennis shoes
untied
dried blood
a big toe
peers through
empty cold space
all around him

darkness comes
a single light ray
the street lamp
gives him comfort
his shadow
now keeps him company
in quiet discomfort
he smiles at it
it understands him

dreads the light of day
smirks, sneers, stares
thrown his way
replacing the smile
he shares with his
night time friend

my song

I’d like to sing

                  You
    A song;

There!


                 Did you hear it?

    Did you feel it?
　


                The words are in your head


        The melody is in your heart


If you sit quietly

　
you will hear it

               understand

appreciate the melody
 

today and Tomorrow

I cradle this moment with you by my side
Spring has touched us with tender moments
and now giving the same to others
Fall has come and now leaving
laying russets at our feet and in our hair

Soon angel dust shall fall from heaven
a white sheath of coolness shall evince
giving brightness to the dark of night
and all that was obscured will come to light

Limbs of trees shall glisten and glitter
with the waking of the day
and foliage will sparkle with the touch
of tender fingers from the morning sun

Bells and chimes will be heard surreally from afar
the echoed voices of children playing in the snow
shall distract from frozen fingers and toes
and give some joy to those with solemn woes

In this season of celebration
for those of us who have warmth and love
and gives us cause to,
share with those who have not,
today but don’t forget tomorrow

Wish 'Adieu'

Wish I could take your frown
turn it into a smile
could take your pain
and assuage it for a while

Wish I could fill your hunger
with food and drink
take your emptiness
sate it from its brink

Wish your empty heart
could feel the love
you forgot you were given
when mother gave you birth

Wish I could show you
the sunshine as I see it
sprayed onto Blackeyed Susans
between the toes of my naked foot

Wish your sadness disappear
your life has journeyed many a year
and behind the gathering tear
see the light that wanes all fear

Wish your minutes were long
and the hours longer
but the rough winds blew
and now your days are few

Wish when time has come
for your soul to depart
you’ll feel my hand in yours
knowing our hearts never to part

Inspirational Fav's

The Everlasting Things


The everlasting things are these:

The ageless skies and wrinkled seas;

The silvery beacons of the night,

The fickle moon of transient light.

Unresting winds that seldom sleep;

Rocks that eternal silence keep.

Earth's mighty sons, the mountains, stand

Unmindful of Time's withering hand.

Indifferent to the world's brief woes,

The sun, aloof, forever glows.

Though mortals yield to Death's decrees,

God's everlasting things are these.


Evlen G. Beaudry




The fountains mingle with the rivers
the rivers with the oceans
the winds of heaven mix forever
with a sweet emotion.

Nothing in this world is single
all things by a law devine
into one another's being mingle
why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven
and the waves clasp one another
no sister flower would be forgiven
if it disdained it's brother.

And the sunlight grasps the earth
and the moonbeams kiss the sea
what is all this kissing's worth
if thou kiss not me?


PB shelley

A small gift

Today when I put my arms around you
my heart beat feels yours
as we press against each other
and the warmth of my face
next to yours hopefully will suffice
 
My gifts are small
I have not much like others do,
my riches in this world are few
but I can love you with the wealth
of kings and turn your tears
to diamonds with my kisses

I see what others gift
and wonder; if all was lost
would they still have
each other, would their fingers
still intertwine like lovers do
would they still kiss?
 
When strife and sadness comes
and it comes to all
will an embrace be enough
if my pockets are empty
and all I can give
is my heart

And when darkness falls onto my eyes
the riches of my heart
will it have been enough
to keep you for awhile
until another comes
to make you smile

Wer'st

Wer’st I a child born of silver hair
lying on a pillar posted bed
stuffed animals larger than myself
and still much room to spare

Wer’st I a child whose parents care
never raise to me their hand or voice
in the midst of other portentous noise
they’d shelter me in an embracing lair

Wer’st my days not filled with laughter
When we’d walk hand in hand
Through wilderness and sun scape flora
and such fondness ever after

Wer’st this be true my tears my heart
would not labor nor my longings be alone
then love and me
would not be so far apart

Sleep

Darkness in the early morning hours
bring a stream of thoughts
that conjure up the past
and give me pause to question
why the time allotted to me
is filled with such depth of query

If I could sleep
I’d choose the dreams
of all the smiles
and all the joy
that has befallen me
I’d choose the love
that has touched me from
all who have shared in it

My days are long
when sleep hides from
my closed eyes for then
I have those daylight reveries
with real life interspersed
and I see all is much
unlike the dreams I
wish to dream

But then I think of the
wondrousness that has filled
my cornucopia of where
my dreams come from
and then I open my eyes
and let the light in
so that when I sleep again
I will have more to choose

Hear me, feel me

Where did I go wrong
Why do my words no longer
reside with you or your ears
no longer hear me sing to you
Do I no longer capture your
sensibilities your longing
when once there was a smile
when your eyes would meet mine
when once you soothed
that slender and subtle desire
with hidden lust for my touch

Once I could feel your eyes
watch me when I’d walk by
and I could hear your heart beat,
a whimper from a sigh and breath
that scampered rapidly to fill
your empty chest with the
warmth of our bodies scents
as we embraced even for the
slightest of reasons and nothing more

What can I do to capture you
once more if but for a moment
to once again hear my song
carry me in your wings of desire
into that forbidden place where
all around disappears and just you
and me reside in each other’s arms
and as we hug each other tight
the tears that once covered our cheeks
with the sadness of each others absence
once again glisten with joy
in each others presence

See you tomorrow

I’m ascending to a place
where my eyes will see
the colors meant for them
where my soul will dance
with its kind
and my heart will render
up a common beat
to those I’ve witnessed
in my sleep
I lift my voice to cherub song
and my tears once rung from sadness
are now of joy

To those of you who’ve
been my stepping stones
have held my hand when needing it
have given me a walking stick
to climb the challenges before me
I shall sing your praise
and mention your names
so that when it comes time
for you to need a helping hand
to lift you up from the mire of sad
the anchors that weigh you down
in the mundane

There is joy in a common space
open the window and your eyes
breathe in that spirit
that gave you life
and the songs of the cherub
will fill your ears your heart
and raise you up
from the pain and sorrow
and I’ll meet you there
tomorrow

love is an abyss

  I find sometimes now when I walk
I gimp
When I talk or say something
I stutter or misspeak
When I see, I see in different hues
My view of things are unlike yours
But when I care or sense you near me
The depth of caring is endless
And my sense of love
Is boundless

I think, therefore I love

• Pondering
•            Wondering
•    Where have I been
•                Where will I go
•      Is love the link
•  That makes us think
•             Cogito ergo sum
•       Will you still love me tomorrow
•              Will your heart feel my sorrow
•        And when I wake
•                    If I wake
•          Will you take my hand
• Walk this journey on together

in a Rue

Displaced in a common place
faces come to stay for a day or two
for what ever reason of every race
temporal connections in a rue

Most don’t see my face
they don’t ask of who I am
care little of where and why
I’m in this place

I’m curious of them
some I ask where there from
what brings them here
they stare at me in REM

Those that share their anecdote
my selflessness inspired
self indulgent lamentations cease
the mundane no longer rote

This journey rife with challenge
has grown my appreciation
not for things I’ve lost
but for the moments shared
my heart has gained

feliz morning

The crisp dawn’s wet cool
lays a sheath of snowflake art
on the window pane

hovering through the night
as the sleepy moon’s breath
It now lays down to rest

Good morning cackling gaggles
and croaking toads
wake up you jumping crickets
rise from your verdant bed

Give me sounds
to praise my waking
that I too rise another day

Moments Reprieve

I remind myself of seas, green and blue
lighted by only stars and moon
and ospreys cackling in their wake

For streams and brooks that splash
and scurry through as water
soaked shoes squish while chasing
a make believe sailboat, a stick, in the stream

Recall the smiles and laughter of love
surrounding me through sunrise and sunset
singing in harmony with siblings
the songs mamasita taught us

All this while my ears pleasure
in the sounds of tickling nylon strings to
Flamenco/classical on my callused finger tips

This moment, a reprieve in the stead
of temporary tribulations anguished thoughts
or lamenting heart for the mundane things
not in my control

Heart Scorned

Words assembled in a mesh with anger
cut deep like shards of glass
beneath bare feet

They reach their mark
with devastating jagged edges
of intended vitriol

A comportment of the author
evinces from this maelstrom
of darkness

The daggered anger arises
from a heart of scorn
as it exhales

This moment of malaise
discomfit taking place
in lieu of breathing joy

Words chosen carefully
in writ or spoken
gathered with soft edges

fill life’s canvas
with wondrous colors
they treat the eyes and
comfort a heart that’s scorned

Solemnity

In quiet times the fond memories
become embolden and they force
the deep joyous breath escape
from the dormant spaces within

I lift my eyes to the grays
up in the sky capturing sparkling
large drops fall breaking into
tiny sprinkles and ornament
the verdant horizon with glitter

They fall upon my cheek and brow
with the crispness of autumn
showing off its russet and orange dress
and the moon winks late
the sun lies down earlier

Cognizant of how many of these
I’ve witnessed although my body
has begun to show its age
this vision never gets old

If but one more time
I could feel the warmth
of mamasitas embrace
and those siblings and friends
walking softly in the clouds

Gently I say thank you
and am grateful for those
who have open their arms
to fill this temporary solemn space