Burdens of The Day

Here I sit
Waiting
Waiting outside the shadows of dusk.
Waiting for someone to come let me in.

Here I wait
time and time again.
Here I wait
Knowing that eventually someone will arrive.

Here I remain
waiting on that elusive someone.
Here I remain
outside, alone
weighed down by the burdens of the day

Alone In The Dark

Who hasn't sat in the dark
Alone
Intently watching the shadows
of daylight's familiar things?

Who hasn't sat in the dark
Alone
Listening to the low hum
of electricity

Wondering
whose steps are those
outside my window

If you haven't sat in the dark
Alone
Then maybe you're lucky
Then again maybe you're not

Comfort comes in darkness.
Shadows conceal,
Imagination explores
Darkness can open doors

I sit in the dark
Naked, Wondering
Listening, Waiting
Alone

Five Hundred

Five hundred rhymes I've written here
Five hundred witnesses saw Christ appear
And this mythical bird has an interesting feature
The Phoenix rises every five hundred years

Five hundred poems I've written not easily
The number five hundred is Irish infinity
What's the Physical life of the microcosmic creature
Five hundred according to  an R. Allendy

Can't wait to see what my mind has in store
With the penning of poems at least five hundred more

Today I Am

Today I write because I can
Today I state proudly I am
I am proud
I am wise
I am happy as I am
I am me
I am free
to make mistakes
and fix them too
I am young
I am old
I am certain
that I don't know
I am here
I am clear
I am boldly going to go
Today I write for my own soul
Today I flourish because I know
Today is one of many more
Today I am
of that I'm sure

Random Phrases

Timeless Visions

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A little something we need about now.

Songs and dances

Butterfly lovers

Surrounded by Sound

There is no script

Shudder

Fly

Thrill

Write

Connect

to the World Market

Reach inside the pleasure chest

take out something red

My blue tears long to shed

Tuesday

Monday morning has come and gone
the week is trying to move along
life is leading me on it's way
Today is Tuesday, my favorite day

Tuesday's child is full of grace
A quality that's no disgrace
Simple elegance you can't replace

Charm and mercy
Gracefulness
A quiet day
among the rest

Tuesday is my favorite day
No nonsense stands in it's way
Tuesday's child is full of grace
Simple elegance you can't replace

3 Minutes

I've just 3 minutes to write today

That's all I have then I must start my day

No time for eloquent liberties

No time to put your mind at ease

No time for poetic prophecies

No time for romantic midnight scenes

No time for delicate sensibilities

No time for individual writing techniques

Just 3 minutes to say what I need

Just 3 minutes to plant the seed