Tattooes in a Mind

To read the lines of another poet,

It stirred emotions within deep,

To hit a cord,

Not like before,

Really made me think,

To capture the feelings with pen and ink,

On a page in verse and rhyme,

A poem that will last,

For the rest of time,

For the words,

Are still there,

Tattooed in my mind,

A Poet

Being a poet writing by verse,

Posting your poems to be read,

Capturing your emotions those feelings inside,

For those to see,

There is nothing to hide,

Maybe you will be famous,

You could be a Wordsworth,

Not in a crowd,

To wander,

In time we will see......... 

A Ghost of A Butterfly

Butterfly Meadow

She rested under the willow tree,

The branches low and swinging free,

Catkins drooping overhead,

That is where she rested her weary head,

A ghost of butterfly,

In a meadow where she used to fly,

Watching now the butterflies in the sky,

 

The Cold

The bitter cold,

It bit the skin,

It made the soul,

Shiver within,

The heart beat slowed,

As a pulse it froze,

The sign that winter is coming in.. 

Words that are Wrote

Declined to speak the words that are wrote,

Ink staining a page as they are wrote,

Letters joined to form the words,

A letter you know that will be heard,

When a voice is to weak to speak,

That pen is mighty within that grip....... 

The Book

To open a book,

Look at a page,

A message of love in the words that you read,

To understand the words that are wrote,

Leaving a lump within your throat,

A tell tell sign a watery line,

Left by a teardrop as it fell......

Kind Of Magic

Its a kind of magic,

As ink graces a page,

By the wave of a hand a story is made,

From the first page until the end,

That book of Life,

With memories within,

A Travelling Love

I saw the lines way up in the sky,

Tale, tale signs your travelling today,

Destination I not know where,

Coming or going I don't care,

Memories made either way,

To travel with you to another day .....

Spirit Dancer

Spirit Dancer

 

Never going to stop this dance,

This dance with you,

Rhythm of the dance to music true,

Dancing in time,

Connected in life,

A heart rhythm in beat with two,

That tempo that stirs the soul,

Igniting that flame,

In which one glows.........

 

Life as Destiny Unfolds

Tomorrow starts when yesterday ends,

The present is that thought between,

A vacuum of time in life where it is real,

For memories are just of history past,

Dreams are for future hopes,

Life is as destiny unfolds,

A Breathing Voice

Words spoken from a breathing voice,

Whispering intentions to be heard,

Messages carried upon the wind,

Spirit signs not left to chance,

Fortune told of things to come,

Star alignment for destiny's course,

From what ends,

A new begins....

Night Owl

I hear you screeching in the middle of the night,

Your in my dreams,

They are my dreams,

Lit by a lunar light,

What does it me,

Descending from a high,

Bearing down on me,

Talons poised to entrap me,

Beating wings stir me from my sleep,

Now I am free,

Sanctuary.....

POSEIDON

Tempest conjured, 

Storm growing to attack an enemy,

White horses raging,

To the boundaries crossed,

Waves crashing on the rocks,

A trident in hand,

Whales breaching in salute,

Poseidon God of the sea I am...

Rain Walking

Why are you walking in the rain little one?

So no one sees you crying?

Why are you in so much pain?

Can you not find the words to explain?

Do you think nobody will understand?

Why are you so lost?

Is it because of betrayal of trust by the one you

loved?

Little one listen to me,

If you loved one so, they chose to let you go and

you are hurting so then your love was real,

If you feel this pain never love them again,

To break a trust of a love so true never provide a

bridge to connect to you,

If the grass was greener on the other side then

that is where they must reside,

So walk in the rain until the sun returns,

Learn to live again,

For one day love will return to you,

For someone will see the beauty in you,

When tears stop to drop,

River beds will show,

Tear stained scars will heal where rivers use to

flow fed from your eyes where they were shed,

Yellow Roses

Beautiful in your prime,

Gracefully aging over time,

A memory of a vibrant look,

Will always stay in my mind,

A symbolism of love,

Given in kind...

Eyes

The eyes are the windows to the mind,

Vision seekers to process visual details,

To feed the brain with images,

They show fear, hate, anger, love and sadness.

The eyes can communicate  louder then words when required,

BOAR

Don't be such a boar he heard her say,

Just because she did not get her own way,

He called her a sow as he walked away,

Then hid in the tree for the day,

Poppy fields of Red,

Poppy fields of red,

Hope for peace ahead,

Landscapes turned from ruin, Germinated by seeds that were shed, In Flanders Fields a poet wrote, Where poppies grow and larks sing, from dawn to dusk, Never forgotten to those that loved, In remembrance we trust..

The Scent of a Flower

Attracted to you by your beauty and grace,

Floral scent to lure those to their fate,

Feminine appearance of sweetness and affection,

Aphrodite of love and beauty....

Aviator

Flyer I am, 

With my go faster stripes,

Humming wings,

That sing with the wind,

A pilot of the sky,

With my Aviators on,

To protect my eyes,

A fighter with a sting,

Top Gun Maverick,

I have become ......