rife with heavily
comes out of nowhere
The warm sun’s face
to reveal cornflower blue
circles of bloom,
undoing furrowed brows
breaking frowns in two,
From nowhere folk want
shows a release.
Murky weather moods
have to go.
My dog lay asleep by the window
lost in dreams of drizzle,
I pat her head
and watch the rain descend.
Cold November blows
October forever away,
and here am I, a melancholy warm
sitting with my faithful old friend.
The wind wails
a mournful tune,
a song sung sad
when the sky comes weeping.
The fireplace aglow
holds the heart at home,
as simply contented
I and my old dog, together, lay sleeping.
The first dark day of summer came sooner than I had hoped,
I took one look at it and just looked back at me
‘You’re a total wreck’ it said
‘Wearing a jacket in this overheated hell hole’
‘You turned me on in winter’ I replied
I walked away from it soon after
‘Haven’t I gone blind yet I wonder’ aloud
but I don’t want to see out of my eyes anymore…
Just staring Inside my own soul
Seeing how terrified I’ve become
Now I’ve got this sick feeling inside
Whenever it rains, and when it doesn’t
The perfect end to a perfect life
But, with nothing on the horizon
I forget about what’s above
and All I can think about is what I’m under,
The only thing that ever makes any more sense
The storm rolls over
Tormenting the earth below
Most people find beauty in looks,
But I find beauty from the written words in books.
I find beauty in the sun set and sun rise.
I find beauty in three small dog’s eyes.
I find beauty in the motion of the sea.
The green fingers of mother nature are very beautiful to me.
I find beauty in my friends laughter.
I find beauty in stories that end happily ever after.
Reveal simple truths
Like the fragility
Of child-like hearts;
But if you shun
Broken, street poets
For a penthouse view
And the Arts and Entertainment section
Of the Wall Street Journal,
You will never perceive
The delicate beauty
Of humanity in decline.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Beauty is in all things.
Beauty is in the sky.
Beauty is in the water ever so blue.
Beauty is the winter when trees are covered with snow.
Beauty is the summer when you smell and see the flowers grow.
Beauty is all things big and little.
Beauty is in all things,
Black and white.
Beauty is in all things, you and me.
Beauty is all around us…can’t you see?