Such fun to write poetry.... a different format always to use if I wish it to be...yet the words pour through before I even think and land upon the page..when I read it back am well pleased...and always the loving...the enduring soul....enjoy..
- The Search
- The Promise
- Writing words
- The Master Shakespeare
- Rolling Stone video
The Search
Where do we go from here
How do we find a way
Traversing inconsequentialities
Those that make us shake our heads
We wander the highways of life
Always searching for heaven knows what
When placed within each one us
The keys to making it back home
How do we find a way
Traversing inconsequentialities
Those that make us shake our heads
We wander the highways of life
Always searching for heaven knows what
When placed within each one us
The keys to making it back home
So many lost their way
No longer know which path to take
Sight of their goal back into realms of soul
Everlasting home
Sight of their goal back into realms of soul
Everlasting home
The Promise
Yet not one soul will be lost
However long it takes
Into Kingdom of God
Journey of the soul
A pathway set with jewels so rare
Shine they do with brilliant light
Each step you take becomes more bright
Glorious is the way back home
No more searching will you do
Knowing illuminates all for you
Within as you ascend the heights
Angels guide you through the night
Promised this was so long ago
Not one soul will be lost
God loving All of His creation
Each and everyone
However long it takes
Into Kingdom of God
Journey of the soul
A pathway set with jewels so rare
Shine they do with brilliant light
Each step you take becomes more bright
Glorious is the way back home
No more searching will you do
Knowing illuminates all for you
Within as you ascend the heights
Angels guide you through the night
Promised this was so long ago
Not one soul will be lost
God loving All of His creation
Each and everyone
Writing words
Writing writes and having writ moves on
Words fly cross the page
Landing where they want to do
Some for me
Some for you
A guessing game all it be
Pleasing for some
Others a misery
And misery likes company
Literate or no
It matters not a jot
The one who writes is in control
Of what comes down to place
Such a fun game
Words fly cross the page
Landing where they want to do
Some for me
Some for you
A guessing game all it be
Pleasing for some
Others a misery
And misery likes company
Literate or no
It matters not a jot
The one who writes is in control
Of what comes down to place
Such a fun game
The Master Shakespeare
Methinks you who criticize
Have nothing better else to do
Goodie gumdrops
I say to you
I dance along the rainy streets
Drops hit 'gainst window panes
The master Bard peers out at me
Come in he says and join our merry game
There they sit with quills in hand
Fingers covered in blue black ink
Faces turned up rapturously
Worshipping the king of words
He teaches
Shares with all of us
A turn of sentence
Word to place
Not in the order most expect
Magical it ends up
A sonnet
Verse or
Play
and so it is......
Have nothing better else to do
Goodie gumdrops
I say to you
I dance along the rainy streets
Drops hit 'gainst window panes
The master Bard peers out at me
Come in he says and join our merry game
There they sit with quills in hand
Fingers covered in blue black ink
Faces turned up rapturously
Worshipping the king of words
He teaches
Shares with all of us
A turn of sentence
Word to place
Not in the order most expect
Magical it ends up
A sonnet
Verse or
Play
and so it is......
