The Time Of Our Lives

Seconds to minutes to hours to days. The times of our lives are fleeting in ways. Where do they start, where do they begin? How soon will come the inevitable end? If life starts at insemination. Why do we measure our lifeline from the moment of birth? Some take the fast lane, some the slow roll. All headed towards the same goal. Living in the moment, till life is cut short. Taken too soon, at one or one hundred. Seconds drag on, while years flash by too fast. The times …

My Path Lies In A Distant Land

I’m living in a foreign land, where there’s peace and quiet, But everything inside of me is far from being silent. I cry and pray for Ukraine, mourning in my soul, Overcome with helplessness, watching this war unfold. I call my friends and family just to see if they’re alright, Every single day, hoping they lived through the night. Pray, is all that I can do, with hope and faith! My path may lay in a distant land, but in my heart, Ukraine remains. A poem dedicated to my birth …

Poetic Pandemic A Viral Anthology

Poetic Pandemic A Viral Anthology   Antisocial Distancing   Was such a simple task To wear the mask To saved the lives Of kids and wives No matter how many died Some made it a matter of pride To cough in your face And act in disgrace Foaming at the mouth they scream Armed with knowledge gained from a meme You will burn in hell for what you did When you tried to save my unvaccinated kid They lie and claim the cure will make you die Then push livestock …

BONDS

Some bonds are just cut out to be No matter how hard Just like rivers They find their course They create their own channels Neither waves nor tides Could ever redirect the intention They could meander Or at worst dry up But as long as there is life There is hope for a new phase

The choices we made again and again a poem that only ends when you let it

This poem will go on and on until we make it stop to make this poem end all you have to do is share every time it’s updated (every several days lately) The choices we made again and again Ten bodies hit the floor Eight more the week before On the job, or out buying food All it takes is to die is a bad mood At the movies, in your churches It all started with a purchase A gun For fun Or defend A friend Emotion Leads to motion …

Emotion In Motion

Emotion in motion Flows like the ocean Moods rise and fall like tides Beyond control taken for rides Strong currents drive the flow Sucking directing where they want to go Gravitationally drawn towards heavenly bodies Forces beyond resistance driven towards follies Winds and weather turn calm into tempest Love is the whole of emotion encompassed

My Quarantine Valentine

My quarantine Valentine   Social distancing is the phrase of the day 6 feet away they say we must stay But it is not just feet that separates us but the depth and breadth and the girth of the earth Separated by space and place and time and race   But you are not far away in a distant land You are here with me now in the depth of my heart Dancing within the ventricles With every beat of my heart You move from chamber to chamber   You …

Searching for that Love

My eyes scanned crowds for months and years Never finding what they were looking for, leaving me in tears Searching for that unforgettable look,, I traveled for miles Until that day when you turned your head, caught my glance and smiled I took a chance and smiled back, you walked towards me Sweeping your hair away from those eyes so pretty A blue so deep and crystal clear, I could just get lost It was then and there, I knew I wanted no matter the cost The months and years …

Sweetest Song Souls Sing

Letters are written in the sifting sand songs that are whispered in the breeze through the leaves Stories unwritten never nearing an end Love as eternal as the wind and the waves I love you my heart my soul I love you oh my life I need you For all time there is just today a moment frozen just needing to stay Each moment I have with you From heartbeat to heartbeat Within our love we build our home I love you my heart my soul oh my wife I …

Lost touch

That night,unlike any other Was unusually dark Something felt odd about it Strolling down the path towards home They didn’t feel like strides that led home anymore The magnet that pulled so strong any time I neared home was no more I dragged my feet Struggling to get there Anxious about what my instinct was tapping There I was My worst fear came down The touch of home was gone That special spark that pulled me home was gone Down on my knees I fell Why? God why? They say …