I sit quietly in the room, awaiting the meeting, Hoping to serve my purpose or risk a beating, The people all enter in their clamorous ways, Some pausing to stare, others still in a daze, After a noisy discourse they all take their seat, Their talking continues, though it never did cease, Not long thereafter… Continue reading Poetry – Teapot
What can you say, and how can you describe a very special person? How can you explain their traits to someone who doesn’t know them? Someone who’s always been there when you’re in a tight position, Someone who is constantly helping and always ready to listen, A person who is truly dedicated to his family… Continue reading Poetry – What Can You Say?
When you hear the word beauty – what do you see? Some people see a meadow, others a forest or stream, Some people find beauty in great music or art, Others prefer movies, sports cars, or trophys for a start, But when I think of beauty, I see different things, I see what… Continue reading Poetry – Beauty
As the holiday draws so very near, I bid you all some Christmas cheer, I ask that during this holiday season, You focus on the one true reason, Why we celebrate Christmas the way that we do, And I hope the real reason is quite clear to you, In case you were… Continue reading Poetry – Christmas
It’s a real blessing to have friends like you, People who you know you can always talk to, People who will listen when you’re feeling down, Who won’t spread your conversations all over town, People who you can look straight in the eye, And talk to them honestly without having to lie, … Continue reading Poetry – Friends Like You
With the closing of the last 12 months drawing very near, It brings to peoples minds how they will bring in the new year, For some it provides an excuse to stay up late, To join all the people who pack into a small space, They all chant a countdown as a ball… Continue reading Poetry – Happy New Year
There are so many times I’ll be lying in my bed, And this always happens on nights when I need my rest, I’ll be thinking about you and all that you’ve said, And a rhyme or a poem will start to form in my head, It will no doubt involve your grace –… Continue reading Poetry – I Wish That I Could Sleep
Oh to be trapped in a library, With nothing to do but read When my troubles for each day, Are eyes that no longer see, Hours spent but never wasted, Words not bound by lock or key, Propped up against the shelves, Whether sitting or on my knees, I’d pour over… Continue reading Poetry – Library
Simple and concise, Somehow the words of these lines, Always seem to fit.
The most profound things, Can not be put into words, But trust they are heard.