The guardians stand at the
Wrought iron gate to make
Sure no unwanted people
Try to tear down this
Harmonious lifestyle that
Exists within this gated
Community. The guards are
Like soldiers defending their
Way of Life.
Author: wordman2022
Pure Love
Spread your arms,
Lift off
Rise above,
Clear the treetops.
I will meet you
Just below
The clouds. We
Will embrace,
Kiss each
Other. Our pure
Love, no
Strings attached.
Play the Game
We play the game
We dance the dance
The joy is in the love,
The process, the
Eternal now.
Premonition
Have you ever had the feeling
Something was going to
Happen but you were not
Sure what it was going to be?
That’s a premonition–
Messages from the future
Sent to you by higher beings
For your own good.
Stings
My famished soul, where are you,
What transformed us into
Creatures–could it be we live with
The scorpions? All I have is the sting
In my tail. Otherwise, I associate with
Most anybody who is friendly to me.
Bob Forehead
Bob always had a large
Forehead. He was used to
It, since it was a family trait.
People would comment
About it, but usually not in
A derogatory way. He
Convinced people he was
Pretty smart.
Silence
If indeed you must be candid,
Be candid beautifully, otherwise
Keep silent for there is a man
In our neighborhood who is
Dying.
Delayed Dawn
The dawn seems to be
Starting late.
So cold I can see my
Breath.
I feel like my inhalations
And exhalations are waking
The birds.
A deer stands
Alone in a meadow.
Lost in the Forest
What started out as a day
Hike turned out to be a
Struggle for survival that
Would last a few months.
He had fallen and hit his
Head and knocked himself
Unconscious. When awake,
It took the hiker awhile
To regain his memory and
Find his way out of the
Overgrown forest.
Lost Poet
The poet is lost, he wanders
All over town, even going
Out to the countryside. He
Is sure he has left something
Somewhere but forgot
Where. What the poet is
Looking for is the perfect
Word to finish his poem.
Wordman of Alcatraz 