Pain
Comes
And
Pain
Goes
But
Survival
Is
Here
Forever
Tag: poet
Out of the Blue
I do not know why it happens,
But out of the blue
Life slaps me in the face
With a wet tamale,
And it all comes back to me
Even your look
Time
It has been said that
Time moves slower the
Farther you travel toward
The edge of the universe
And bends back upon itself
Meaning all that has ever been
Will repeat endlessly
If there is a place where the
start and stop meet, a timeless
Condition, where husband and
Wife embrace in an endless kiss
Behind the Scenes
Lots of things go on behind
The scenes that never get
Noticed
A mother taking care of her
Newborn baby, a nurse caring
For an elderly patient who is
Unable to do anything on
Their own, a teacher spending
Time tutoring a student, a minister
Comforting a troubled young couple
–these are the behind the scenes angels
Listen
Can you hear the planet
Rotating perilously through
Yet another hour?
Can you hear the universe
Expanding out in all
Directions, billions of years
Counting just as sure as the
Beating of your own heart
This is your own life
Do not waste it
Gone But Not Forgotten
We had her for a while but
Other places wanted her.
Her quality of care and
Compassion blessed us and
Will never be forgotten,
Not to mention her wonderful
Personality.
More Than a Pet
When we went to the
Kennel he was barely more
Than a handful of wiggly
Fur with bright eyes.
Rottweilers start out small
And grow up to be a bundle
Of formidable muscular
Handsomeness that cause
People to steer clear of him
Because of his glaring look.
Ami, our Rottie, was brought up
In the right way in the kennel.
He had a wonderful personality,
Loyal, loved us, a superb
Protective instinct with the
Children. He was a family member
To us. We had him for nine
wonderful years.
Move On
Time has wings and
The sound of their
Flapping grows nearer
As the past memories
Are pushed into the
The past to make way
For a new promise of
Fulfillment and happiness
What I Found
One day I was walking
Down a country road
And happened upon
A deserted ramshackle
House that looked like it
Had not been lived in
For a long time
My curiosity got the
Better of me and I
Waded through the
Weeds to the front door
And entered the house
I went to a room I guessed
Was a bedroom and opened
A drawer of a chest
In it was a paper that had
Written on it: Be kind
Helicopters
Throughout the day
Helicopters fly
Overhead
Some sound like
They are flying
Low
They beat the air
And are gone
Where are they
From and where
Are they going?
It is a mystery.
Wordman of Alcatraz 