Inhale.
Hold it.
Exhale.
We must not forget
to stop, take a breath,
and breathe.
stop
A ROAD TRIP
Source:pedromirfilho
A ROAD TRIP
I’m taking a road trip.
I shouldn’t have let that slip.
I’m trying to get away
To find a new place to stay.
Where troubles are left behind.
A place that no one can find.
Please don’t follow me.
I yearn to roam free.
Up ahead is a street light.
It’s the only one in sight.
I slow down and roll to a stop.
My car door opens with a pop.
My troubles line up on the road,
Waiting for me to stop, I’m told.
I can’t escape them this time
And not from this awful rhyme.
At the next chance, I get,
I’m off, ready and set.
WALK ALONE
I walk alone each night
On cold, country roads.
No one calls my name.
No one cares to stop.
I walk alone each night,
Hoping to find the one for me,
The one who calls my name,
And who cares enough to stop.
STOP TO SMELL THE FLOWERS
Autumn Fence, Woodstock, Vermont
A walk down a country road,
not knowing what it may hold.
Leaves crunch loudly beneath my feet,
walking fast is no easy feat.
I need to get home to make dinner,
I’d hoped the walk would make me thinner.
But I need to slow down and breath the air,
as sweet as cotton candy at a fair.
My steps follow the white picket fence,
the other side makes me cold and tense.
The huge dog jumps high in the air,
his eyes white dots in his black hair.
He whimpers and walks closer to me,
his dark eyes as wide as can be.
He lifts a large paw to the gate,
as I slow down my frenzied gait.
I stop in place to pet his head,
I know I have just made my bed.
I will now be home late for dinner,
but the dog knows I’m still the winner.
I have stopped to smell the flowers,
I’m refreshed with super powers.
I race home with new resolve,
no more time puzzles to solve.
STOP
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Take the time.
Stop.
Watch.
Listen.
Breathe.
Sigh.
STOP!
Stop!
Go no farther.
Oasis lies ahead.
A town of mystery.
Disappearances.
Unsolved murders.
Amidst the palm trees
and isolated beaches,
lies an evil so deadly
that the undead are afraid.
Turn around.
Go home.
Before The Dead see you.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
MOVE TOO FAST
Life moves too fast.
People rushing back and forth.
Where are they going?
Do they reach their destinations?
Rushing.
Everything a blur.
Faces and lights flashing by.
Stop!
Take a breath.
What happened to enjoying life?
Living for the moment.
When does that happen?
CALL MY NAME
I walk alone in the cold night.
On roads cleared but deserted.
No one calls my name to stop.
No one cares to see who I am.
I walk alone every night.
Hoping to find the one for me.
Hoping someone calls my name.
And cares enough to stop.
Source:relatlonship
A SNOWY DAY
Paradise is within our grasp.
Within our environment.
Within our homes.
We just have to stop,
watch, and listen.
It could be as simple
as a snowy day.
Or as complex as
a large family.
Enjoy the happy season.
Have fun in the snow.
Appreciate your family.
Paradise is within our grasp.
MERRY-GO-ROUND
Who doesn’t like a ride?
A fast ride.
A ride that never stops.
Round and round we go.
On and on.
Day in and day out.
Each day is a miracle.
A new day to ride the merry-go-round.
Each day is a surprise.
Will the ride go on today,
or will it stop?
Stop for new riders,
or stop forever?
Each day is a new surprise.
SUSANNE LEIST 