STAND TALL

BUDS OF HOPE
In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.
These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by...

 

 

In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.

These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by sounds from each direction,
Leaving no time for thinking and reflection.

These flowers know what’s real,
They go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
They grow wild without any tussle.

A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need.
To recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this.
A zest for life is what I dearly miss.

 

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RAIN

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Safe and secure.

Beneath the bridge.

Rain splashing free.

Wild on its journey.

Watering the trees.

Filling the grass.

Life for the flowers.

Puddles for the concrete.

A splash.

A spray.

Cold on my face.

Alive.

Surrounding me.

With life.

THE DARK FOREST

 

THE DARK FOREST

Come and visit us.
Follow the path.
Where does it lead?
Deep into a forest.
Down a dark road.
Ignore the moans.
They are only animals.
Howls of a pack of wild dogs.
They love people.
It’s safe for you.
Don’t look back.
Face forward.
Soon you’ll be there.
Be prepared for anything.
Don’t be afraid.
A party at a deserted house.
End House is waiting for you.
And so are The Dead.

 

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HIS PLACE

 

The sun begins to set.

There are scurrying sounds

as the animals prepare for the night.

But the old elephant stands in his place.

He doesn’t need to move.

He has everything he needs

right in front of him.

He keeps a watchful eye

on the other animals.

But he stands in his place.

THE GREENHOUSE

 

 

A green house in Florida.

Greenery and wildlife to the brim.

Trees with life of their own.

Birds unseen but heard.

Limbs reaching.

Grabbing for the next visitor.

Snakes slithering in their cages.

Wings flapping in the next room.

Surprises in store.

And so much more.

Come and join us.

THE DEAD GAME

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BANISH THE CLOUDS

Hold clouds in your hand,
Banish them for good.
Allow the sun in, 
Just the way it should.

Throw out evil thoughts,
Only light inside.
Open your closed heart
And walk free with pride.

A romp in the grass,
Where flowers grow wild.
Accept the sun’s love,
Like your only child.

Stay away dark moon,
Night is for the sun.
Darkness held at bay,
As we dance for fun.

THE LURE OF NATURE

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THE LURE OF NATURE

The sounds.

Crash.

Swoosh.

Bang.

The smells.

Salty.

Fresh.

Fish.

The sights.

Blues.

Sun.

Birds.

The feeling.

Ocean breeze.

Wet.

Cold.

Nothing is like it.

Nothing can ever replace it.