Rose red, Peach pink, Golden sun, Earth Brown

Rose red

Peach pink

Shining like the sun

Wolf pelt

Starshine

High and sweet

Low and husky

Dimple chin

Smile big

Laugh like joy has come for good

Joy is wonderful

Golden sun

Earth brown

Wit as wry as rye

Laugh at everything with joy

Smile big

Like laughing joy

Is only half the story

Brush strokes on paper

Make black marks

Of friends and joy

Write a story

Half the story

Laugh the other half

Joy is sweet

Joy is kind

Joy is friends old and new

And you

Golden sun

Earth brown

Rye and wry

Are joy and kind

Together is my fondest wish

Life is kind

But you are better

Make laugh today

The Big Picture

I admit that wars,
Are sometimes a necessity,
But can't we try,
To save more lives?

There are so many people,

In this world of ours,

Who just can’t see the big picture.

So many lives lost,

In so many wars,

Because leaders couldn't see the big picture,

They fought for petty causes,

That ended up with their untimely ends,

But many lives could have been saved,

If they could have seen the big picture.

Wars are a terrible thing,
Life would be better without them.

Ireland

I'm going to Ireland.
I think I'm gonna love it.
This is for you,
Ireland

I’m leaving for Ireland,

Three weeks of castles,

Sheep, cold weather,

Beautiful irish country,

I’m irish, just a little,

A teeny tiny bit,

But,

I think I’ll love it there.

I might not be able to post my poems,
Of irish beauty,
But
I'll keep them in my heart,
For you to hear when I return.

Knock-knocky Headbox

I'm a little crazy,
Just the way I like me,
This poem,
Is fun all around.

I’ma little knock-knocky in the headbox.

That means I’m not right in the head.

But I like me that way.

So thats how I’ll stay

Knock-knocky forever.

Laugh the day away.

Knock-knockity headboxity,
Knock-knocky headbox,
Ha ha!

The Flower Communion

At my church,
We are having a flower communion.

I wrote a poem,
To celebrate.

At my church,
We are having a flower communion.
I was asked to write a poem for it.
So here it is.

Flowers, trees, honey bees,

Spring has sprung.

So let us celebrate,

With the flower communion.

The first flower communion,

Was held in a church,

Without decoration.

So they brought flowers,

And filled the chapel with their scent.

This time, so many years later,

We bring flowers again,

But this time,

We bring rocks, too.

Because,

We’re all a little rough on the inside.

Flowers, beautiful.

Rocks, rough.

But, some flowers are not thought beautiful,

And a diamond is a rock,

And a diamond, is beautiful.

The outside,

Is not the inside.

The highest compliment,
Is to give joy and love and peace,
I did.

So Sorry

So sorry everyone,
I'm having poet's block,
So I can't write for a while,
See you when I can!
We have friends visiting too,
So I don't have time to write,
Be back to writing when I can.
See you then!

Great Grandmothers

My grandmothers,
Are such wonder people,
I wanted to write a poem for them.
So I did.
Here it is.

My grandmothers,

Two wonderful women.

Helping so many,

To live better lives.

Volunteering,

In so many places,

One,

Travels all around,

The other,

Volunteers,

All over,

But.

I love them both the same.

I love you,

Grandmothers.

Robin's Song

A robin,
Spoke,
To me today,
He said,
My song sings spring,
Write this,
And I did.

Twitter,

Tweet,

Chirp,

Spring has sprung.

He sang,

Loud and strong,

Beautiful.

Hamlet

The cat we fostered,
For days,
Went to his new home,
I'll miss him,
I think.
Bye,
Hamlet

Our cat,

He went home today,

A sad day,

For us.

But he,

He will like his new home.

New friend,

New owner.

He will love it.

We’ll miss him,

But,

He won’t miss us,

I think.

Maybe,

Great kitty,

Hamlet.

Hamlet,

A great cat,

But.

He would scratch,

He would bite,

Attack our almost 19y.o. cat,

She did not want to play,

A bat on the ear was all he got,

But,

He came back,

Again and again.

Sweet kitty.

New Life

I moved,
I know it,
I miss Virginia,
I loved it there,
In Virginia,
But I love my new life.
This poem,
Is for my BFF,
Who helped me through,
Tough times,
Thank you.

Life as I know it,

Has changed.

I’ve moved.

New friends.

New life.

I miss my old life,

But I love it here,

In Nashville.

When my best friend,

Moved,

I cried.

I miss her.

But we talk on Skype,

And have fun together,

Like we used to.

I hate change, but I love it too.

Change is different,

Not kind,

But sometimes,

Wonderful.

I miss my friends,

But I love my new life,

I wouldn't change it,

Not for the world.

Nock And Fire

I went to an archery class today,
I felt like this.
I'm a natural.

Drawing the bow,

I nock an arrow,

One whistle,

I fire,

Bullseye.

I return to behind the line.

Three whistles,

I collect my arrows,

And place them in the quiver.

Two whistles,

And once more,

I’m ready to fire.

T-shape,

Elbow straight,

Fletching on my lip,

FIRE!

I loved it.

I'll go back.

Again and again.

FIRE!

Tulips

We went to Cheekwood today.
I saw tulips.
Springs breath.
Natures bounty of spring.
This poem,
Is for the tulips,
Of Cheekwood.

Tulips.

Nature’s gracious bosom,

Hath given forth her gorgeous breath,

In praise of these most elegant blossoms,

Which she hath brought forth to celebrate spring!

Hail, sweet tulips

Spring is sweet.

And fleeting,

A treasure.

Treasure it.

But A Dream

I was lying in bed one night,
After seeing Lyle,
And this small verse came to me.
It is beautiful, to me.
And,
I love my poetry.

What if we are,

But a dream,

Of Life’s reflection,

What it would be like,

To live, to laugh, to love,

As a human, Life does walk among us,

Living, laughing, loving.

Life is wonderful,

Beautiful,

Strange.

I love it.

Lyle, Lyle, Great Crocodile

After a play,
Of Lyle,
Great croc,
This is what,
My head said,
About Lyle,
Greatest,
Of Crocodiles.

When I first saw the opening scenes,

Of this play,

My thoughts were

Creepy, weird, different, strange.

When I saw the end,

I clapped,

Loud and hard.

I thought,

Wonderful, joyful, fun, different!

I dedicate this poem,

To Lyle, greatest,

Of crocodiles.

Thank you,

A poet that knows it.

Google Humor

I wrote this poem.
When it struck me.
How very funny.
The Google coders are.
With their Incognito windows.
Where they say.
"Beware, of people lookin over your shoulder."
Ha ha I sayed, and wrote this down

It appears that the google coders

Are not a computer

Because they have a sense of humor

And thats not for computers

And poems make me laugh,

And they make me cry,

And they help me get the day on by.

Ha ha! Boo hoo!

Hooray! Horoo!

And I love poems,

And poems love me,

And life is better,

With poems to see.

Missing You

My father.
Was away.
I missed him.
I wrote this poem.
For you, Dad.

Sitting by the fire,

Rushing to the door,

Looking out the window,

Rushing cross the floor,

Waiting for the person that I always miss,

But I can wait a little longer, just for this.

Hear the doorbell ringing,

I rush around singing,

He’s here! He’s here!

He’s finally here!

Open up the door, see him standing there,

The man that I adore,

My father, my father is standing by the door

I love you dad.

I missed you.

Love is like,

Gravity.

Sitting By The Fire

We had a campfire.
That night.
I loved it.
This poem,
Says that.
Thank you world.
For such beauty.

Sitting by the crackling campfire,

My family gathered all around,

Watching the glowing embers,

Throw sparks up to the sky,

A dream I have achieved.

My life was complete.

When I wrote this poem.

So all, who's lives are not,

Read,

And take solace in love.

You Ruined The Feeling

I wrote this poem.
For my little sis.
She is the one.
In the poem.
Who did it.
But,
I thank her.
She got me.
To write.
My second poem.
So here it is.
Thanks, little sis.

I was all alone,

In a world of my own,

When you came to ruin the feeling.

When I got back inside,

You had stolen my ride,

And left nothing. You ruined the feeling.

Like it?

Or not.

I don't care.

I write for fun.

Where the Rainbow Bends

Hello.
I'm a kid, living in Tennessee.
I write poetry.
So I made this blog.
To share it with you.
So heres the first poem I wrote.
Just for you!

Where the rainbow ends, is a pot of gold, a pot of love, for all to share.

But where the rainbow bends, is the heart of peace, that began everywhere.

And we should all try to find, deep deep inside, the place where the rainbow bends.

And when you do, use it. Find the pot of gold, the pot of love, in the place where the rainbow ends. And then, share it. Help those in need. Do you need it? Keep it. Do you want it? Give it away. And, only then will you have found, the real and true, the place where the rainbow bends

But keep this in mind, and answer me this, have you hurt anyone, anywhere?

Because if you have, and I know I have, you can still find, deep deep inside, the place your heart beats strong, the rainbow bends.

So here it is.
Please don't be mean.
I try really hard.
To be the best I can be.