Struggling Friend

 

We learn from good experiences and from bad

As we focus on moving forward to reaching our dreams

and then dreaming some more,

Sharing the experiences as we live them

Making our spirits smile from our core.

 

Remember, you climbed a mountain successfully

and now you are climbing another

Your soles are well tread and materials intact

Leave no stone unturned

And soon you need no longer look back!

 

Through thick and thin, good times and sad

Your real friends are truly here for you

and for each other during your struggles

Their words, their deeds, their time for your needs

Are all metaphors for fabulous cuddles.

 

 

              

Power of the Flower

Like a coat of many colours

Or a shining soft sunset

This beautiful flower

Rises high like a gleaming tower.

 

It stands noble and very proud

Shaded, shadowed, styled

Fanning the window sill

Yet always standing still.

 

This full fluorescent-like flower

Stably showing unashamed grace

Sways in the warm sunlight

With mystical mellow might.

Lavish Lily

Lovely lavish lily

Feeling fresh and free

Brilliant bright and bold

Just how I like to be.

 

Candid charismatic colours

Many marvelous mauves

Balmy baby blues

Spreading out in groves.

 

Swirling swimming sailing

Cosmic crisp constellations

Blooming blowing blossoms

Expressing much elation.

 

Tender tasty testament

Praying peacefully and proud

Bells bellowing blissfully

Cheering strong and loud.

If God had a Wife

 

If God didn’t have a wife

to create darkness and light,

mountains of various heights,

day and then night,

wrong and right,

death and life,

weaknesses and might, and

beautiful sights;

If God didn’t need a wife

to learn to fly a kite,

sharpen a knife, or

fill our lives with delights, then

in all fairness to single types,

What’s up with all the marital hype?

 

Raging Waters

 

Angry, raging waters, soaring down the banks

Crashing, smashing, boiling high

While pushing through the trees and brush

Mother Nature says good-bye.

  

Crashing, smashing, boiling high

Falling fearlessly from above

Upon the waiting river bed

Flowing on as it always does.

  

While pushing through the trees and brush

Leaving nothing standing in its way

We see the destruction from afar

Nobody has a word to say.

  

Mother Nature says good-bye

And carries on with what’s left behind

Rebuild, rebuild the chorus says

Tomorrow will be a little more kind.