November Moon

The morning November moon, I love so much, showed itself.
About this time of the year, we are privileged to be smiled upon
By a barely-there moon, as it hangs on to the night, while greeting a new day.

Sunset Artistry

Light scattered red by dust
Glowing orange just for us
As it travels through so many miles
Of atmosphere distortions for smiles
On faces radiant in sunsets glow
As the heavens shine on us below
With colors beyond compare
Brilliant views, we proudly share
As photos or artistic views, if we dare.
If words could only capture the spectacular rays
Of sunburst, bold colors as the end of lovely days
Then poetry would shine as art on us
Colorful as the so many ways that dust
And words deflect light to produce rhymes
Echoing all the sunsets, forever from ancient times

The Cold Wind’s Asking

What if there’s nothing left to discover
And we have lost what it means to wonder
If all that we ever knew was what we would know
And there are no questions in our minds to show
What we should think of or strive for just when
It’s time to consider the meaning of life again
Before it slides back into oblivion’s darkness
Because we didn’t credit wisdom’s starkness
When we have become lazy of thought
Having forgotten all we’ve been taught
As we sit facing the cold wind’s tasking
Question… Of my source you could be asking?

Daydreaming

Doing nothing is exhausting
Doing everything is exhilarating
And exhausting
So why not do everything?

Daydreaming is easy
Thinking is tiring work
For a focused mind
That would rather daydream

Saying everything is easy
While saying little
In a meaningful way
Is a life’s worth
… for a daydreamer

May the Words Move You

What is the meaning you’re hearing
Poets provoke, intending emotion searing
Words have feelings, both yours and mine
Do the thoughts and feelings now align?
Feel the light breeze brush your cheek,
Does it causes a chill as you speak,
Provoking you to turn your head?
With thoughtful meaning instead
Becoming you, as you too add to the multitudes of winds
Of change, and a whirlwind of meaning transcends
The nature of feelings, to thoughts, to meanings
Adding to humanities emotional intelligence leanings
So, as you find the words that finally move you
Know that it was a poet’s dream that they do

All of Us

Dad takes care of Mom
So, Mom can worry and pray for all of us

Dad tells his stories, we’ve all heard before
But they still have a message for all of us

Mom’s eyes roll, as he chuckles at his own jokes
And we chuckle too, because it’s part of all of us

Dad still figures out how to do everything
Creative and valued advice for all of us

Discounts, coupons, everything can be repaired
So too, we save, fix and repair, it’s part of all of us

Dad taught us how to be noble and good
We do our best, as a bit of nobility is now in all of us

So, Mom, no need to worry about all of us
Because there’s a bit of Dad in all of us!

A Poet’s Passion

I need to write
There’s something more to say
But there are things I should do
Like wrapping poems into a book

But composing is passion
Sometimes I just have to write
Sometimes I have no clue what to write
Sometimes I wonder does anyone care what I write

Art inspires, life, and poetry
I’d like my poetry to inspire art
I can see the colors in my mind
Rolling the words in my mouth
Tasting them, feeling their texture

Tell me of the children,
Not what they are doing
Or their many accomplishments
But what are they thinking and feeling
Witnessing the development of character

The mind is important cargo
In a body nourishing and protecting
Find joy in a breeze when it’s hot
A chill when there should be none
The joy of clouds when it should be clear
Even the tears of rain that streaks windows
Is that a state of mind?

Could I love more?
Should I know how?
The cup seems full,
Yet add a few more drops if you will
I’ll keep sipping from that cup every day
Feeding strength, joy and inspiration