Advice is Free
May your days be bright And your nights be merry; With memories made May they all be cheery; And if they’re not Because no, they won’t be; Make the best of life And yes, advice is free
Tag: Positive Vibes
Be
Be Strong and vigilant Though trouble Swoops in Strong and vigilant Be
Suspended
Suspended In water In air; Saying bye to one Is the only way to soar
Mercy
To the broken Crumbling Battered and discarded show MERCY And find beauty In the souls Who once were forgotten
Could and Should
All worries Weigh you down As dead weight let them Fall to the ground; Place all troubles Under your feet And stomp to pieces With a breath of relief; Soon new thoughts Will begin to sprout And live as a canopy Shading self-doubt; A symbol of all That could (and should be) When nurtured with… Read More Could and Should
Mr. Stinky
Dear Mr. Stinky, Please go away You came without notice We never asked you to stay; Coming and going Just as you please With your tail in the air A smell left on the breeze; You dig out the dirt And squeeze under the door Into the crawlspace You freely explore; Leaving us guessing When… Read More Mr. Stinky
Journey
Some trips are planned and plotted With exact arrival and departure times But the best kind of adventure Has no customer boarding lines; The fun is in the journey Down an uncharted path Where how you got there’s a mystery As is, how and when you’ll get back
Lovely Things
Against a field of so much green She had no choice but to be seen; To spread her wings and flutter free Into the world where she will be; Recognized for her beauty And sensitivity; As a peacekeeper between The flowers and the bees; For when her work is done It’s back to where she… Read More Lovely Things
Fisherman
In the peace and quiet Where the tall pines grow There is a man Who stands alone; Casting his line Time after time Not in search of fish Just a way to unwind; As the water swirls Up to his waist With each cast His worries erase; Washed by the water He reels in a… Read More Fisherman
Flowers
Picked from the dirt Right where they grow Arranged in a vase On long stems for show; Petals plucked And counted one by one Blooms pressed between pages Or neatly hung; As keepsakes dried With memories, inside A flower left alone Will beautify outside; Decorating the land And pleasing the eye Scenting the air From… Read More Flowers
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