Bumps on a Road

Inevitable are the winds that blow change among us all. There is no mountain, or valley, that accomplishes a barrier to keep us from moving forward in our journey. So with eyes wide open, observe every bump in the road. For it is the bumps which makes you who you are.


Rainbows and tears

Rain behind sun, that no one ever sees, creating rainbows of beauty and grace

Tears behind smiles, and a brush of my hair, hiding my face from reality

Steps unsettled, and a gaze that is fixed, I steady my course with a song

I must press on and hold my head high, and protect the flame that lies in the sky!

Country Dreams

Belief in goodness and Almighty God

Belief that there is good in one and all

This country is counting on hopes and dreams

Don’t leat me down don’t rip at the seams

Where is the belief that makes your soul sing?

Where is hope that togetherness brings?

I am surrendering my all for its all I have

I am trusting in faith that you have my back

I am not forgotten and neither are you

So let’s all raise our flags of red white and blue!


Decisions and doubts and really dark days

Planning and praying for answers and strength

People walking without wisdom in constant rants and words

Where can we go when everyone hurts?


Shaking and aching and wanting something more

How do I move when my mind will not stop

Where do I go for relief for this urge that cannot be quenched

How do I stop my body from doing what it must

Another day, another hour, another minute

Hold on for there is more to come

I can do this. . . Right?

Hot Rain

Hot rain that floods my soul

Memories that I can’t see

A smell, a noise, a certain place

Erupting from inside of me

Bitter moans that must escape

To hide their source within

Oozing just enough to last a day

Never gushing for full relief

Another Time and Place

A trailblazer at heart I was born to be

I seem to be stuck in another time and place

A world so different than we know today

Filled with books and typewriters and words and paper

Stories that were read, and poems created

Minds that worked to explore

Where have the bookworms all hibernate to?

Why are people so smitten with videos and games and movies

Where is the creativity, the art, the joy?

Another time, another place, I suppose

A place I long to be

Poet’s Song

Beauty extended boisterous  array

Dandelions and daisys and dancing blades

Sunshine that simmers my soul to hear

Whispers of words from somewhere near

Birds that bellow from branches their song

Atmosphere attending to a poets gaul

Heated tears and hands that shake

Writing with awe the words I make

Creating a craze of candid maze

Word after word written in a haze

Hear my song! A poets pain

Everything to lose and nothing to gain

Set me FREE

My heart is on fire

My soul burns with words

Words of passion and depth and whispers

Overcome with emotions that I was born to feel

Bottled up in my inner core

The only release is to set them free

Fly away sweet words of depth and set me free
On the pages of my life

Each second is a scroll that someone will later discover

The words bound in my mind are a treasure for sure

Fly away words and set me free