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A Petri Dish Left Unattended
I awake each day,
To my ongoing list of problems.
Ever-growing, never-ending sorrows,
Of a world breaking down boundaries,
Totally out of control.
Sorrows created by selfish uncaring people,
Who egocentrically live without pride.
Malcontents of the world,
Spreading sadness like a virus,
That's escaped from an unattended petri dish.
Horror created by humans,
Masked by friendship,
Released on the unsuspecting world,
Of the innocent still struggling,
To rid themselves of the previous day's virus,
That escaped and contaminated its surroundings.
A Blade Of Grass
A blade of grass so thin, yet strong,
Bends like the willow tree in the wind.
Strength to endure the seasons,
Storms, rains, and sunshine.
The earth is so forgiving,
So gentle and yet so surviving.
It balances the elements of the seasons,
Nourishing the soils regeneration.
Bouncing back to life each spring,
To generate the year's growth and blooms.
It fortifies itself to produce bountiful,
Fruits and vegetables to feed all.
From the earth and its generous nutrition,
It promotes growth of all the living,
While fortifying itself,
To regenerate again and again.
We, like the earth,
Take from its renewal,
The wisdom to fortify and revitalize,
Ourselves and nature's bounty to endure.
Reward ourselves year after year,
Consuming its amplitude,
Giving new life to care for the earth,
Converting her bounty in our own.
Without the air nature produces,
Or the greenery that surrounds us,
Our lives would not exist,
And the future of earth would not subsist.
Daylight begins to fade -- the sun has moved west for its daily descent,
Reflections of amber brightly shine as the sun's voyage begins.
Sunset reflects the beauty in nature’s eyes,
Vibrant colors intensify into deeper more brilliant shades.
Lights exploding into vibrating hues of rich, glowing orange and reds,
Fading softly to many shades of pink.
Reflection of colors mirrored on the water's crest,
Blending into the sky, it begins fading to darkness.
Breathtaking and exuberant causing your heart to race,
Watching the ocean swallow the sun whole,
'Til there is nothing but darkness to embrace.
The beauty seen watching the sun disappear,
Sitting on the seashore gazing in amazement,
Expecting to hear a sizzle.
As its glow decimates before your eyes,
This ball of fire extinguished by the ocean's water.
Final view of this sunset resembling colors on its surface of golden glory.
Mystic view of the sun slowly vanishing out of sight.
Ocean is calm, ripples of light exposing its crest.
End of daylight allowing luminance of the stars,
Light our way to a new day.
Thoughts move from the sunset to the constellation above us,
Glittering and sparkling -- guide us through the night, bringing joy of other lights.
I grabbed the bag,
That holds my heart,
And looked inside,
For all the parts.
What could be missing,
That acts as the glue?
Holds it all together,
And pumps it through?
It must be love,
That feeds it life,
All the pieces tight.
What does it take,
To mend a broken heart,
And fill in the gaps,
Till it’s all one part?
Will it take a lot of work
And time to heal?
Or will it escape
With just a bit of glue?
What makes it pump,
In such beautiful rhythm?
Does it come natural,
Or is it a symptom?
Can this be purchased,
Off a shelf like a toy,
Or is it something,
That warrants more?
Can you tell if your heart,
Is smart, happy, or sad?
Does it warn you of dangers ahead,
By speeding up and slowing down?
Has it spoken before,
And went unheard?
Or maybe it’s afraid,
I never notice when it hurts.
In that bag of parts,
Are you sure they're all accounted for?
Or is anything missing,
I don’t feel the mend happening?
Can a heart be too tired,
To make the glue harden?
Does it have one more mend,
In its bag to bargain?
Or have I used up all options,
To mend this broken heart?
Will my heart ever feel again,
That rhythm do blips?
Can the mend happen,
Without the love?
Or will it need new love,
To generate beauteous rhythm?
Stroll Through San Francisco
Jack London's home across the Bay,
Now crossing the Golden Gate.
Walking through Fisherman's Wharf,
Smelling the entrees as you pass restaurant doors.
While ships passing along the way,
Fishing boats pulling up to dock.
Crabs are snapping at your heels,
Fishermen are unloading their catch-of-the-day.
Fresh sea air breeze by the shore,
Sunny days and foggy nights.
Smelling the kelp wash ashore,
Whispering sand upon the beach.
Watching seagulls wait and wait,
For crumbs on tourists' trails,
While the sun sets on the west,
Atop the ocean's crest.
Strolling through Chinatown,
Collecting your thoughts.
Sounds of shuffling feet,
Of people busy working on a feast.
Buildings taller than Redwoods trees,
Towering over the City by the Bay,
The Financial District, quiet and clean,
Just remnants of a day's work seen.
The smell of coffee grinding,
Sour Dough bread baking,
Your senses are on fire with taste buds aching.
Driving down the most crooked street,
Turning left; turning right,
Turning left; turning right,
Winding to the bottom of this twisted hill.
Up the hill,
Down the hill.
Turning right on a wrong way,
And down a one-way street.
Delivery trucks double-parked,
"Get out of my way!"
The cable car bell clangs loudly,
While the conductor yells, "All Aboard!"
Passengers scrimmage grabbing for seats,
Before the cable car clangs through the streets.
The city's aglow like a Christmas tree,
Lights twinkling and street signals flashing.
There's so much you missed seeing while on this trip,
So plan another visit to this beautiful City by the Bay.
My Heart Is On The Mend!
Oh my goodness, my heart's on the mend,
That old feeling is back again.
What is this mysterious fix?
Could it be my heart playing tricks?
I feel it thumping just as strong as before,
It has mended and is reopening its door.
Falling in love just as before.
Let’s not play tricks on this old heart anymore.
Taking the plunge,
For the last time in this life.
Has my heart met someone wonderful,
Where it wants to reside?
Jump aboard that love boat, row ashore,
It’s taking the plunge and giving a shove.
It’s the happiest it’s been,
In a long time in love.
Must be special,
To have brought new life to my heart.
If I’m dreaming, don’t wake me,
My heart might fall apart.
You embrace me and it releases all sadness,
Your touch and gentle whispers capture my heart,
And leave me longing for more.
When I awaken from my dreamy state,
I reach for your embrace,
Searching through my sleepy slumber,
To find I have been alone in your dreamy embrace.
The Long Journey
Life's journey was long,
So many twists and turns.
The questions unanswered, too many,
The how's and why's unknown.
Although the journey was long,
So many loves not found.
The loves lost, so many,
The heart bends like a willow.
The journey was long,
But nearing the end.
The lessons learned, so many,
The total learned, unknown.
The journey has ended.
I studied for this final test.
I've answered to my maker.
I passed life's course, now rest.
Broken hearts resemble a shipwreck at sea.
The pieces crumble, some float to the surface.
Other pieces sink, never to be seen again,
But always remembered, never enjoyed.
Heartbreak resembles the tearing of memories,
Shredded lives and experiences.
Unforgettable moments of love,
Forever lost in the rubble of the wreck.
The havoc, the lost souls,
Having lived through the stormy debris,
Find a raft floating, a lifesaver of strength,
A shred to hang onto that beckons life.
New life to breathe happiness into every soul,
Reaches out to help and strengthen.
A branch of truth and happiness,
Soothes the wrecked endangered heart.
A cello plays on, the memories,
Of life as the wreckage is tossed about.
Pieces of lives ripped apart,
But long remembering the love.
A bow pulled across the strings of a cello,
Mesmerize the watchers and wonderers.
What will happen now, who will be saved?
What will become of the shipwrecked hearts?
The hearts stranded in a stormy sea,
Awaiting rescue from the dangers ahead.
Awakening to a quiet, calm day.
A day of repair and renewal on the stormy sea of love.
Oh what a dreary foggy day,
The sky is overcast and the sun is grey;
What more could a person ask for?
Maybe add some dreary rain to complete the foggy day.
Overcast and foggy days are dreamy,
They cover a day's beauty with a hazy film.
Covering yourself with a protective coating,
Shielding your dreams from becoming dreary.
Foggy days snuggling under covers,
Awaiting the fog to lift then showering you with sunshine.
The glimmer of sunlight sparks new dreams,
That await the shedding of the protective film that clings.
You become energized and vibrant,
Awakening drowsy from a restful sleep.
The warmth of the sun drizzles new light on your eyes,
While your subconscious brings light to the foggy haze of life.
Love we’re told when we were children,
We’ll find it when we’re much older.
You have to look carefully to find,
The right one to give your heart.
Love is described as warm and caring,
Gentle, emotional, and very sharing.
Love is curious, and most of all forgiving,
Don’t give your heart to anyone undeserving.
The babbling brook speaks to me,
With its gentle sounds as it meanders ,
Through the crooked path rushing over the pebbles,
Translating the language of the babbling brook.
As I lay on the grassy bank,
Relaxed in my world of sounds,
Reflecting on nature's voices that I hear,
Voices repeating the unheard secrets.
That mimic the sounds from the breeze.
Echo the ramblings of nature's creatures,
Reverberating in my head again and again,
Causing me to reflect and translate each sound.
Like a symphony heard from a choir of angels,
Echoing in my head,
Again and again until I understand,
The secret language of the babbling brook.
What Your Love Means To Me
Your love replaces the air I breathe,
It fills the room with a fresh breeze.
Fragrances smell sweeter,
Then blossoms in spring.
Capturing my heart's desire for love.
Your gentle demure,
Forces me to let down my guard.
I easily surrender my love,
I keep hidden in my heart.
Time escapes through your embrace,
As we stay intertwined in each other's arms.
I feel the softness of your breath,
When you whisper in my ear,
Love messages I long to hear.
When I awaken tomorrow morning,
Will you still be here?
When I listen for your voice,
Will I hear it clearly?
When I open my eyes,
Will you still be lying next to me?
All my dreams will come true,
If you are here when I awaken.,