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The Rose And The Tree
The Rose red with lovely flowers,
The Tree was straight with limbs like towers,
They grew side by side over the years,
With many blessings and even a few tears.
The Tree gave shade to the Rose,
And four small Bushes beside them,
And all together what a lovely garden they made.
The Rose gave perfume and beauty,
And wrapped velvet vines around Bushes and tree.
Everyone said how beautiful and smart,
To plant a Rose and a Tree, and with four small Bushes together,
And then tend the little garden with all of their heart.
© 2007 Ella Mae Bourne
The Rose red with lovely flowers,
The Tree was straight with limbs like towers,
They grew side by side over the years,
With many blessings and even a few tears.
The Tree gave shade to the Rose,
And four small Bushes beside them,
And all together what a lovely garden they made.
The Rose gave perfume and beauty,
And wrapped velvet vines around Bushes and tree.
Everyone said how beautiful and smart,
To plant a Rose and a Tree, and with four small Bushes together,
And then tend the little garden with all of their heart.
© 2007 Ella Mae Bourne
Divinity Fair
What lies of time, I have conquered.
Rhythms of the world
Vibrating like chords on strings,
Down through the flesh and outward through the mind
and heart as grace.
Descending from on high and spilling like the light of God,
Like the sun coming to power,
They claim sovereignty to rise and fall with all acceptance and concession.
All within us; all within us.
If your love is still a lotus,
Bleeding purple upon its silk,
Endlessly melting off the very petal and
flowing down, and sweetly staining
my dirty earthly hands and touch,
Then will you open up for me?
I'll bear the color and beauty,
Dying from its elation into unconsciousness.
This ether is a veil that I can lay my hands upon
Without grip as it billows without a tear.
I find no sanity here or a way out,
Still I don't seek it, only accept.
Oh rapt becomes my golden moon, so swollen
In glitter on black water,
A lake I look into above me.
Lifting my hands up into it to feel the teeming electricities beyond
the still surface, accessing them until I am entered
With such shining undulations.
In Autumn I don't hold back my leaves
And let them fall, restless to fill my crown again.
Scratching at the sky to bring on Spring warmth.
Enamored with the dance with which
The Universe animates me so as to rejoice
its great and infinite self.
And when the puck and pan creep in,
With the coming Summer wind,
I'll be colored with my passion as the spirits enter
through my door at midnight's ever,
Stirring the affairs of Nature in my mind:
The young and widowed ingenue flees to the church.
She has a secret bourne to the solace of sanctity.
To marry anew in her hooded cape of scandalous red and bating satin
That flails in the warm and brazen, living warm Southern gale.
What lies of time and pretended ends,
Are the snares of Past and Future myths.
What I have questioned, I've overcome,
To be released and then undone.
Into the all-embracing dream, connected and felt by each piece of God. Spilled from it, bourne of sanctity, and raptured up as whole again.
Then Heaven is within and whole again.
© 2005 Michael Eden
What lies of time, I have conquered.
Rhythms of the world
Vibrating like chords on strings,
Down through the flesh and outward through the mind
and heart as grace.
Descending from on high and spilling like the light of God,
Like the sun coming to power,
They claim sovereignty to rise and fall with all acceptance and concession.
All within us; all within us.
If your love is still a lotus,
Bleeding purple upon its silk,
Endlessly melting off the very petal and
flowing down, and sweetly staining
my dirty earthly hands and touch,
Then will you open up for me?
I'll bear the color and beauty,
Dying from its elation into unconsciousness.
This ether is a veil that I can lay my hands upon
Without grip as it billows without a tear.
I find no sanity here or a way out,
Still I don't seek it, only accept.
Oh rapt becomes my golden moon, so swollen
In glitter on black water,
A lake I look into above me.
Lifting my hands up into it to feel the teeming electricities beyond
the still surface, accessing them until I am entered
With such shining undulations.
In Autumn I don't hold back my leaves
And let them fall, restless to fill my crown again.
Scratching at the sky to bring on Spring warmth.
Enamored with the dance with which
The Universe animates me so as to rejoice
its great and infinite self.
And when the puck and pan creep in,
With the coming Summer wind,
I'll be colored with my passion as the spirits enter
through my door at midnight's ever,
Stirring the affairs of Nature in my mind:
The young and widowed ingenue flees to the church.
She has a secret bourne to the solace of sanctity.
To marry anew in her hooded cape of scandalous red and bating satin
That flails in the warm and brazen, living warm Southern gale.
What lies of time and pretended ends,
Are the snares of Past and Future myths.
What I have questioned, I've overcome,
To be released and then undone.
Into the all-embracing dream, connected and felt by each piece of God. Spilled from it, bourne of sanctity, and raptured up as whole again.
Then Heaven is within and whole again.
© 2005 Michael Eden
I Thought I Knew
I thought I knew.
Even as the rain falls from the sky,
Clouds fill mine eyes and I wonder why.
Wonder in a sense of amazement and awe at how life begins.
It never seems to cease,
It is educating,
Reminding,
Awakening us from the things that we think we know.
Even as a fire’s flame burns bright,
I feel my soul is my guiding light.
I wonder in a sense of amazement and awe at how life evolves.
It never seems to cease,
It is elevating,
Redefining,
Awakening us from the things that we think we know.
I thought I knew.
© 2006 Greg Karabinus
I thought I knew.
Even as the rain falls from the sky,
Clouds fill mine eyes and I wonder why.
Wonder in a sense of amazement and awe at how life begins.
It never seems to cease,
It is educating,
Reminding,
Awakening us from the things that we think we know.
Even as a fire’s flame burns bright,
I feel my soul is my guiding light.
I wonder in a sense of amazement and awe at how life evolves.
It never seems to cease,
It is elevating,
Redefining,
Awakening us from the things that we think we know.
I thought I knew.
© 2006 Greg Karabinus
Untitled
Strong and pure
as snow white dove
Free and brave
in flight above
It's that of which
can make you high
bringing tears
of joy to eye
Yet cold and blind
can lead astray
haunting through your
soul each day
causing sadness
and confusion
Is it love
or
Just illusion
© 2006 "Venus Royale" Kinch
Strong and pure
as snow white dove
Free and brave
in flight above
It's that of which
can make you high
bringing tears
of joy to eye
Yet cold and blind
can lead astray
haunting through your
soul each day
causing sadness
and confusion
Is it love
or
Just illusion
© 2006 "Venus Royale" Kinch
When Heaven Speaks
Cleansing waters, washing all pain away,
whips crackling thunder, keeping it at bay.
Flooding waters, searching souls' depths,
bodies wrapped, quivering in dampness.
Heaven's tears, exhausting tears, pouring waters,
till all emptiness is left dry.
Heaven tears, freshening paths,
giving a cleaner beginning, a brighter future below.
From Heaven's skies, came torrent rains, flashing lightning,
God's commanding voice pounding thunder,
Reminding us his power.
Raining thundering skies, opening Heaven's gates,
working world peace, behind a short interval in time.
The End
© 2004 Patricia Smith
Cleansing waters, washing all pain away,
whips crackling thunder, keeping it at bay.
Flooding waters, searching souls' depths,
bodies wrapped, quivering in dampness.
Heaven's tears, exhausting tears, pouring waters,
till all emptiness is left dry.
Heaven tears, freshening paths,
giving a cleaner beginning, a brighter future below.
From Heaven's skies, came torrent rains, flashing lightning,
God's commanding voice pounding thunder,
Reminding us his power.
Raining thundering skies, opening Heaven's gates,
working world peace, behind a short interval in time.
The End
© 2004 Patricia Smith
What is Poetry?
What is Poetry?
Is it only words in typeface?
Or is it something else?
Or perhaps it's the voice that wields it?
Poetry...
It makes us weep,
It makes us feel,
It makes us think,
It expresses ourselves,
It bonds friendships,
It bonds lovers,
It heals our sorrows,
Poetry...
Is more than words.
© 2001 John W Baldwin
Published in the Int'l Library of Poetry; "Tender Moments"
with Mr. Baldwin's personal biography.
What is Poetry?
Is it only words in typeface?
Or is it something else?
Or perhaps it's the voice that wields it?
Poetry...
It makes us weep,
It makes us feel,
It makes us think,
It expresses ourselves,
It bonds friendships,
It bonds lovers,
It heals our sorrows,
Poetry...
Is more than words.
© 2001 John W Baldwin
Published in the Int'l Library of Poetry; "Tender Moments"
with Mr. Baldwin's personal biography.
Willow in the Rain
Sometimes I look upon you, Willow in the Rain,
I look upon you in sorrow, I look upon you in pain.
Because I remember what happened here, one sad and painful year.
When a little girl ran away,
One sad and painful day.
She ran to you for comfort,
She ran to you for care.
She ran and ran and soon realized,
That you were nowhere, anywhere.
Then to her horror, it started to rain.
And then it kicked in,
The sorrow and the pain
Her life was hanging on by a thread,
Then she lay down on her final bed.
Soon her pain had eased away.
For though her body was still on earth,
Her spirit had left it behind.
She never found you,
Willow in the Rain.
Because instead of looking up in life,
She was always looking down.
© Rae Decker
Sometimes I look upon you, Willow in the Rain,
I look upon you in sorrow, I look upon you in pain.
Because I remember what happened here, one sad and painful year.
When a little girl ran away,
One sad and painful day.
She ran to you for comfort,
She ran to you for care.
She ran and ran and soon realized,
That you were nowhere, anywhere.
Then to her horror, it started to rain.
And then it kicked in,
The sorrow and the pain
Her life was hanging on by a thread,
Then she lay down on her final bed.
Soon her pain had eased away.
For though her body was still on earth,
Her spirit had left it behind.
She never found you,
Willow in the Rain.
Because instead of looking up in life,
She was always looking down.
© Rae Decker
Sheshp-Ankh
A lioness lies deep in sleep
while sand surrounds her Ancient Kingdom
and thunderstorms dutifully shroud her true being
from mortal eyes as yet unseeing
Until a time shall come when she is willing
to unveil the spirit of an ever-powerful face
and unearth the mystery of an earthly race
still living in the cells of our memory's trace
And on that day the Great Sphinx shall come alive
Her Eyes shall glow and create wings of Freedom
while feathers of flight capture the Eyes of Vision and Reason
The Sphinx reborn into the glory of the Fiery Central Sun
awakening from dreams of an Atlantean era
to bring forth joys of Wisdom to all the Sons of One
© 2004 Erika Brincat
A lioness lies deep in sleep
while sand surrounds her Ancient Kingdom
and thunderstorms dutifully shroud her true being
from mortal eyes as yet unseeing
Until a time shall come when she is willing
to unveil the spirit of an ever-powerful face
and unearth the mystery of an earthly race
still living in the cells of our memory's trace
And on that day the Great Sphinx shall come alive
Her Eyes shall glow and create wings of Freedom
while feathers of flight capture the Eyes of Vision and Reason
The Sphinx reborn into the glory of the Fiery Central Sun
awakening from dreams of an Atlantean era
to bring forth joys of Wisdom to all the Sons of One
© 2004 Erika Brincat
A Parents Worst Nightmare
I've watched her mind slip into somewhere beyond
And the truth about what happened still lingers on
I've watched the confusion overwhelm her with no resistance
No control over the pain as it thrashes with utter persistence
I've heard her lie about the nightmares that she has every night
They are not going away, there seems to be no end in sight
I've watched her grasp for the words and reach out in pain
But something inside of her shuts down and makes her refrain
I've watched the anger inside her turn sour and she blames me
There was nothing I could do hopefully someday she will see
I've watched her poor little mind slip from one reality to the next
The way a child's mind deals with pain is sometimes so perplexed
I've died inside every time she cries out for me in her sleep
It is every night that I have to face the truth that runs so deep
I've tried to fight for her rights but have been let down every time
Nobody does anything except treat us like we committed the crime
I've watched her reach out for relief of the misery she feels inside
But her fragile weak mind won't do anything but run and hide
I watched her innocence be stolen from her with entrusting lies
And I'm supposed to stand by and do nothing as her heart dies
I've watched her slowly stop caring, stop trusting, stop living
I have tried everything in my power and have been so forgiving
© 9/02 Rebecca Lynn Harper
I've watched her mind slip into somewhere beyond
And the truth about what happened still lingers on
I've watched the confusion overwhelm her with no resistance
No control over the pain as it thrashes with utter persistence
I've heard her lie about the nightmares that she has every night
They are not going away, there seems to be no end in sight
I've watched her grasp for the words and reach out in pain
But something inside of her shuts down and makes her refrain
I've watched the anger inside her turn sour and she blames me
There was nothing I could do hopefully someday she will see
I've watched her poor little mind slip from one reality to the next
The way a child's mind deals with pain is sometimes so perplexed
I've died inside every time she cries out for me in her sleep
It is every night that I have to face the truth that runs so deep
I've tried to fight for her rights but have been let down every time
Nobody does anything except treat us like we committed the crime
I've watched her reach out for relief of the misery she feels inside
But her fragile weak mind won't do anything but run and hide
I watched her innocence be stolen from her with entrusting lies
And I'm supposed to stand by and do nothing as her heart dies
I've watched her slowly stop caring, stop trusting, stop living
I have tried everything in my power and have been so forgiving
© 9/02 Rebecca Lynn Harper
The Pain Consumes Me
Please god save my soul from my hearts infinite whirlwind
My confusion and pain have my emotions in an endless tailspin
I look in his eyes and I know how deep my love goes
Another mistake of finding out something that nobody else knows
The agony my heart feels makes my painful numbness spread
To find out that once again I have been completely mislead
My tears are not falling like new pain usually creates
Something died inside of me today, something I did not anticipate
I can barely comprehend the enormous hole in my heart
Nothing compares to the fear that I will feel after we are apart
There is something inside of me slowly ticking away
I don't know how to look at him; I don't know what to say
My heart has turned cold, nothing left to feel but despair
What will become of us after this, I just don't seem to care
I am full of anger and feel his deceit running through my veins
Betrayal and dishonesty are the two things that drive me insane
He claimed his loyalty and then tested his own fate
I have no control over when my heart decides it is to late
He knew the consequences when he swore on our loves trust
To find out he was lying even then makes leaving him a must
I can't deceive myself into believing that I am what he needs
I'm losing control and my heart is dying as the pain consumes me
© 9/02 Rebecca Lynn Harper
Please god save my soul from my hearts infinite whirlwind
My confusion and pain have my emotions in an endless tailspin
I look in his eyes and I know how deep my love goes
Another mistake of finding out something that nobody else knows
The agony my heart feels makes my painful numbness spread
To find out that once again I have been completely mislead
My tears are not falling like new pain usually creates
Something died inside of me today, something I did not anticipate
I can barely comprehend the enormous hole in my heart
Nothing compares to the fear that I will feel after we are apart
There is something inside of me slowly ticking away
I don't know how to look at him; I don't know what to say
My heart has turned cold, nothing left to feel but despair
What will become of us after this, I just don't seem to care
I am full of anger and feel his deceit running through my veins
Betrayal and dishonesty are the two things that drive me insane
He claimed his loyalty and then tested his own fate
I have no control over when my heart decides it is to late
He knew the consequences when he swore on our loves trust
To find out he was lying even then makes leaving him a must
I can't deceive myself into believing that I am what he needs
I'm losing control and my heart is dying as the pain consumes me
© 9/02 Rebecca Lynn Harper
Twas a Dream
The darkness of the nights despair,
as the rain settles in with fear.
Then down my cheek a single tear,
with the words still ringing in my ear
it grows cold with the first hour near,
I stand alone calling your name my dear,
but it’s my cries you do not hear.
With this chill in the night’s air,
something becomes rather queer,
I turn to see you standing there,
to tell me that you do still care,
and it’s your heart you wish to bare,
and then I watch you start to disappear,
for me to wake to a lonesome stare.
The darkness of the nights despair.
© 2005 Michael Dionne
The darkness of the nights despair,
as the rain settles in with fear.
Then down my cheek a single tear,
with the words still ringing in my ear
it grows cold with the first hour near,
I stand alone calling your name my dear,
but it’s my cries you do not hear.
With this chill in the night’s air,
something becomes rather queer,
I turn to see you standing there,
to tell me that you do still care,
and it’s your heart you wish to bare,
and then I watch you start to disappear,
for me to wake to a lonesome stare.
The darkness of the nights despair.
© 2005 Michael Dionne
Untitled
As the sands of time pass through the hourglass of my life,
Each grain represents a person I've met,
A place I've been,
A thing I've created or gained.
The small pit at the top deepens
And the tiny pyramid below enlarges
The future gets closer
And the memories build up.
I turn the glass on it's side
The sands run together
Blending the past and future
Creating the now.
In the stillness of this contemplation
Time hangs upon the crescent moon
Ageless here
Within my hands.
The glass shatters, and
The debris cuts my fingers,
And my soft skin sparkles
With the dust of memories long forgotten
Every individual dream and regret
Released.
I brush away the grains
From my vulnerable wounds
And turn my glittering face
Towards the moon.
The wind sweeps away
The sand into the sky.
Memories, things to come, fears;
Hopes, wishes, desires, dreams;
All curtain the night in their serenity.
Twinkling with a silvery light,
They're threaded along the astral plane,
Suspended in time.
© 6/97 Pam Bridgeo
My Warrior Princess
Stopping in this meadow
returning to my home
I dismounted and
thought I was alone.
With the shield and sword
hanging from my steed
I removed my Helm,
Coif and Arming Cap.
As I turned somewhat,
She stood there before me
so tall and so proud
in leather tunic and shield,
and the sword in her hand
point downcast at her heel.
And my thoughts were of her,
she's a true Warrior Spirit
so fierce and so strong.
A slight smile played
upon her face as her
eyes of crystaline blue
drank me in as
the flowers the dew.
One Warrior to another
wordless thoughts flowed
between us as the
rivers to the oceans
driven by their own forces.
Her panther companion
turned and walked away
contented to await her
perhaps another day.
My Snow Leopard as well
lay curled at my feet
as the Eagle flew skyward
ever higher and higher
he did soar.
His cry then broke the
silence of this moment
and caused us to look up at the rays of the Sun
glinting golden from his wings.
Then .... in the blink of an eye
he pierced the clouds high
high in the sky.
Colors spewed forth as if
from melted rainbows
with the liquids vaporizing
and becoming mist
as they fell earthward.
The Energies that descended
engulfed us completely
shimmering, ever changing
iridescent in colors and
dazzling in brilliance.
Tho we had not spoken a word
our very souls embraced
and danced as one.
Surrounded by this Entity of Us
she lay down her weapons,
spear and all.
With her arms stretched skyward
she called the God/Goddess.
And then in a voice
ancient, but known,
We both spoke our gratitude
of what we'd been shown.
Again our gazes locked
as she became enshrouded
as if in a misty fog.
At first I reacted
as tho in a dream,
when there she appeared
as Regal as a Queen.
Gone was the Warrior
and before me now was
my princess at last found.
© 6/78 Cal Egbert
I Know Her!
As the full moon appears from the night,
so appears her face amid the tresses.
From sorrow comes the perception of her,
the eyes crying on the cheek:
Like the Black Narcissus shedding tears upon a Rose.
Mere beauties are silenced.
Her fair quality is overwhelming.
Even to think of her, harms her sublimity.
Thought is too course a thing to perceive her.
If this be so, how can she be seen
by such a clumsy organ as the eye?
Her fleeting wonder eludes thought!
She is beyond the spectrum of sight!
When description tried to explain her,
she overcame it.
Whenever such attempt is made
description is put to flight,
because it is trying to circumscribe.
If someone seeking her lowers his aspirations,
to feel in terms of ordinary love,
she is beyond comprehension and he therefore
shall become one with the masses.
I have known her for eons!
I have known her forever!
She has been with me before!
She will be with me again!
© 6/78 Cal Egbert
QUESTION
How can people ever be
truly one with you and me
when no one remembers how to act
while being friends or having mates
when taking for granted is the course
the soul that's left is full of remorse
when time is not shared and ideas are not planned
the soul that tries and gets kicked in the eye is always
surprised by the turn of events
when you reach for a hand to give support
and what you get is a fist full of thorns
when you wait and see with great happiness about a
special someone's day
and all you get is a vacant stare or better yet no one there
how can people ever be
more than what you see
when they don't try to change
to be better than what they see
instead all they do is become reality
when will they ever learn
what will it take for them to be
the people you know in your heart they can be
© 2/98 Ginnie Corona
I WONDER
I wonder if you knew
all the trust I put in you,
I wonder if you notice
just how important you are to me,
I wonder do you hear
the caring in my voice,
I wonder if you've spied
the spark you put in my eyes,
I wonder if you see
the smile you bring to me,
I wonder if you've heard
the laughter in my words,
I wonder if you've considered
where I'd be without you,
I wonder if you know that I love you
is more than words for me,
I wonder if you can tell that you have
a corner of my heart,
I wonder if you get
how much I LOVE YOU, yet?
© 12/97 Ginnie Corona
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As the sands of time pass through the hourglass of my life,
Each grain represents a person I've met,
A place I've been,
A thing I've created or gained.
The small pit at the top deepens
And the tiny pyramid below enlarges
The future gets closer
And the memories build up.
I turn the glass on it's side
The sands run together
Blending the past and future
Creating the now.
In the stillness of this contemplation
Time hangs upon the crescent moon
Ageless here
Within my hands.
The glass shatters, and
The debris cuts my fingers,
And my soft skin sparkles
With the dust of memories long forgotten
Every individual dream and regret
Released.
I brush away the grains
From my vulnerable wounds
And turn my glittering face
Towards the moon.
The wind sweeps away
The sand into the sky.
Memories, things to come, fears;
Hopes, wishes, desires, dreams;
All curtain the night in their serenity.
Twinkling with a silvery light,
They're threaded along the astral plane,
Suspended in time.
© 6/97 Pam Bridgeo
My Warrior Princess
Stopping in this meadow
returning to my home
I dismounted and
thought I was alone.
With the shield and sword
hanging from my steed
I removed my Helm,
Coif and Arming Cap.
As I turned somewhat,
She stood there before me
so tall and so proud
in leather tunic and shield,
and the sword in her hand
point downcast at her heel.
And my thoughts were of her,
she's a true Warrior Spirit
so fierce and so strong.
A slight smile played
upon her face as her
eyes of crystaline blue
drank me in as
the flowers the dew.
One Warrior to another
wordless thoughts flowed
between us as the
rivers to the oceans
driven by their own forces.
Her panther companion
turned and walked away
contented to await her
perhaps another day.
My Snow Leopard as well
lay curled at my feet
as the Eagle flew skyward
ever higher and higher
he did soar.
His cry then broke the
silence of this moment
and caused us to look up at the rays of the Sun
glinting golden from his wings.
Then .... in the blink of an eye
he pierced the clouds high
high in the sky.
Colors spewed forth as if
from melted rainbows
with the liquids vaporizing
and becoming mist
as they fell earthward.
The Energies that descended
engulfed us completely
shimmering, ever changing
iridescent in colors and
dazzling in brilliance.
Tho we had not spoken a word
our very souls embraced
and danced as one.
Surrounded by this Entity of Us
she lay down her weapons,
spear and all.
With her arms stretched skyward
she called the God/Goddess.
And then in a voice
ancient, but known,
We both spoke our gratitude
of what we'd been shown.
Again our gazes locked
as she became enshrouded
as if in a misty fog.
At first I reacted
as tho in a dream,
when there she appeared
as Regal as a Queen.
Gone was the Warrior
and before me now was
my princess at last found.
© 6/78 Cal Egbert
I Know Her!
As the full moon appears from the night,
so appears her face amid the tresses.
From sorrow comes the perception of her,
the eyes crying on the cheek:
Like the Black Narcissus shedding tears upon a Rose.
Mere beauties are silenced.
Her fair quality is overwhelming.
Even to think of her, harms her sublimity.
Thought is too course a thing to perceive her.
If this be so, how can she be seen
by such a clumsy organ as the eye?
Her fleeting wonder eludes thought!
She is beyond the spectrum of sight!
When description tried to explain her,
she overcame it.
Whenever such attempt is made
description is put to flight,
because it is trying to circumscribe.
If someone seeking her lowers his aspirations,
to feel in terms of ordinary love,
she is beyond comprehension and he therefore
shall become one with the masses.
I have known her for eons!
I have known her forever!
She has been with me before!
She will be with me again!
© 6/78 Cal Egbert
QUESTION
How can people ever be
truly one with you and me
when no one remembers how to act
while being friends or having mates
when taking for granted is the course
the soul that's left is full of remorse
when time is not shared and ideas are not planned
the soul that tries and gets kicked in the eye is always
surprised by the turn of events
when you reach for a hand to give support
and what you get is a fist full of thorns
when you wait and see with great happiness about a
special someone's day
and all you get is a vacant stare or better yet no one there
how can people ever be
more than what you see
when they don't try to change
to be better than what they see
instead all they do is become reality
when will they ever learn
what will it take for them to be
the people you know in your heart they can be
© 2/98 Ginnie Corona
I WONDER
I wonder if you knew
all the trust I put in you,
I wonder if you notice
just how important you are to me,
I wonder do you hear
the caring in my voice,
I wonder if you've spied
the spark you put in my eyes,
I wonder if you see
the smile you bring to me,
I wonder if you've heard
the laughter in my words,
I wonder if you've considered
where I'd be without you,
I wonder if you know that I love you
is more than words for me,
I wonder if you can tell that you have
a corner of my heart,
I wonder if you get
how much I LOVE YOU, yet?
© 12/97 Ginnie Corona
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