Last Commented Lyric Poems (681)

I grind the beans and brew a pot.
Ah, the aroma's heavenly.
Sun is rising through the trees,
The morning dew bedazzles me.

Farm fresh brown egss from free range hens,
I get them from a friend down south.
With yolks so bright and yellow that,
Look so inviting to my mouth.

My whole wheat toast comes popping up,
Fresh butter makes it savory.
An egg on each upon the plate,
Their sunny sides smile up at me.

Whole peppercorns ground all around.
Sea salt is sprinkled on the top,
The fork's first pierce begins the flow,
A bite of white and toast to sop.

Devouring this tasty treat,
Takes hardly any time at all.
The dishes washed and kitchen's neat
There's work to do, no time to stall.

In trying times these small delights,
Can get you started on the right.
To start your day in morning light,
And last you til you're home at night.

In my search for true romance,
I've made some awesome friends,
Though love is still eluding me,
Guess that's what fate intends.

Fell in love not long ago,
But was not meant to be.
Though she loves me as a friend,
Was not in love with me.

So I must move on again,
To try to find my one.
Never thought I'd come this far,
With searching just begun.

But I won't give up my quest,
However long it goes,
Love's worth all of this and more,
As my heart surely knows.

I sit here in a darkened car,
With three small ones at my side,
All huddled in blankets escaping cold's spar.
Lack Of Money 's the train that we ride.

This train someday will halt its wheels.
A destination will come to pass.
Having boxes with more than just love for our meals,
And bags just full of faith in our grasp.

So in the tunnels of the deepest despair,
Three smiles appear to me.
All warmed with hope that can't compare,
This trip strengthens internally.

We play an imagination game,
And stories we tell out loud,
Of the future's treasures we soon will claim.
On departure, we'll stand right proud.

So when this train stops and we depart,
Like with most trips, we'll all have learned,
Life's journeys are lessons to make us smart,
For our wings we have to earn.

The scars you wear tell all your life,
Be it from fall or surgeons knife,
An auto crash, a barroom brawl,
The scars you carry tell it all.

Then there's the ones that do not show,
Though just as real and still a blow.
That hurtful thing a loved one said,
Can cut as harsh as if it bled.

These scars that tell your story so,
Mark all the paths that you have known.
And when you look back you will see,
Each one's a page of history.

So please don't hide your scars from me,
My love enfolds their mystery.
For ev'ry one I see it true,
Has gone to build this wond'rous you.

When two together drift apart,
Who is to say just where it starts?
The careless words, the thoughtless ways,
That take for granted precious days.

Then once begun, it's hard to stem,
The downhill slide from us to them.
You may find fault and try to blame,
But really there's no cause for shame.

It may be sad to realize,
The light has left your lover's eyes.
But have compassion for the one,
Who at the time your heart had won.

It's not the end of either one,
Just a new chapter has begun.
So have a heart and just feel free,
To part the ways with dignity.

The mailbox lights up shiny red,
Some someone wants to talk to me!
I clicked the button, scrolled and read,
It's from a friend who's very sweet.

She tells me of her house and town,
And all about what's going on.
She asks me if I'm feeling down,
Or if I'm happy with the dawn.

I am delighted to receive,
Each small detail is like a gem.
And her concerns make me believe,
She cares, or wouldn't ask me them.

My reply will start with thanks,
For such sweet words she thought to send.
So happy makes me want to dance,
To get an email from a friend.

(Writing Under the Influence)

Sometimes it all comes out garbled,
Can't make heads nor tails the next day.
As if I'd lost all my marbles,
Now what was I trying to say?

But once in a while it's inspired,
A couple of nuggets I'll find.
It's almost as if I were wired,
My fingers just speaking my mind.

Later I'll fix up the scansion,
Make sure all the rhymes are just right.
Ideas may need some expansion,
From fragments composed in the night.

Then when the magic is churning,
When ev'rything's coming out fine,
The late midnight oils are burning,
As poetry mixes with wine.

Bright and sunny days,
Can be quite oppressive.
Heat, humidity,
Can become excessive.

Heavy clouds can be,
Shields from radiation.
Cooling fevered brows,
Welcome, soft sensation.

Summer thunderstorms,
Oft bring a freshing breeze,
Rippling 'cross the puddles,
Waving through the trees.

So please don't curse the rain,
Falling from above,
Just another proof of,
Mother Nature's love.

No end to possibilities,
The world's an open slate.
No matter what your age or place,
It all comes down to fate.

Some days there's cold and cloudiness,
And others bright and warm.
But even in your darkest hour,
You might just find a charm.

It is said when life deals lemons,
You should make lemonade.
If sometimes sugar's hard to find,
Then find someone to trade.

So keep your options wide and loose.
Get out there, take a chance.
There's music playing ev'rywhere,
Just go ahead and dance.

Oh yes there were golden moments,
I can remember quite a few,
But I cannot help recalling,
The ones that left me black-and-blue.

The times I ran and hid away,
The times I took it like a man,
Though I was just a kid and that,
Was more than one should have to stand.

My father was an angry drunk,
Sometimes he took it out on me.
Some of his abuse was verbal,
But often physical, you see.

Until one day at seventeen,
When he had backed me to the wall,
His fist was clenched with arm drawn back,
And things weren't looking good at all.

"What can I lose?" I thought, and then,
Dropped down into a fighting stance.
I knew I could not beat him but,
Felt like it was my only chance.

"Wadda you think you're gonna do?"
He then asked incredulously.
"Well, I'm not just gonna stand here,"
I said, "and let you beat on me."

He shook his head and chuckled then,
Turned round and slowly walked away.
You know, I never will forget,
The lessons that I learned that day.

The very first revelation,
That it is wrong to run and cower
When you stand up to a bully,
You take away all his power.

The other lesson learned back there,
The message that I want to send,
I vowed I'd never beat a kid,
And that the cycle would now end.