Last Commented Cinquain Poems (43)

Writing for magic or money
One thing is clear
Wish I had the magic to make money appear

Writing for reason or rhyme
Love could be a reason
Love could be a never ending line

Writing for thought or pleasure
This is what I find
It was a pleasure to know you if but for only a short time

Writing for jest or seriously
Looking for the words that binds
Love is found deeper when you read it between the lines

I wandered by the babbling stony brook
with fishing pole and bait and shiny hook
and there I found a lake
with fish there for the take
and one, then two, then three is what I took

And there I met a strolling country girl
whose hair was formed from golden natural curls
she said lets take a chance
on old time sweet romance
I said my dear lets give this thing a whirl

Her father was a man of decent means
the farm was sewn with peas and corn and beans
then somewhere in the night
I awoke without delight
to find it all had been just pleasant dreams

saxophones over Johannesburg
clouds in the champagne
let it rain
let it rain
for the regime must change

jazz in the hinterland
grazing in the grass
Mbaqanga
Mbaqanga
trumpets from Botswana

Stimela, Stimela
call of the coal train
brought them down
deep down
deep down
in the gold and mineral mines
of the metropoli

Sublimely
silent shadows
running thru the fields,
Silence
molds clouds
all day

Radiantly
silent moonlight
bouncing thru the moss trees,
Silence
two steps
across the lake

Magically
silent snow flakes
falling like ghosts
Silence
swings low
thru the gate

Mysteriously
silent stones
gather no thoughts,
Silence
gives my
heart away

And
when my heart
is with you
Lord
its shield breaks
oh how it breaks
in the most
tender way.

I looked to you for strength.
But all I did was make you weaker,
I Looked to you for guidance,
Looked to you for truth,
didn't know where else to seek it.

And so sorry, if I made you fall,
Twas not my intention,
Sometimes, when we seek to find,
We find there is no redemption.

And nobody has the reasons why,
Nobody has the answers.
The how comes or the why's,
The reason why we cry, why we scream,

Why God, did this happen, to him.
To me,and all we hear, is
What will be , will surely be,
And only God knows why.

And so we cry,
And so we scream,
Oh why Lord, it can't be,
Why would you take the only man, who ever mattered to me,
my love , my life.
My heart , my soul,
The only reason I go on living...

so sorry, if I made you fall,
Twas not my intention,
Sometimes, when we seek to find,
We find there is no redemption.

And all we're left with is
asking our Lord,
Oh God why?
Oh, Lord why,
It's too soon to say good-bye,
Don't want to say good-bye.
Much too soon, to say Good-bye.

In
December, Birthday
Wishes of Blessings and Peace
And many more with
Joy

Halloween
Frightful sights
Under moon’s light
Ghosts and goblins alight
Tonight

Liam's
Christmas prayer
is now being published!
Over the moon and blessed, he is
Thankful

Thanks
To all
The beautiful writers
You are all true
Poets

Flowers
In seasons
Unfolding unique beauty
In many colors, majestically
Grow