LynnFromCT Poetry (6)

It's March
stalks push through dirt
winter is over- snow gone
tendrils grow tall- first spring flower
tulips

April
college kids home
lots of people- loud noise
hanging out late, just having fun
spring break

May makes
the flowers bloom
daisies, violets, blue-bells
flowering dogwoods in full bloom
pretty

June brings
kids home from school
pool-parties, barbecue's
long days spent tanning at the beach
relax

Not letting race come between
accepting other peoples views
Befriending someone sight unseen
exercising your right to choose

Listening to the other side
forgiving others when its due
Letting go of stubborn pride
in hopes of starting things anew

Protesting for peoples rights
when they are different from you
Standing in the line all night
just hoping to pass through

Opening up your eyes to see
that our differences are far too few
We all bleed red both you and me
regardless of skin color or tattoo

Crystal raindrops form dew on the grassy area nearby
Dancing above the ground the lightning bugs fly
Everything is peaceful with stars filling the night sky
Feel the breeze blowing softly from the angels as they sigh
Granting us a lovely night that no one can deny
He is watching over us, his beauty is in good supply

Can’t you feel the power, as you gaze upon His face
Destiny is calling back the things that have been misplaced
Even reaching out to the lost who have wandered way off base
Fixing what was broken, gently giving back His grace
Guiding home the chosen, letting his steps be retraced
He is watching over us, gathering together the human race

Can you help him; help yourself, by trying just a bit more
Developing good habits, picking yourself up from the floor
Embrace his guidance, stop being a prisoner of this war
Fly lower under the radar, quit trying to slip out the back door
Gather your strength all around you, so you may be restored
He is watching over us, how often though do we choose to ignore

Cocaine and meth, marijuana, LSD and heroin make you fly
Death on a drug, or in a daze, matters not to those who die
Evidence shows, those left behind often don't want to say goodbye
Fighting our feelings, we don't know whether to laugh or to cry
Grieving we do, but how do we stop the problem that underlies
He is watching over us, maybe this time.. in HIM I shall rely

The armor I have been wearing has been pierced
a tidal wave of joy rode in an settled near my heart
I am torn by the feelings of compassion and empathy
and wish I could go back to having a cold blackheart

A window was opened, all these new feelings rushed in
Instead of pushing them out, I swiftly shut the door
I am still scared to death of how they make me feel
Afraid I'll find my heart in pieces naked on the floor

But I felt that sunshine as it poured into my soul
I giggled and cried, then sat in stunned disbelief
I felt a kind of happiness, joy I hadn't felt in years
Finally breaking through the darkness, I felt such relief

The light turned on, the void holding me had gone
Now everything I see holds a new kind of spark
the colors seem brighter, more vibrant, more alive
I guess my heart had been hibernating in the dark

Now the real work for my life and sobriety begins
I see now all the problems and what was truly wrong
It's time to fix all the things that had been broken
So when I am done.. I will be that much more strong

Love is a word to describe how I feel
Love is like nectar to nourish and heal
A heart once cold, now shines like the sun
Love is a word one will never outrun

When you look at someone with love in your heart
Your eyes are opened and you see the art
Art of a master, creator, and friend
You know that true love is never pretend

Love look past wrongs done each day
Love keeps you alert with little delay
When you are in love, you forgive and forget
You listen to their side, even when you are upset

Love is the greatest gift God gave
Love doesn't mean you never have to slave
Love doesn't hold anger, deceit or rage
Love finds the truth on every page

Love is never alone even when you get old
Love is a memory, keeps from the cold
Love is a poem, where every line rhymes
Love is an era, that never runs out of time

Love is a penny, shiny and new
Love is a color, in any bright hue
Love is a staple, that keeps us alive
Love is the reason so many survive

Love a flavor you can't live without
Love is a noise, you sometimes must shout
Love is a flower, fragrant and wild
Love is a precious beautiful child

Love is the answer to many a prayer
Love is the hope that you'll always be there
Love is a feeling, a kiss and touch
Love is an emotion, I crave very much

I tilled the soil in ground so bare
Then planted seeds in a garden square
A place of wonder, a mountain to hold
Both pansies and posies in colors so bold

With rake in hand I spread with care
With roses galore, with beauty to share
A life so wonderful, these friends I behold
Then I give them love, cause friendship is gold

Deep here in thought, songs play in the air
then the butterflies linger alone or in pairs
Sometimes it grows way out of control
But as each year passes more beauty unfolds

I watch them wake up and take time to prepare
I watch them grow tall with Spring in the air
A garden forgotten as weeds take hold
It unleashes it’s fury, and tales are told


Knee deep in soil, I planted these seeds
I watered my garden and pulled out it’s weeds
With fragrance aplenty and flowers to view
I planted this garden, just for you.