EyeLook4U Poetry (435)

A prisoner in my home but out my window I have a view
And the boundaries of the mountains surround me
I'm ok for awhile and then I am blue

I try to express the way I feel and yet the poetry of this time
I conceal for I can't break the boundaries
Not with rhythm or rhyme

I see the birds as they fly and the freedom
Of the power lines going on and on
The poetry of this time says bye as the last word is gone

I'm pretty sure I'm not faking
I'm pretty sure these words are true
I'm pretty sure my heart is aching
I'm pretty sure I still love you

You have wandered far away
And the years have quickly passed by
Maybe you never think of me but if you do
You know I would never lie

I'm pretty sure you're still pretty
I'm pretty sure your eyes are still blue
And if we ever meet again dear
I'm pretty sure always sure for sure I love you

Old fashioned no tattoo's
No smoke to roll just ocean waves
Crashing away my blues

Some forgotten lifestyle from the past
Still hanging on a little longer than some would like to see
But that's me

Sometimes there's eye contact with certain women
But only a glance
Some ladies don't need flirting they just need a little romance

Hello can be said tenderly
I nod my head as if to say is that ok
But that's me

Memories of an old farmhouse the smell of baled hay
Early morning sunshine appears on the wooden front porch
As if to say let's go to work I nod my head that's a ok
But that's me

The little country store
The little restaurant
They're gone now gone forevermore

The little country store
You knew the names of the milkman and the bread man
You knew who your neighbor was for sure

The store was never crowded
With three people shopping at a time maybe four
But that's all gone now gone forevermore

The little restaurant had a pinball machine in the corner
A jukebox standing nearby a favorite song was always playing
And a teenager would be standing at an open door

How much of this are you missing
You knew who your neighbor was for sure
But that's all gone now gone forevermore

When the breeze gently touches the leaves on a tree
How does that gentle breeze
Seem to have the strength of Hercules

When a humid gray cloud slowly glides overhead
And brings your mind at ease
As you are covered with the shield of Hercules

And then the birds hush their singing the wind is still as can be
All your thoughts leave your mind and that's when you find
You have been restored with the strength of Hercules

The sky is so very blue
Leaves on the trees are so very green
Then the sun comes shinning through
And a day in May unfolds this scene

I like to watch the movie of May
It wasn't made in Hollywood
But still amazes me
For it's so good so very good

The birds fly as though it's the first time they have ever flown
There's a peaceful feeling as you walk along
On the porch I enjoy the mild mannered breeze
Month of may stay forever if you please

There's a stream that sparkles like gold in the sun
And now is the time to have some fun
And there's so much more I could say
About the movie of May

Flat tired flat broke
A cowboy without a saddle
And I'm out of rope

No matter where I travel
Land or sea her memory
Always stays afloat

Every night I sleep beneath a thousand mile sky
With all those stars shinning down
But sleep don't come till early dawn I yawn
Drinking flat coffee as I drive to town

Flat tire no spare
I think I've been there before
Flat tired flat broke I can't take anymore

She might find a letter today
She's expecting a letter today
Standing at the mailbox
She fumbles through the mail looking for a special letter

She opens up the envelope
Unfolds the paper puts on her glasses
And begins to read
Hope she finds everything she needs

She might find a letter today
Maybe I have spoiled her that way
If she didn't think it was love
By now she must surely believe

She might find a letter today
And if she connects the letters between the lines
She might find
A letter today

No man is an island
That's what they say
Seems I've been stranded here forever and a day

A place where friday never came
And no story can be written
About a man with no name

The sunset looks like an echo upon the waves
No one can hear me all my dreams are adrift forever gone
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I'm too sad to sing but not too sad to write
I'm too tired to dream
But I'll dream tonight

I'm too blue to cry
But not too blue to say what makes me blue
I guess I'm just missing you

Winter lingers on the sky is gray again
There's a red bird resting on a limb
Wish that little red bird would sing a hymn

Cause I'm too blue to cry
But not too blue to say what makes me blue
I guess I'm just missing you

Lord I don't have talent and I don't have money
I don't have connections to get me somewhere
I don't have a girl to call me honey

I don't have a wife to come home to
The songs I write are all just lonely
And lonely always gets left there

I look tall in the moon light but some things are hard to bear
When there's a silent shadow on the wall
Lonely always gets left there

And what's in the morning but another day
I'll be thankful if there's sun light to be my company
The only one who cares

And come the evening I'll start believing
Cause it's happened before never a knock on the door
And lonely always gets left there

Saw a trumpet in the sky this morning
Some would say it was only a cloud
But I saw a trumpet in the sky this morning
Someday it will be sounding loud

How are you this morning this morning
I hope you're feeling fine
Saw a trumpet in the sky this morning
Shortly after Sunday church time

The signs of spring are gathering around
I'm glad to see winter is fading away
Saw a trumpet in the sky this morning
Oh trumpet you have made my day