Morning rituals
Some mornings as my mind awakes
and I shake off the nightly aches,
I crawl out of bed,
try to clear my head,
and stumble off to make pancakes.
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On the wings of faith
I bite back the urge to cry
and decide to give it one last try.
My eyes I close,
my fate – who knows
as I tip backwards into the sky.
Profess
I am completely in your power;
you could crush me like a flower.
This love takes quite the toll
since I have little control
even when I pay you for the hour.
Lullaby
Listening to the sound of rain
battering on the windowpane
as I drift off to sleep
in the dark, oh so deep,
that washes away my day’s pain.
Friday night in a bar
With the smooth music of the band,
it’s a wonder the crowd can even stand
‘cause they love drinking beer
and raising a hearty cheer
in honor of their homeland.
Lovestruck
I feel the touch of grace
as I look into your face.
I’m yours to command
when you take me by the hand –
to say nothing of your embrace.
Tempest
There’s a restlessness inside of me,
a swirling, passionate symphony,
demanding an expression
bordering on obsession,
a storm hurling me out to sea.
Wonderful happenings
Under the blinding summer sun
I watch the children having fun
playing in the rain
of a water vein
from a hydrant hit-and-run.
I never liked the rain until…
I hear the wind singing
and the raindrops ringing
and I feel renewed
as I look forward to
all the day is bringing.
5 more minutes
Hiding under my sheet;
unwilling to admit defeat.
Being woken by the stream
of a morning sunbeam
is hardly a pleasant treat.
A (wise) man of two faces 