So when someone tells you they have always been honest with you,
how are you supposed to know if it is really true?

But what is honesty for one is not always honesty for the other.
Some people will draw a line for themselves
then draw a different one for another.

If you think your being honest with your mate
Think again as they may perceive things differently.

Giving from the heart is one of the most joyful things we can do
and in return the giving and happiness comes right back at you.

In sacrificing yourself, you are actually saying, “I will do without”
But when you give of yourself you are sharing without a doubt.

And when your feeling a joy from within, you don’t even have to think,
It feels like a natural overflow, and the world is in sync.

Thank you so much for the happiness you share with me,
because I have so much more to give, and that is the key!

People can think what they wish.
Only don’t call ME a poet.
Every time I give it a try,
The wife sits down and cries.

&

Loved that her Non Poet tried,
And wrote her, his first sweet poem.
Doing the best he could, knowing that
Yard work would be much more fun.
Keeping true to his thought,
And taking all that he had.
The poem for her was priceless.

(painting interpretation)
 

Tell me Angel why am I here,
Tell me now, does my time draw so near?
Speak to me Angel there is nothing I fear.

As I sit here next you I ponder my fate,
I muse at your silence before it’s to late.

Tell me Angel why am I here,
Tell me now, does my time draw so near?
Speak to me Angel there is nothing I fear.

You stand there so silent it hard to relate,
So I sit here and talk while I ponder my fate.

Tell me Angel why am I here,
Tell me now, does my time draw so near?
Speak to me Angel there is nothing I fear.

Lightening

spring lights
flash from heaven
grounded
 
Spring Dawn
 
buds emerge–
in ribbon shaded sky
sunshine peeks
 
 

It is up to each of us to decide
If knowing answers now is what we need
Or if we can live life and set aside
The questions here and live and not concede

Once we are dead and our sweet soul is freed
We all have something we believe will be
But it is not worth dying in great speed  
To answer questions, do you not agree?

I think to be content to know this fact
You will not know for sure with life intact.

You left in the night, abandoning me without saying a word. And at first I was hurt and so very sad. But now all I can say is Thank You.

Of course that never works but I can dream
This dream and wish this wish and plan this scheme
So I can have more time before things change
Because given time it will turn out strange,
Then all the sweetness goes right up in smoke
And I will think this was one big sad joke.

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Version 2

A day has past with time that passed so sweet,
That I darn not consider stopping here
To take the time to think. I persevere.
I want the sweetness to remain complete,
Without a hint of anyone”’’s deceit.
If maybe I can built a large round sphere
Around my world I can then disappear,
And sweetness will stay mine and more concrete.

Of course that never works but I can dream,
And if I dream long enough it will appear
To never leave my world of make believe.
Though this small world of mine might seem supreme
For moments of short time, it is too clear
To me, that it is me that I deceive.

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Version 3

A day has past with time that passed so sweet,
That I darn not consider stopping here
To take the time to think. I persevere.
I want the sweetness to remain complete,
Without a hint of anyone”’’s deceit.
If maybe I can built a large round sphere
Around my world I can then disappear,
And sweetness will stay mine and more concrete.

Of course that never works but I can dream,
And if I dream long enough it will appear
Too never leave and I will be supreme,
But facts tell me it will all disappear.
So I will keep what I can keep as long
As I can now, and try to keep it strong.

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3 versions of Petrachan Sonnet for the same poem

Yes my dear child, I believe in all that you say,
I am here to protect you from the “come what may”.