A Special World

A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.

The Paradoxical Commandments

People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.

If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.

If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.

The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.

Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.

The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds.
Think big anyway.

People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs.
Fight for a few underdogs anyway.

What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.

People really need help but may attack you if you do help them.
Help people anyway.

Give the world the best you have and you'll get kicked in the teeth.
Give the world the best you have anyway.

A Changing Emotion

Infatuation is ever changing
as a cloud in passing.
Trees developing leaves
turning from green, gold and
brown.

Strong trade winds whip them
to the ground
lying there returning
to mother earth and vanish

A lady changing her attire.
Putting on and taking off her
make-up, so is infatuation.

Ever changing like the seasons
from warm to hot, then cool
finally cold.

Cool in the Spring warming
for Summer hot and passionate.
Autumn winds tend to cool off
preparing for the icy gusts
of winter.

Images of what was, but is no
more. Infatuation a changing
emotion.

THE JOURNEY

Underneath the infinite sky,
above the ovoid earth,
anxiously,
he began his journey,
the journey to find answers
to questions brimmed,
perpetually in his head.

With each mile he crossed,
the more he explored,
answers started to pour,
but with each answer
a new set of questions
knocked at the door,
the door of his insatiable mind.
then he realised,
neither the flow of questions stop
nor stops the JOURNEY.

A Bed Of Clouds

I sleep in the clouds, dream in the sky,
I'll keep dreaming as life passes me by,
I think my dreams keep me sane,
I dream of happiness, a life without pain,
some people say I'm stuck in this place,
and I'll never go anywhere,
but in my dreams I've already been there,
I know some day I'll have to wake up,
but I feel the real world is more like a nightmare,
I'm safe in my closed eye wonderland,
this poem goes to all the dreamers that understand,
no matter what they say...
keep your dreams but don't dream your life away,

Real Happiness

 Happiness lies in good health
Not in accumulation of wealth
Happiness lies in caring for others
Like dear friends and brothers
Happiness lies in sharing
Not is amassing
Happiness is the state of mind
Nowhere else you can find
Enjoy the moment, live the life
Settle score and end the strife
Happiness is the journey not destination
Happiness Is doing what is your fascination
Happiness is doing what you like
Sleeping, walking, running and riding a bike
Happiness will come near
When you will venture without fear
Render service that you can
Live a life that adorn a man

The Whispering Winds

Like the wind whispering through the trees
Your spirit lifts me
Teaching me valuable lessons.
I wait patiently to grow in the light of your eyes
Seeking approval, knowing
There's comfort in your silent embrace,
And I listen carefully to what it offers.
I feel the joy in your laughter and trusting eyes
And learn to give of myself, for no judgment is passed.
When sadness fills my heart with disappointment
And I need protection from the storm,
It is only then I realize the depth of friendship
Sewn together with unbreakable thread.
I understand that the fabric only gets better with age,
That it should be handled with care
And sometimes it has to rain.
I have discovered my own beauty
By lessons learned while discovering yours.
Like a beautiful sky after the storm
Your courage to break free of the clouds
Still amazes me.
I close my eyes to feel the warmth of the sun
Such a precious gift you've given
Appreciating the gentleness and I sigh with thankfulness
Recognizing my fortune.
A sisterly bond that knows only
Love that is unconditional.
Nurturing with grace and acceptance
How lucky
To share a piece of my life with a soul that so perfectly fits mine.
A puzzle with missing pieces
Now complete
How sad for those who are still searching.
My blessings are abundant
And I thank God for the whispering winds,
For they remind me everyday
To celebrate the gift of our friendship and to hold it close,
To never let it go.

For Ruth Stone

Sometimes you say bad things about people
claiming it can't be helped

you crawl farther into the darkness
just to see what it feels like

but today you count the late frozen stars
and Jupiter drifting into the dawn

because Ruth the poet has passed away
who listened to the muse alone:

the mailman and the trash truck driver,
the women who work in Lost and Found,

their faded hair wispy as cotton gauze
in the discount store downtown.

They are folding a dark wool sweater
that smells of camphor and lighter fluid,

in one pocket a train ticket
from Roanoke to Syracuse.

The creaky hinge on the Ladies Room door
is silent now in the vacant station,

only a traveling woman asleep,
her suitcase tied with ribbons and twine

and snowflakes dusting the platform,
their stellar dendrites and crystal rosettes

flickering like signals from outer space
planetary and blind.

Bird-Understander

Of many reasons I love you here is one

the way you write me from the gate at the airport

so I can tell you everything will be alright

so you can tell me there is a bird

trapped in the terminal      all the people

ignoring it       because they do not know

what to do with it       except to leave it alone

until it scares itself to death

it makes you terribly terribly sad

You wish you could take the bird outside

and set it free or       (failing that)

call a bird-understander

to come help the bird

All you can do is notice the bird

and feel for the bird       and write

to tell me how language feels

impossibly useless

but you are wrong

You are a bird-understander

better than I could ever be

who make so many noises

and call them song

These are your own words

your way of noticing

and saying plainly

of not turning away

from hurt

you have offered them

to me       I am only

giving them back

if only I could show you

how very useless

they are not