Thursday, February 25, 2016

Sandman Song

Bippidy boppidy bubbles of vocal climbs 
Popping in lisps and melodies
Sweet chords wrapping you 
In soft cloths of luxury and comfort
Smothering you in sweet moon beams and Soprano star kisses
The bass narration a swooning warm Summer breeze
Swaddling notes and sweet lollipop flowers
Beaconing you up to float on dandelion Breezes and clover smooches 
Resting on cotton candy clouds 
On a rose blush sunset
Sprinkling sweet dreams for you to breathe

What poetry is...

Hello fellow readers 
I don't want to be your preacher
But I'm here to speak of poetry 
And all that it can be 

You would think I would give you rules and regulations 
But with poetry there is no segregation 
The nouns dance with adjectives and completely engulf the verbs 
Because all in all they are all just words 

Like paint colors you mix and blend together 
To stay on the page like rhyming brethren 
Having each vowel and syllable play out a note 
Allowing your diction and rhythm  to emote 

Because you thought I would give you a list of don'ts 
A big deep encumbering moat
Of rules of sound, diction, style and punctuation 
But it's really up to your manipulation 

To dress the letters while addressing the sounds 
And soon enough your writing will bound
To leap from ear to ear of the person sitting across from you 
Or even just sticking on the page smiling up at you 

Because poetry is free form personality 
A visual and lyrical sense of reality 
To express to others how you see and interpret the world 
Or a self respecting dumping of all the absurd 

Because poetry had no rules no cuts and no standards 
Only written with questions never meant to be answers 
For poetry is a different representation of who you are and how you feel 
For sometimes only the words are meant for you to interpret as real 

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

You are...

You are a perfect little angel with the flaws of a human 
The gentleness of a giant 
But the sas of a sprite 
The good looks of an elven prince 
But with the knowledge of a human scribe 
With the delights of good morning dew 
And the shining greatness of a sunset 
The beauty of a woman
And the mental strength of a man 
The comfort of a silver lining cloud 
And the warmth of a softly dying ember 
The intrigue of an alien from another cosmos 
But the familiarity of my own human touch 
And I love the hand that melds with mine
And the heart which rings with same tone 
I love you