You tease me with your eyes
As I walk down the hall.
What are your intentions I cannot tell?
Should I make my move to talk to you?
Or maybe I shouldn’t try at all.
You seem the type that would be hard to get
I will not make my move to talk you just yet.
I come over to grab your attention
You are behind an object on your leg that I don’t understand;
Sitting in chair staring, ignoring me.
Your one hand drape over the armrest;
I nudge your hand, hoping you will notice.
Without thinking you pat my head no word spoken.
I move away;
I don’t need pat on the head.
I want to play with you.
You are too busy to play.
I want your companionship, which I need right now.
I try again to get your attention
But you are focus on the object.
I go grab a toy;
Out of frustration I shake it in my mouth.
I continue to shake it;
Venting my anger as the toy squeaks out loud.
You look up now;
Saying it is playtime, finally done with what you were doing.
I look at you very upset;
I turn to ignore you because you ignore me.
You try to play with me;
I turn my snout to the air;
I walk off to another room to be alone.
Stands alone in the high grass;
Left on the track of time.
Rusted wheels frozen forever.
Red painted layers peeled back like an apple
Showing the dry wood of a box
Over the old rusted wheels
That perched upon through its younger days.
Rusted wheels have traveled
Over and over many destinations unknown;
Now sit idle, not moving forever more.
Moms are the smiles of sunshine
On every day of the year.
They are one of a kind
Helping when anyone needs care.
Example they teach us from the start
Right from wrong we learn with care
So we can keep her lessons well through our years.
Day is here for us to celebrate
A day for mom that is special for her
Yet she is special every day of the year!
Lift up a song to God
Let your voice carry strong
God is listening in his armchair
As he hears you through the clouds above.
He won’t say a word while you sing
God is glad to just hear your voice
As you lift up your song to him.
From below the ground
Green stem punches through soft dirt
To see warm sunlight.
Bare empty branches
Waiting for the coming Spring
To open their buds.
Blooming flowers come
Rolling in stunning color
For everyone to see.
The fresh breezes blow
Gently across the surface
Of the open sea.
Fresh dew drops fall down
The silken red rose’s petals
To awaken it.
You stand before me your sweetness in your face.
I cannot stand the wait as I seemly drool;
Waiting to buy just an ounce of what awaits in your wrapper.
Your dark layers hide what I know is inside
Hoping this time we can savor the moment
Before you disappear again in my mouthwatering mouth.
Makes my love for you ever stronger than ever.
I grab you now,
Slowly peeling away your wrapper
To look what tender sweetness awaits my mouth.
Your milky taste you leave upon my lips
Taste bitter and sweet to my mouth
As I continue my love to your ever disappearing being.
You are gone now;
But your lingering taste upon my mouth
Leaves me with trying to find another one just like you again.