Tulips

Tulips


Tulips are a special flower,
they bloom but once a year.
The bulb is planted in the fall,
but grows when spring is near.

A herald from the joys of sun,
It's message is that winters done.
The bulb springs up so tender and raw,
a gentle sprout to beat the thaw.

The flower grows but doesn't show
the color thats inside.
Until it blooms no one will know
the secret it that it hides.

I am the Gardener, the one who cares,
I am the Nurturer, the one who dares
to coax these flowers into bloom,
and bring them past their winters doom.

I pulled the weeds, to give you room.
I beat the sun, to melt the frost.
I worked to see you shine, no matter the cost.
For you are my tulip, and I shall see you bloom.

Stop! thou rhymeth too much!!!

How many times has the word "Night"
been combined with a sublime light
to create an eternal fight
of what is right
with darkest blight?

How many times has the word "Knee"
been combined with a huge fee
that makes you want to pee
on all the things that you see
just to put them out of their misery?

How many times has the word "love"
been pair with the white dove
to give love a shove
for goodness sake girl!!! just hand him your glove!!!
or I shall kindle a fire for you to think of!!!

How many times must someone shout "Poet!!!"
"Poet!!!" "Poet!!!" your a "Poet" and you didn't even know it!!!
Yes, I am a poet, but know, I actually know it,
and although I'm trying not to show it,
I protest, please Stop! thou rhymeth to much!!!

In the Moment of Goodbye

In the Moment of Goodbye

a light might twinkle in her eye.

This light gives you a view,

of what she sees in you.

So as you depart, for the night,

remember to look, for that light.

A window, with words on a page.

A lock, with doves in its cage.

Read those words, and understand:

the poem writ', by loves trembling hand.

open that lock, and set the birds free!

let love shine forth, for the world to see!

Remember, what you hold is a treasure,

a gift, with price beyond measure

contained in this, the Moment of Goodbye,

when you caught that, a twinkling in her eye.

By Steven Dawson.

and the graceful butterfly lands on his face...

what can i say? 2 tests due this week, piano performances both, and essay due next monday, 5 pages for what its worth, practice every day, my talented skill to bring forth....

nothing comes to mind so easily, as a break in the middle of a fall, where one might get the chance to roll a three holed ball...

family games are no trivial matter, when feasting on the words served on the general conference platter.

my brother doth with his slight fingers take, what the lock on my door it's steely teeth do break.

compose, compose, compose away, the sound does sow saintly songs away.....

cha cha, cha cha, cha cha cha cha, cha, waltz is coming, cha cha is ending, my teacher is streping, I am stepping, but not on girls toes

and BANG goes the dynamite, the kick off is done, my glorified foot ball team gone done won!

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......

enchanted this morning has been though I really must end, I hope to see you again soon alive, and well my friend!