New Perceptions

New Perceptions

 

My life today is from decisions once made

Resentment and Rejection has been long over-played

The secret to life, I've yet to find

Learned to speak the truth,

What's on my mind.

It is what it is; I've made an effort to be found,

Keep my head outa my ass, and my feet on the ground

To have many friends as never before

In some ways we all can relate

No one to judge, or even keep score

One of my newest friends is full of joy

She makes my heart flutter, better play it coy

Having her in my life today is ultimately cool

Don't do, what I used to do

Treat her with respect, don't act a fool

I'm not so accustomed to being so shy

I guess I’m intimidated to death, because she’s so fly ;)

I don't know if my heart is playing tricks

Does she feel the same way?

Or am I just bad with my picks

Either way don't lose her as a friend

My heart can be fixed, but not as easy to mend.

So many common interests, that we share

Many of the same likes

Lots more conversations to soon be paired

This girl is so special, sparkling eyes of brown

her smile itself, lifts me off the ground!

My mind twists things, could it be what it is

Can't trust my feelings they've been wrong before

Do I have a shot, or is it none of my biz

Take it slow; build a relationship that will last

Something usually skipped, don't relive the past

Arggg... why can't i get her outa my mind

Writing this corny poetry

Prettiest of smiles no need for refine.

One day at a time, let God run the show,

Things will work out, this I know!

by:  Gregory Smitheman

The Cracked Window

The Cracked Window

He peered through the grimy,cracked window.
The cracks--an intricate spiderweb pattern,
let him view the world through many eyes,
each view distorted and no two views the same.
The same scene-- different perspective.

His view dulled by the grime on the window,
colored his world a washed-out array of
water colors. Once vivid and new--now a
hazy, smudge in his eyes.
The same scene -- different perspectives.

By: Mary Jo Holder

Babies

Babies

I fathered babies
and gave them my love,
believing them to be
gifts from above,
 

receiving in return
wonder and awe,
and glimpsing a heaven
without a flaw
 

where purity and innocence
blends to mesmerize
with stunning clarity
through big brown eyes
 

and luminous black pupils,
like mirrors they shine,
capturing without effort
every curious mind,
 

answering without words
every question we find,
flashing ancient secrets
like a neon sign.

by: Dave Holloway　




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