Tag: Poetry

Welcoming Christmas

After all of the presents have been wrapped
And placed underneath the glittering tree;
After the snows have come and kept us trapped
In the one place where are meant to be;
After the chimney flu has been opened
For the crackling fire to keep us warm;
After the wine is no longer rationed
And swirls in the glasses we hold firm;
After we snuggle down on the love seat
With soft carols playing in the background;
After we’ve prepared for the night to greet
With all the family we want around;
Then I can tell all my worries to pass
As I welcome on the the day of Christmas.

A Cafe on a Wednesday Afternoon

I lean back in my chair in the cafe
As I take another pull off my beer.
The sun is departing us for the day,
But I am glad that its warmth is still near.
People come and go on the cobblestones,
Checking off errands and meeting their friends.
I try to distinguish their foreign drones
To see their desires meet the same ends.
I will find the time to order again
Because there is no place I need to be,
For it would surely be a mortal sin
Without another drink in front of me.
It may be Wednesday in the business land,
But I got more important things on hand.

The Winter of Our Autumn

The sun will eventually come today
Though it’s hidden behind the morning fog.
Somehow those rays of light will find a way
To tear it to tiny bits like a dog.
It will take away the cold autumn chill
To give us remembrance of summer.
When the daytime breeze gives us a small thrill,
It is now nothing more than a bummer
Portending for us the call of winter.
We can just pretend that it is the spring
Where we’re to the sun, only a renter
Of the fall’s warmth it is willing to bring.
We will soon have to batten down our doors,
So we should take what the autumn implores.

Getting There

Sometimes, it’s about the destination
Because the journey is such a headache;
You just want an end to the frustration,
For, in life, you are in need of a break.
You can’t enjoy leaving at witching hour
On a plane limited with open space.
They will take away all of your power,
So your wallet can save a little face.
Even when your plane eventually lands,
It does not mean you’ve finally arrived.
It just checks off one of many errands,
And you still wonder if you will survive.
It is not until the following day
Where we can go out and enjoy the play.

Beyond the Mountain Road

No one will visit us in the country
As they have to drive up a windy road
Made of dirt, guarded by a horde of trees,
Not offering much room for a wide load.
We can nestle in our tiny chateau,
Listening to the low of the neighbor’s cows.
The wild grasses are allowed to grow;
As wind blows, they join in uniform bows.
The winter snows will eventually come,
Locking us in the valley until Spring.
The weather will continually drum
As we enjoy the freedom that it brings.
I’ll revel in the mountain solitude,
Not believing my escape to be rude.

The Castle Walls

On the hill, we built the fortification
To discourage the invading forces
From thinking they can take this great nation.
They may bring their catapults and horses
To show off their might at our castle walls,
But we are ready for their advances.
They expect our sovereignty to fall
Because of their military dance,
But we will not be intimidated
By their shiny medals and puffy hats.
We will not be so easily bated
For they are nothing more than spoiled brats.
There is a reason we built it so high,
Just so out heritage will never die.

An Autumn Stroll

Uneven cobblestones make up the lane
As I try to find some better footing,
But the were leaves won’t allow any gain.
The path is gathering them by looting
The fall tress of their greatest finery.
They can no longer offer protection
Against the strong wind that blows so chilly
From its mountainous fortification.
I dig my hands deeper in my pockets
As I peek out from underneath my hood.
I start to remember things life forgets
Like how moments like this used to be good.
Nostalgia returns in the autumn
As each step sings with the crunches that come.

Autumn Days

The fog puts its dirty paws on the hills,
So it can creep to the valley below.
The vibe of summertime is what it kills
As it weaves through the forest really slow.
It brings with it, its chilly friend, the mist,
To cover the ground with a film of dew,
Taking the season in its mighty fist
To a routine that we forgot we knew.
It just means an extra layer today
Before I venture outside of my door.
I know that this monster is here to stay
Until it returns to the land of yore.
I guess I should enjoy these autumn days
When the clouds descend upon us to graze.

Flock Mentality

It takes the coaxing of one bird in flight
To convince all the others to follow.
They could turn left, but they will all go right
Because their conviction is so hollow
That they can only do what they are told.
So they will swoop around an empty field,
A congregation worthy to behold,
And never allowing themselves to yield.
They will circle around the dying crops,
Thinking that what they see is still alive.
Life’s been taken away to distant shops
Which does not help to explain the flock’s drive.
Around and around they will always go,
No substance to their revolving air show.

Something New

Sometimes we do what we do not want to,
Thinking we just have to endure the day,
Hopefully knowing we can make it through,
And return back to our regular play.
But something strange happens along the way
That the moment we thought would be painful
Did not turn the day overcast and gray,
And it became an event kind of cool.
I should abandon preconceived notions
Because it’s more than often they are wrong;
Instead, I should enjoy the emotions
That come when I decide to go along.
I should stop looking for the worst in life,
And I will leave behind all of the strife.