How Many Flowers Have To Die (Tears For Parkland, Florida)

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How Many Flowers Have To Die

 

Beautiful gardens full of life

warming us with their hope.

Gardens so full of innocence,

the innocence we lose every

time a storm of hate invades.

When will we cultivate love,

or are we waiting to discover

how many flowers have to die.

 

Photo from Google Images.

My deepest condolences to the the victims, families, and community of Parkland, Florida.  Florida.

 

 

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My Words Of Love On You

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My Words Of Love On You

 

How I yearn to create a verse

as inspiring as my loving muse.

Yet no recital, no symphony

nor poem will be as beautiful

as having my lips engrave 

my words of love on you.

 

 

Photo taken from Google Images.

DISCLAIMER:  FACT.

The Way Things Used To Be

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The Way Things Used To Be

 

Our home has become as lonely

as the last leaf on a dying tree

laughter no longer reverberate against walls

we consummated with our love

old arguments replay themselves endlessly

like a scratched record avoiding the next beat

the eerie shadows of who we once were

turn us into restless spirits of the night 

as we haunt ourselves with stained memories of

the way things used to be

 

Photo from Google Images

DISCLAIMER: This is fiction.

Beyond Repair

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Beyond Repair

Unloved.

Neglected.

Mistreated.

With love I recovered

all of her broken pieces.

With kisses I attempted

to heal her wounds.

But

trust never appeared,

her tears never ended.

How could I have known

she was broken

beyond repair.

 

Image borrowed from Google Images

The Old Man

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The Old Man

The old man journeyed to the park

Where all of his friends convened

He conversed with every pigeon

Because no one else would listen.

 

The old man always traveled light

Nothing more than lint in his pockets

and a mind no longer carrying the burden

of melancholy memories long forgotten.

 

 

Photo found in Google by my wife Allie. She challenged me to write about the old man.

Back To You

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My shoes are worn
cause I have walked
through every maze
in search of love.
I am a proud knight
riding lonely carousels
searching for a lady
while fighting windmills.
Dead ends always greet me
as I move in no direction.
I missed you here
nostalgic over there,
a journey never ends
when shortcuts don’t exist,
I strolled down winding roads
traveled both sides of the fork
without the use of a compass
I found out I was never lost.
Cause it doesn’t matter what road I take
when every path leads me back to you

Photo from Google Images.

A throwback for my newer Followers. Have a wonderful day full of sunshine and smiles.