..........YOU ARE MY SMILE........
I don't know what you've done to me,
And I don't understand,
How you make me feel as if
My life is in your hands.
Every time I hear your voice
A flutter in my chest
Lets me know you're dear to me
My love, I must confess
My darker times have made me feel
A fear I can not show
With words nor with emotion
I can never let you know
Though I may have cloudy days
Where lips will see no smile
With you right here for good and bad
My tears no longer pile
You've made me see a greater world
You've opened up my eyes
Love's miraculous wonder
Has made my heart soar through the skies
I want to send a thank you note
To show you that I care
And to tell you that I love you
With devotion, strong and rare.
Because of you my heart is whole
Its tears have all be sewn
The tenderness you've touched me with
Has made emotions glow
Never will I find a boy
To take away your place
In my heart, you shall remain
My only love, my ace.
.......YOU ARE MY SMILE.....
I don't know what you've done to me,
And I don't understand,
How you make me feel as if
My life is in your hands.
Every time I hear your voice
A flutter in my chest
Lets me know you're dear to me
My love, I must confess
My darker times have made me feel
A fear I can not show
With words nor with emotion
I can never let you know
Though I may have cloudy days
Where lips will see no smile
With you right here for good and bad
My tears no longer pile
You've made me see a greater world
You've opened up my eyes
Love's miraculous wonder
Has made my heart soar through the skies
I want to send a thank you note
To show you that I care
And to tell you that I love you
With devotion, strong and rare.
Because of you my heart is whole
Its tears have all be sewn
The tenderness you've touched me with
Has made emotions glow
Never will I find a boy
To take away your place
In my heart, you shall remain
My only love, my ace.
.........DONT BE IMPATIENT..........
In times of great transition,
Don't get stuck in one position.
Be supple, be bold,
Be strong, don't fold.
Hold your nerve
Through the swerve,
Retain your verve,
And all will be well,
As far as I can tell.
If in doubt,
Or afraid you'll go without,
Say, 'all change is good', over and over
And before you know it, you'll recover
Your composure
And will stop fearing exposure
To the new, so much.
Use a light touch
In your push-and-pull,
And always remember empty and full
Alternate in a cycle like day and night,
Then everything will be alright.
That's my wish for you,
As you do what you do,
Today and tonight.
.........TREES.........
I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
..............."I loved you..."
I loved you, and I probably still do,
And for a while the feeling may remain...
But let my love no longer trouble you,
I do not wish to cause you any pain.
I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,
The jealousy, the shyness - though in vain -
Made up a love so tender and so true
As may God grant you to be loved again.
...............I Cry...................
Sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confide in,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why.
.........."Hope" is the thing with feathers..........
.
"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
..............Every Second Beat..........
If I had a thousand pages,
I could never name them all,
The reasons that I love you,
For the list would be too tall.
I love you for the melody,
I hear within your voice.
The way your blue eyes hold me,
A captive, but by choice.
I love you for your gentle hands,
That melt away my pain.
I love you for your loving heart,
That made mine beat again.
I love you for your loving smile,
With which my old heart soars.
These are some of the reasons,
Every second beat is yours.
........I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You..............
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
..........Still I Rise .............
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
......Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night .......
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
...............ALONE..........
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
...THE ROAD NOT TAKEN...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
............A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM .........
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
.................. A SMALL WATER DROP......................
"The leaky tap drips day and night
Just fix it right or shut it tight,
It seems the earth with water abounds
But thinks its every drop that really counts.
The tap is on you brush your teeth
The water flows, you soap your feet
Just think of all the water lost
To close the tap, what does it cost?
The water bottle you take to school
The water in it is nice and cool
You drink a bit, the rest you throw,
The water could help a plant grow."
