What Shall I Do?

How shall I finish, how shall I start,

Is it always fair to follow matters of the heart?

In the clutches of passion,

to stay buried while the whole world collapses,

would be foolish in a fleeting moment passing.

I’m counting on people now,

I couldn’t count on then,

When will I learn?

I could do it all, but I’m not the only soul with a pen.

Let it go, that’s what I tell myself,

get to work,

and put those other books on the shelf.

The road less traveled seems like a waste of time,

because there is none for all these rights and lefts,

where are you to follow through on what I suggest?

Forget it man, I’m not going back to bed,

I’m awake now and blazing the trail ahead.

And what about love?

And,

what would I do if push came to shove?

She’ll be waiting there when I get home,

If it’s real, but if not,

I shall finish alone.

Inspiration; a poetic collaboration

I know we only advertised this collaboration one day in advance, but here it is:

Inspiration

By: Grace Y. Estevez & Francis Joseph LaManna

Francis

Awakened by the thunder,

And the rain,

So real-a-dream in my slumber,

Only memories remain.

Grace

Felt shaken, drenched in sweat,

Still sleeping yet awake

Try to steady my breadth

feel real, no longer fake.

Francis

Conscious reality now that I’m awake,

Brought forth from a world of dreams

Make no mistake

A spark of passion with golden beams.

Grace

Lights up my unsure mind

Then sparks within my heart

Stirred up and well defined

This moment marks the start.

Francis

An old-fashioned loose leaf canvas,

Sensational revelations in ink

Only wisdom and spark can grant this

Through artistical blends-woven in sync.

Grace

Fears cease and surrender,

Both tears and canvas dry

Inspired by splendor

To relentlessly try.

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as we did creating it. Once again, I’d like to personally thank Grace Y. Estevez from the website Grace of the Sun. If you would like to read more of Grace’s work please visit https://graceofthesun.com/2021/05/05/gift/

I Five

Five-19 is a style or form of poetry. It’s a continuous rhyme of nineteen lines, and five syllables per line.


I Five

A portal in time,

Immortal is fine,

I sort of can rhyme,

I’m drawing the line,

I take what is mine,

It’s lemon not lime,

It has the right shine,

I date night the dime,

I treat her to wine,

I good guy not slime,

I like glitter not grime,

I like oak over pine,

I’m tuning the chime,

I worship no shrine,

I committed no crime,

I cordially climb,

Three planets in trine,

The stars will align,

A portal in time.

New Year Magic

For the last ten, a shift has been felt,

It’s way deep beyond, past Orion’s known Belt.

From the home of the Archer, where the fire burns bright,

A shooting star arrow brings visions and light.

I shall pour out my spirit, a quote from the bible,

Mull over connections, however, this knowledge is tribal.

The arrow, yes, eventually it hit its mark, and it gave possibilities.  There are gifts I believe, that do come from the heavens.  My belief however, is beyond a belief as in believing by chance or having blind faith.  There are many things going on in this world around you, and there are so many paths, roads, and possibilities.  When this becomes apparent, you will think you’ve completely lost your mind, but the reality is, for whatever reason, your awareness is being heightened.

As you dive into the strangeness and look even stranger to the people around you, know that you’re not crazy.  As matter of fact, you haven’t lost your mind at all.


Photo by Leo Cardelli from Pexels

 

Trick or Treat

Happy Halloween, I brought you a poem,

Relax and read, get snuggled at home.

The air is crispy, the breeze it blows,

Watch for the tricksters, they file in rows.

The sun is in scorpio,

A watery delight,

You can dive into feelings,

Or seek candy and fright.

The moon is in Sag,

My fiery friend,

November soon commith,

This night is the end.

 

*Don’t worry, I did not curse anyone!  💞🎃♠


Thank you, Александар Цветановић, with Pexels.com for the photo.

Hove ‘N’ Late

     I hate you because you’re a bum, and you have a beautiful home.  I hate you because you’re poor, and you’re rich.  I hate you because you’re fat, and you’re skinny.  I hate you because you won, and you lost.

You think about me though so do you really hate me?  Hate is confusing, and it doesn’t make sense.

I love you because…

…..because you know none of that stuff matters.

Love isn’t confusing, it makes perfect sense.