A game in everything!

Everything is a game,

When she falls, the fact remain.

When lying down or upside down,

Still a game can be found.

From peek-a-boo 

To I can see you,

The simplest fun 

Can make you run.

I wonder when the eyes see less.

The morning rain brings depress,

The morning week begins the pain.

Monday begins the chain.

But not so with you and I wonder why?

Is it because we haven't taught you to cry,

About the day and what it bring,

Or is it because your heart does sing,

And ignore the disdain of the day,

And instead run and play?

Are you immune to the frustration we beget,

And that's why you're seldom upset?

Or are we just taught to think this way,

Can, once again, we return to play?

To see a game in every day?

It's funny seeing my little girls play. Everything becomes a game as they walk, talk, hide, or just sit; it becomes a new game. I don't see many adults doing this and wonder when they stopped? Do you know when you stopped playing games with everything you do? Do you still do it? I know I embrace it far more than my wife does, and that sometimes I embarrass her. How about you?

A teachers tears.

It breaks my heart to see you cry,
It breaks my heart to not know why.
I see a tear go down your face.
I feel my heart start to race.
Your little eyes begin to swell,
I see the tear come up from the well.
Stumped at what I should say,
Wonder if my words are okay.
You'r uncle is gone, but don't forget,
The smiles that his love would get.
For when you think of him don't be sad,
Remember the smiles and be glad.

To one of my students. She just lost her uncle and I was lost for words when she started crying in class. It breaks my heart to see any of my children in pain.  I hope that I was able to comfort her just a little. That's my prayer for her and her family. I'm so thankful she has great classmates that were helping comfort her. Anyone else feel helpless sometimes when you talk to someone that just lost a family, friend or loved one? What did you say to comfort them? Is it better to hold back the tears or to cry with them?

Leaving the fear...

Finally, at last, the hinges rotate.

The anticipation is too much to take.

My palms are sweaty; heart is racing.

Before I go on, I notice I'm pacing.

For years I have longed to pass on through,

And yet here I am, unsure what to do.

Do I go in and continue? Do I stay and wait?

What is it truly; I anticipate?

Why do I see it there, before the door?

The fear it lingered there, I can't ignore.

The door is open and yet I pause.

I try to move forward, but can't find the cause.

Have I lost my way, or is it temporarily hidden?

Do I doubt so much that happiness is forbidden?

At long last I take a step, then quickly another.

I can't stop now; I fear I'll fall over.

I won't turn back and always wonder why.

I'm going through now, at least I can say, "I try."

I have always had opportunities, but I always allowed my chances to pass me by because I was to afraid to give it a go. I know I'd be a different person if I would have allowed myself to succeed. Am I alone, or does anyone else feel this way a lot of times?

Annabella

With hair so gold it's as the sun,
With eyes of love and full of fun.
Her smile is a constant glow,
Wears it well, for all to know.
Her heart is light, wondrous and full,
She dances with a moon that's full.
And in the winter, the coldest hour,
Her beauty is radiant like a flower.
She run, she jump, skip and play.
This is her most every day.
And if you find that sad has come,
It's because you have gone,
But once again she will grin
Then, all at once; the fun begin.
She'll hug you when you meet again.

Although she's so small and although she's so new to this world, and yet, you can see the wonder in her eyes as she explores and continues to grow.

Stay the course.

I fell off the wagon, fell off of the horse.
Couldn't hold on, couldn't say the course.
Stumbled many-a-times, to the left and the right.
I tried to hold on, tried with all of my might,
But still I let go and continued to fall.
I've wonder so far away, I can't hear the call.
The summer has past, the autumn to winter,
My heart it does sink, but still I endure.
With spring on it's way, I know I can last,
And keep pushing through, until this all pass.
Then, once at last, when my heart has it's strength,
I'll go on again, down the course at great length.
Fall once again, or stumble and get hidden,
And I'll be alone again, but not forgotten.


I've been lost many times, confused, scared and seemingly alone, but when I've come through the circumstance I always find that I'm never alone. For that, I am thankful indeed!

Spinning!

Around, and around, and around I go,
Will I stop?
I don't know.
When will I drop?
Looking up, now looking down,
As I spin, all around.
I stop again,
and go the other way.
My head does spin,
And I fall away.

I love to spin around with my girls. What about you? I enjoy trying to keep up with a ceiling fan, but that could just be me.

2 in the tub

Rub-a-dub-dub,

2 girls in the tub,

Washing the dirt away.

One is just splashing,

The other is laughing,

Getting clean while they play.

Just a quick poem that came to mind while my girls were splashing away in the tub.

Dare to Dream

Dreams come, and they go.
They flitter, they flow.
Flying in the sky,
Wave your day goodbye.
It doesn't matter if it's light.
It doesn't matter if it's night.
It doesn't matter if you sleep.
Still your dreams will keep,
Your mind soaring through the air,
Day pass by, without a care.
Keep your dreams and make them true,
If they fade, then make them new.
Once your dreams are all gone,
That's when a new dream has begun.

I've dared to dream many dreams and now I make changes to take them from dream to reality and yet, still I dream. I love to dream. Do you still dream? Are you living your dream, or have they flown by?

Firefly

You light up the night,
and not the day.
You glow and you show,
the world your play.
Here, then there,
Seems like you're everywhere.
A brief flame that show,
Like a quick glow.
You have many names,
But they're all the same.
On your beauty some rely,
You're my favorite firefly.

I love Fireflies. They are so amazing, to me. Many bioluminescence animals are amazing to me, but these especially. What's your favorite bioluminescence creature?

A different direction

I've decided that since my target book audience is in fact children, then why wouldn't my blog have the same target? I love poetry and writing it, but I enjoy the fun that comes with it. What do y'all think? I hope you enjoy it. I am releasing my first book this Friday called "The Lost Egg". It'll be on Amazon as either an eBook or hard copy. 

Whirring, whirring, 

The sound is blurring.

I hear it all around,

Constant is the sound.

They whir and they chirp,

I always keep alert.

Continues, does the night,

And so do they.

The crickets are right,

And left as they say,

Their whirring, and chirping And keeping me awake.

Who's your favorite poet?