The Poetry Marathon

Holding hands walking through the park

Feeling free without a doubt

Love has its hold oh so secure

Nothing can release us now

Each day is lived in hope

Great or small let it flow

Keeping life still and free

Share it all in glee

Two hearts will live as one

walking hand in hand

Cuddled close entwined as one

Believing in love as we grow

Where there is love

There is hope

Where there is hope

There is peace

Sensual beings brings life to its peak

While two hearts beat

Just like lilies in a pond

Wine glasses out under the stars

Lying in each others arms

Gazing at the stars

Wondering Near and far

As the fire that burns within is repeated

Not ever extinguished

As love nourishes love.

Running through the shadows

of a newly found forest

brass and copper

lined the paths

shifting chanting

notion less

being still and silent

In the mist

Fleece is sent

through the mill

making wool

so cool and thrill

Tens of Thousands

days to go

why not let the magic flow.

Sea shells in the sand

A sea gull flying

Squawking in the sun

Dancing to the music

When the music hits you

You feel no pain

I am a Rebel

Waiting to hear the sounds

Thunder through the clouds

Music gives rhythm to my Swag

Keeping those feet moving

All over the moon lit shores

Music is the greatest

It stabilize your heart

And mesmerize your Brain

without the Drain.

The world is your open heart

An awaken Heart is your Mirror

Oneness with your life is your film

All that surrounds you is your museum

Bright eyes is your camera

Always searching to give to everyone.

Oh so worried and Attractive

Adorable as she twirls

Perfect and humourous

Special and buoyant

Is Steady not a laughing stock

Character is charming

Height is delightful and unfenced

Pious, restful and calm

Thoughtful and honest

Appreciation wishing prosperity

Not excessive only Annual

A Passionate Life.

Some Lessons in life

are best learned through pain

Some times we must lose

In order to gain

Some times we must fail

In order to know

Some times we must be hurt

In order to grow

Pain is temporary you know

You have to go through it

many times though

Hope keeps you going

Think of a River flowing

The beautiful sound it makes

Gives that peace inside that no one knows

You can smell the fragrance as it flows

Oh how I love to see

The Splendor of Nature as I live and breathe

It is a part of me.

The name given to four Coves in Jamaica

Nestled in the beautiful Island of sunshine

On the south coast with a people so different

The land Scape is so distinct

The closer you come the more flat plains

You see with fields of low scrub grass

so much like the Savannahs of East Africa

No treasures to be found but its a treasure

In Jamaica Land we love.

Lost on a Black River

The water is so dark and erry

Feel the vampire bites of the river mosquitoes

on your hands and feet

Death seems to be in the air, as the trees sway in the breeze

The moon lits the river banks

As the boat drifts slowly along

Shadows cast a spooky feel

Nothing to do but wait until day breaks

If no one comes to rescue you

Then the final thought is doom

Look ahead its the crocodiles lair

Oh!! what will be next

Hearing the sounds of the night creatures

Sends chills up your spine

Oh!! its so clear now

A final night stranded on the Black River

As death lurks in the dark waters.

Time goes by with nothing to do,

Time flies when you have lots to do

Time waits on no one

Time wasted can not be fined

A time to sleep

Atime to weep

A time to stop and think

What next, am I doing my best!