Sunshine

Flows on fields these grounds adorn,
And red spells the sunshine by morn,
The fire through life and below to warm,
Soon sets the sunshine,
The sunshine at dawn.

Time stands still

Devilishly deep eyes time stands still,
For a fool cannot find the will,
Stagger an eye for you the path he tread,
Left lingers the words you had said,
They look beyond the eyes you lure,
To fall and dive devilishly more,
There paused in time as both eyes lock,
As if her eyes could stop the clock.

Rosy Red

A kiss amidst this air strays,
Lingers in wait and rose red,
Revives its eyes to tragic gaze,
Hopeless that all has shed.
A rosy kiss blown now beyond,
Whispers subtle, amidst this air,
But a breath of love, so fond,
An incomplete heart to care.
Breathless almost, the dreamer let,
Rosy red kiss which blew amidst,
Helpless lips near that met,
In lost eyes, love shan’t resist.

She sulks and sings

The sky the cloud brings,
In turn she sulks and sings,
Tear drops of her sorrow,
Drips from her tomorrow.

Her air she plenty knows,
Rides above winds she rose,
Lash the skies with ease,
Then dies down as she please.

Down field and pipe pours,
Draws her tears to yours,
Tries not release a drop of rain,
Slipping her cloud again.

Tearful cloud now free,
Them others cry unlike thee,
Now she will not sulk but sing,
Clearing skies will bring.

Loves Moon

Her ore and shine she’s like the moon
To orbit these skies with lovers tune
Silvery splendor the nights only one
Moonlight it floods, till she’s gone
In wondrous clouds upon the waves
Mirrors her face, on ocean ways
Night of mine she’s amid the stars
Each never gleams, as quite you are
Distantly dazzle shall not wither
By my side, I ask to hither
Beautiful and rare like no other
Hand over my heart to my lover.

Trenchers Feet

Them trenchers feet with knees knelt,
his brown eyes of soil washes away,
soldiers some ran, some they felt,
grass fields, or graveyards gray.

The trenches deep, like pits some fell,
stands there, wears the blood of war,
he cries endless fear as bullets yell,
knows of years of pain, he swore.

A poets vault

Theres a poets vault,
In it a million rhymes and charms,
Only the poets they fault,
Then perish with legs and arms.
But maybe little of a legend lies,
Though seek with open eyes.

Worthy writers do search,
On the only vault they hope,
The words of ease can perch,
And in a poets darkness grope.
To reach and smash book shelves,
But never true feelings they delve.

The amateur poet pens down,
Unleashing the words he writes,
But inspired by the suns crown,
His rhymes and charms take flight.
Digging deep and deeper still,
Yet just poems on a window sill.

A tangled web

These feelings that you expressed,
Are tangled in somewhat a webbed mess,
The garden spiders home does the shining,
Clinging and grasp the heart I am winding.
Please i spun the web, now to reach my heart,
On the entangled mess and you the start,
And on my white lace Ive written to wall,
The gardens colour vivid to suns call,
And forever the world ours cant mistake,
Till ends end shall dawn, though no web will break.
Like a jungle is deep, were lost in love.
Still the trees stand, beating and breathing above,
And together tangled in green envy,
Are the vines and webs, to hold hearts plenty.

As Earth crumbles

Those summer nights bare the sun,
Will soon be nocturnal ever sleep,
Still the sleepers beneath have won,
Wither to slither the greens bleak.
The Oak and Redwood all grandfathers,
Rooted the forest through rough,
In the crumbling soil and bothers,
But tumble on dead lands scuff.

Great seven seas wash and wave,
Never as black you have been,
Night skies you stare cannot save,
As everything crumbles between.
Wilts and dark are the lands,
Ever since the suns been clouded,
Oceans write death on the sands,
Nothing to save the shrouded.

The last hop in a frog till it dies,
Creatures by crawlers wait out,
Under shadowy thunderous skies,
Birds and bees scatter about.
Even the night of stars do look,
And dark reigns but light depends,
The wilderness universe soon took,
As Earth slowly crumbles and ends.

Dark Angels

The dark angels they’ve forsaken
White souls of pure perfection
Now night stalkers to awaken
And to collect in deception.
By means of eternal lifestyles
Dark angels to repay lords
To gather and swipe the flies
Like reapers with scythes or swords.
Their sniper eyes to shoot and take
A thieving army of angels kill
Will gather gifts cruelly no debate
And flutter down intently still.