Even now I can still hear
the beautiful melody
of that piano concerto play…
An unknown melody
that instantly made me smile,
daydream, and feel
at my ease in every way…
Something amazing,
like the gift of an angel,
that filled my mind,
my heart, my soul…
A feeling of contentment
that made me imagine
as if I were below
a dark sky filled with stars
and standing upon the soft sand
of a beach, hand-in-hand
with the one I love…
I was truly touched by the music
that I heard, the music that I felt…
The music that I can still hear…
The beautiful solo performance
by a single piano player…
It’s meaning to me
is far beyond what I know…
I don’t know who the player is
and I don’t know what the name
of the piece is –
but I do know how I feel
every time I hear
the music of the piano.
poem
My Poem “Be Positive”
Some people do not watch the news
or read a newspaper,
because sometimes it seems like
all that there is to see and to read
on TV, on a screen, or printed
with a headline on a piece of paper,
always seems to be mostly
about conflict, divisiveness,
and negativity –
however, I am here to report
that the world is not
all doom and gloom:
there may still be wars
being fought somewhere
every day in this world –
but from what I see
and from what I read,
I can honestly say
that there are more
good things in this world
to see and be made aware of
than there are bad…
I personally love seeing
how and what other people
from all around the world
live and breath,
and I truly believe
that there has never been
a better time in all of human history
to discover new knowledge,
in this modern day
age of enlightenment,
and to always be positive.
My Poem “Obsession”
You are my obsession,
as I am yours…
I know how much
you love me,
but I love you more…
you dream about me,
as I dream about you…
you think that you’re
the lucky one because you have me,
but I know with all my heart
that I am the lucky one
whose dreams and wishes
all came true the minute
that I laid my eyes upon you…
I know that you love me
to the moon and back
truly madly deeply,
but I love you more –
because I love you
more than life itself
times infinity,
my passion, my inspiration,
my beautiful obsession.
My Poem “Left to Write”
Fast or slow…
Long or short…
Something you feel,
something you know…
Something to be discovered,
something to be revealed…
In a notebook, on a screen…
At home, or somewhere
you have never been…
From eyes and ears
to mind and imagination…
From the inside to the outside…
In silence, from sound…
In the sky, or while standing
upon solid-ground…
From dreams to reality…
From a burst of sunlight…
From the stars of infinity…
Just like that comes a poem,
and it never ceases to amaze me
what a writer can create
when they are simply
left to write.
My Poem “Genius”
Guardians are always with us…
we all have personal deities
protecting us and watching over us…
spirits are all around us,
and when we need them the most
they comfort us and they help us…
we all have benevolent daemons
and angels on our shoulders
who are always speaking to us…
from birth to death
every one of us has a soul
that gives something important to us…
we all have a kindred friend
who only wants what is best for us…
everybody has a place and a person
within them that is their
own personal “Genius”.
My Poem “Eccentricities”
One minute its raining,
the next the sun is shining…
one minute there are clouds up above,
the next there is blue-sky all around…
I have to say that the weather of the UK
is just as eccentric
as the people who populate
this beautiful and wonderful country…
from one end to the other,
in every direction,
the villages, the towns, the cities,
the people, and the weather
of Great Britain
are not shy in the slightest
about showing their indefinable
and their uniquely-British
ever-present eccentricities.
My Poem “Rainstorm”
The raindrops are falling…
The thunder is rumbling…
The people are running for cover…
The people getting soaked
are wishing that they had an umbrella…
The music of a band continues playing…
The children are having fun puddle-jumping…
The British public are yet again
at the mercy of the eccentric
British summer weather…
The streets are slippery under-foot
and they are as shiny as a mirror…
The sound of thunder
again echoes in the clouds above…
The rain continues to pour –
however, after taking a breath for a minute,
everybody steps out again
and braves the constant shower
of this prolonged
Great British rainstorm.
