In you I find home
Peace and Content
With floor made of comfort;
And a roof of time spent
Together; the paper
That clings to the walls
Has the color of moments
That brighten the halls
The windows a peak
To the good times ahead
Of love and devotion
That blankets our bed
And memories remembered;
Tell me as I’ve grown
A house is a house
but with you-
It’s my home
-AJ Barlow
My Wife and I having far too much fun…
To a cubicle the grown ones go,
But what of that dear child?
Where the adult frown lies confined;
The kid wishes to run wild
It burrows in a tiny space,
No room for the crowds
The adult cries, but does their work;
The kid wishes to chase clouds
Or name the stars, albert, todd
And the bright ones Sarah Jane
And splash amongst the coursing streams,
Chase the dust across a plain;
And where the rules say only shoes,
Polished, clean and neat
The child would forego all the socks
And run in their barefeet
And yet we wonder why canst they not,
Live a life thats one the same?
Because the child obeys the heart;
The adult to their brain
-AJ Barlow
What does it mean to have courage then
In a life that’s filled with less?
I’ve pondered this again again;
What do the brave possess?
It seems their armor’s made of hope
And their sword is but a smile
Their arrows are how they’ve spoke
Their fortress is a trial
Yes, courage it seems is more a view
Of life and e’vry dawn;
When tested it will see it through
When hurt; it carries on.
-AJ Barlow
Photo by Paul Friel
All bad days will come when time becomes hollow
When sadness derails your train to the wallow
And your spirits collapse; break the camels back
But not before sunshine dies itself in the black
But take comfort in this; the other sides there,
It waits in the meadows of dawns crystal air Continue Reading…
I will admit this poem is sad. I’ve been in a weird place lately, that’s hard to describe. Do you ever have those moments where all of your weaknesses rise to the surface and for a time it seems to be the only thing you can think about? It’s been weighing me down a lot lately. I have a problem- Continue Reading…
Little boy Henry ran fast to the park
And lucky for him the sky wasn’t dark
So he could see well among the parks trees
All the little ducks and all of the Geese
He had to find it; something for his Dad
What his dad asked for, the ducks somehow had
He picked up each one as they squabbled “Quack”
Searched through their ruffles, their bills and their back
He looked at them far, he looked at them close
But he couldn’t find what he wanted most Continue Reading…
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The world needs more silent leaders
Who need not speak a word
Yet the good things that they stand for
Echo on forever heard Continue Reading…
