Day 99 - Boston Books

Boston Books

Dedicated to book lovers everywhere,

And especially to Simone, Rachel and Jacqueline

A world of wonder awaits you here

Love stories and tales of fear

Welcome you to leap into it all

The beckoning poetic call

Of books to brighten every light

The lines straight, in black and white

Caress the mind of timidity

Knowledge is always free

Yet bound within these endless tomes

Are the makings of the perfect homes

For those who spy and in wonder live

In the stories these books have to give

Day 94 - Circle of Hope

Dedicated to Ravit, for instilling and igniting passion

Circle of Hope

Each stone has a story

A rushing, rhythmic, glowing glory

Of the mountain it used to be

Now washed into the great, wide sea

The circle that you see before you

Let it deeply implore you

To find the answer, in this time

When all anger seems the crime

We shall stand and support the young

For all their songs that are left unsung

Their growth is green and bright,

The truest source of the great light

That will teach peace to every nation

Bringing forth the greatest of elation.

For now we protect them in love

Thanking our lucky stars above

For sending us such wondrous hope

So that youth and joy may elope

Creating the world we all long for

Beginning from the stones' core

Day 87 - The Young Willow

The Young Willow

Dedicated to those who have spent their summers in the Willows.

There is a blessing upon this place

Destined for many an embrace

Of the young hopers and dreamers to come

They shall change the world and then some

With their words they shall spar

Never viewing with anger from afar

But rather taking on justice with pride

The leaders of the kind and noble side

They paint tapestries of peace

Until all fighting shall at last cease

They shall stand side by side hand in hand

To embrace the different and understand

For understanding leads to good things

Such as smiles and trampoline springs

In this future a sweet and precious sight

Holding out through the rain, beckoning light

Yes the young ones will one day be old

Under these willow branches tales will be told

Of how hope was planted and grew

In the hearts of both me and you

Day 27 - Confessions of a Cuddling Cougher

Confessions of a Cuddling Cougher

Dedicated to Eric

Now if only it were short enough for a limerick

The expression of how long you and I have been sick

But rather it has gone on for some time

And requires a longer sort of rhyme

Winter has come and with it coughs and the flu

And feeling like this leaves no much to do

Then huddle in blankets and hope for embraces

That manage to light smiles on our faces

Thank goodness for love and all things NiFTY

They leave me feeling less sick and more happy

I hope for you it has done the same

And if not at least this poem mentions your name

Hopefully you and I will heal very soon

So that once again we can play under the moon

And in the sunshine even when it is cold

Because honestly this illness thing is getting old

Dearest readers,

I am most sorry to say both the photographer and I have been feeling under the weather (to say the least) for the last few days and so today's post is a very honest expression of that, with hopes and wishes that our dear photographer, feels better.

Keep warm and healthy!

~The Poet