To be the one that cares for me
the steady beat that moves my heart
Can I 'er to pay the debt
of love that showers down on me
I am the one that owes so much
to many that partake of me
I am the one that utters thanks
for life, for love, for all I see
- Trish 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
The gift
Should I but waste my time away
this gift that bestows so much
to distain what's been given me
as worthless spot not infamy
I could but make the bold retort
and stand to shout with anger snort
Or speak of deeds long past made good
Can I the bearer of this gift
bestow like said to those to come
As past and near my fellows have fought
to give said gift to us in part
Upon the fields the blood was wrought
And spilled to make for others not
a gift so weak or worthless bought
or squander now squabbles galore
This thing that past to us is rare
throughout the history known or sworn
Its seldom known so clearly as
the gift we have and much we own
this gift I speak you ask of me?
So listen to know as I implore
It is our freedom so don’t ignore.
- Trish 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Longer
If I but stay a moment longer
to touch your skin and hold you closer
could I the one then dare to part?
or call an end to heavens gift?
I dare not speak or rise to go
You lay so softly I sigh within
Your lips apart in endless kiss
I bend to reach to touch the sweet caress
And feel your love for once more I'm blessed.
- Trish 2011
to touch your skin and hold you closer
could I the one then dare to part?
or call an end to heavens gift?
I dare not speak or rise to go
You lay so softly I sigh within
Your lips apart in endless kiss
I bend to reach to touch the sweet caress
And feel your love for once more I'm blessed.
- Trish 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
Touch of friends
Colors to and fro they live
the lives of many threads of
love and smiles the ones
that touch my life in
ways that cannot speak
in words that cannot utter
how they touch the very
heart of me I am
the bird that sits upon
the hands of ones that care
for me and yet I will not suffer
loss the way they hold me
cannot count the cost of love
they fill me up with smiles
my friends they
are the BEST!!
- Trish 2011
the lives of many threads of
love and smiles the ones
that touch my life in
ways that cannot speak
in words that cannot utter
how they touch the very
heart of me I am
the bird that sits upon
the hands of ones that care
for me and yet I will not suffer
loss the way they hold me
cannot count the cost of love
they fill me up with smiles
my friends they
are the BEST!!
- Trish 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Unbound Happiness
Happiness cannot describe me now
the giggle builds from deep within
My thoughts they dance, dip and bow
the laughs explode to fill the bin.
I am the funny, giddy one
my toes they wiggle and find fun
I cannot think It be undone
I drink the laughter by the ton.
Can I but ever loose the time
Can sadness come and steal away
I want to ever live this rhyme
and dance with angels every day.
- Trish 2011
the giggle builds from deep within
My thoughts they dance, dip and bow
the laughs explode to fill the bin.
I am the funny, giddy one
my toes they wiggle and find fun
I cannot think It be undone
I drink the laughter by the ton.
Can I but ever loose the time
Can sadness come and steal away
I want to ever live this rhyme
and dance with angels every day.
- Trish 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
The waiting
Time it is no friend to me
each second slowly ticking by
My love not here, my tears down fly
I watch the clock for dawn to be
Can I my heart so full of fear
Stand the wait through the longing still
I want for just a magic pill
That returns to me my love, my dear
Can I mere mortal wish
My time on earth away
I tremble, sigh, sit and sway
And long to sleep away in bliss
For soon my love, my heart, shall be
In my true arms and kisses part
Shall never be truly lost in art
I will but wait and long for thee.
- Trish 2011
each second slowly ticking by
My love not here, my tears down fly
I watch the clock for dawn to be
Can I my heart so full of fear
Stand the wait through the longing still
I want for just a magic pill
That returns to me my love, my dear
Can I mere mortal wish
My time on earth away
I tremble, sigh, sit and sway
And long to sleep away in bliss
For soon my love, my heart, shall be
In my true arms and kisses part
Shall never be truly lost in art
I will but wait and long for thee.
- Trish 2011
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