Jun 24, 2017

More Than a Mile

Go the distance, far off in the morning,
Let my somber feet touch the soft carpet,
The sound of ramblings awaken the day,
Then you will be where my fingers cannot lie,
When my whispers possess a true identity,
And the seasons dare shame me,
And the rain is good for my suffering,
Then I can gently uncover the blindness,
You are a distance; the light is far off,
My steps do not hurt to walk like before,
For the wondering have vanished above the sky,
At ease I have no reason to ask why-
The leaf shall grow again- as did that funny valentine,
But, today I ask of you like starry blooming wishes,
To go into that field of maze,
Where I cannot find you, where I cannot lay

jhpoetry ©2012-2013 





Sometimes

Sometimes when the day is lonesome
I think of you...
And tears roll from my eyes.
The reasons why: injustice, prejudice,
hatred and oppression.

Sometimes when the night is lonesome
I think of you...
And tears roll from my eyes.
The reasons why: love, empathy, justice and
equality.

Sometimes when the evening is long
I think of you...
And tears roll from my eyes.
I wonder when will I truly see you smile.

jhp©2009

May 28, 2017

A Day of Harvest

And I heard a whispering
wake up, arise  and
clear the cob webs
wipe the muddy footprints
the land is good,  fertile in you
I follow the whisper,  finding again
a sweet day of harvest
safe and sound for heaven watches
It's mine,  all mine as my mouth
needs to convince father time
by joyous labor, tender care
in the sway of feathery hips
I reach the holy path where
a whisper becomes an echo
my flesh purges;
my soul is thirsty like
April showers
By the greenish lake
heavy memories sink
into the setting sun
angels glisten as I chase
the  crisp vapors of raw
vegetables and  pink roses
I'm on the right path, I do believe
for the future feels right
and the love feels real

By Jhpoetry ©2016-2017
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