Word Storms

Soft and sweet are the words we should repeat


Hurtful and harsh should be banished to the marsh

A tone tells more than how we feel about ourselves

It tells others, when it’s brutal, that we need to be alone.

Words are not weapons, though we can make them so

Caring, sharing, sparing our feelings as we go

Along our path in life, who needs the extra strife!

Bullies make it bitter, but bubbles make it better.

None is like another, we are all a different shape

So why make fun or insult? Does your mouth need tape?

C’mon, let us all be friends and walk along together

Life is hard enough. Its storms we can weather.

Fidelity

Fidelity like the handshake


Of brother and brother

Where smiles and promises promote goodwill

And each prays for the other’s wellness

Hoping that sunshine will help them grow

Green like the forest that replenishes

Orange like the food for taking flight

And among them all are the bees,

Nurturing, protecting, healing the wounded

Singing their songs to the rising sun,

Playing pleasantly and drinking tea.

Who's To Say

Black and big like a crow


But standing upright and tall

A tuft of feathers form a peak on its head

A meowing sound like no other

It holds its spot on a broad, bare limb

No mind it pays to me or the dogs

It makes no move but to sing its song

A tingle would run down my spine

Were it a different bird

But who’s to say what its message was.