If I Could Fly

If I Could Fly

How I would love to fly

Just below the clouds

But far above the land

With no one around

No noise except the wind

Animals running wild

As free as I dream I was

If only I could fly away

For a moment or even a second

Just to be free

And have that one memory

Which will last me forever

Maybe We Failed

Maybe We Failed

Waiting so long

Watching the sky

Knowing that they are coming

They have watched so long

As we grew in what we have become

Caring and nurturing

Yet angry and hateful

Willing to kill for no reason

Were we a disappointment

Something they wish they never created

Is that why they chose us

Placed us on this rock

And never came back

They are waiting until we are gone

Then will they try again

With others who understand

That we were just an experiment

One that failed

One that never had a chance

And maybe they’ll do better

After they clesn up our mess

If they can

Waiting For Daddy

Waiting For Daddy

How long will she have to wait

Her daddy was taken away

Just a few days after she was born

He was taken to a distant land

One an entire world away

To fight an enemy he hadn’t known

Even though it has been years

She still watches through the window

While she practices saying “Daddy”

But her daddy will not be coming home

His body is laying in the sand

His soul lifting to Heaven

But before he leaves he makes one stop

He stands before the window

And kisses his daughter on the cheek

Saying good-bye to the love of his life

And he is gone, and she still waits

For her daddy who can never come home

Finding Happiness

Finding Happiness

When you wish upon a star

Wishes are supposed to come true

So many times I wished for happiness

Dreamed of just laughing and smiling

All for no reason

But my wishes were never answered

They just drifted off into space

Lost forever to infinity

Yet, I still had hope

After looking a lifetime

I did find a spark of hope

The secret I had been looking for

Living my life for

It was hidden in a secret place

Inside a box of chocolate chip cookies

Just one single cookie with a cold milk

Showed me complete happiness

Happiness I knew existed but could never find

All I needed to be forever happy

Would be the ninety-nine cents for a pack

But for now, I must wait

Because fate has cursed me all over again

I only have ninety-eight cents

Just my luck

Maybe after all of that I will wish upon a star

And maybe it will give me a penny

But, alas, I didn’t get that either

So Sad The Wall

So Sad The Wall

It is so sad

A place with no color

Not life to be found

Just a sad place no one goes

Blank as the sky is blue

It waits for someone with a vision

To stumble upon it

And not see what is has become

Rather see what it could be

Put flowers of the wall

Surrounding animals at play

No, let there be children

Let them laugh and enjoy live

Show them as we remember we were

Maybe a heroine to inspire us

With a quote for us to live by

Just please do not just walk past the wall

It is too sad and too lonely

The wall needs someone to look at it

Smile and say that it is beautiful

Before they too walk away

Happy Anzac Day Australia

The Waiting Pencil

The Waiting Pencil

By R.e. Taylor

She lived in another world

Where typewriters cast too much

And computers were a century away

Still she wrote books and poems

Millions of words for people to read

Each one scratched on a sheet of paper

Wood and graphite became magic

And her touch brought them to life

Even now everyone knows what she had to say

Some have memorized her every word

And her pencil

Her magic wand still rests on her paper

Waiting for her to return

To write just one more word

© 2018 Shadowlight Publishing

A Long-Lost Friend

A Long-Lost Friend

Dedicated to Chippewa Lake Park

When did you die

When did everyone turn on you

There were so many children

Who laughed with you

And squealed as they sat with you

And you were dependable

There year after year

As we grew up we looked for you

But after so many years

You were forgotten

Disregarded

Left to die a slow death

To rot away into dust

I am one of those kids

One who you helped smile

I will never forget you

And neither will anyone else

History will make sure of that

Mommie

Mommie

Mommie, I was born just hours ago

You looked at me

My eyes were barely open and could see your face

You were happy for a moment

Then your look changed to hatred

What could I have done in such a short time?

Was I that bad of a child that you despised me?

I know I cried

Calling for your love for just a moment

But you would not let me look into your eyes

Now, I lay into the cold winter's winds

There are no blankets to keep me warm

Rotting food surrounds me

I am too young to survive on it

I cry harder than I ever had before

Yet, no one hears me or no one cares

Half of my life I have been alone

Something no baby should ever feel

Tonight will be my first night

Tonight will be my last night

I never even had the chance to be held

Never had the chance to smile

Never had to chance to be love

I just have the chance to die

Hidden Beauty

Hidden Beauty

You have been hiding

Showing you the way you were

Thinking that you are lost

Not as beautiful as you were

But look at you

There may be a few more wrinkles

You may show the life you had

But it doesn’t change you

There is a beauty in your eyes

And a beauty in your soul

It will continue to show in your face

So please hide no longer

Let us see the real you

And all of the beauty you have hidden

Anya, thank you for the inspiration

Progress

Progress

Man has moved on

Progressed

Beauty no longer matters

Only function

Canyons of glass

With walls of stone

No more flowers

Or window boxes

No more balconies

Or cobblestone streets

No more places to walk

Or talk in peace

Has man really progressed

Or has he lost too much

Nonconformist

Nonconformist

Today, I want not to behave

I don’t want to be like you

Working 9 to 5

Then going home and going to sleep

That just isn’t me

I want to go up the down escalator

Do a donut in a busy intersection

Maybe eat what I am not supposed to

You can be normal and follow the rules

But I know that isn’t me

So, I don’t even try

If you can accept who I am

And that I will never be like you

I think we could be friends

God’s Church

God’s Church

I am not religious

Not in the normal way

I do not believe in churches

So many people in one place

All talking to the Big Man

All hoping that he hears them

I prefer to go to a place God made

A place He created with his own hands

A place of beauty where isn’t anyone else

No priest telling me what was right or wrong

Where no one wants my money or my confession

Just a place where I can pray

And who knows maybe he will be there to listen

Juggling Plates

Juggling Plates

Only you know what you have gone through

So many figurative plates have been broken

Practicing anything you wish to do

Just to make sure that you are the best you can be

Just remember to leave the broken plates behind

There is no need to share your failures

Only let them see you standing strong

Juggling whatever you have to juggle

And being the success, you know you can be

Tribute To A Log

Tribute To A Log

We have all written of love

The happiness of a child

And the sadness of a loss

We see what others don’t

Beauty and darkness everywhere

Still, we missed a beauty of its own

Born in the deepest forest

It gave live to so many animals

Cool breezes to so many others

All it ever asked for was water and sunshine

And, that was what God gave it

We have no idea how long it lived

What it may have seen before man arrived

Axes cut deep into its skin

But there were no screams or tears as it fell

Hours later the tree was gone

Chopped into a hundred pieces

All that was left was a single log

Nothing special to look at

It has a story that should be told

Only if anyone cares to listen

Bougainvillea

Bougainvillea

I almost didn’t find you

Hiding in the back of the garden center

Just a stick with a couple of leaves

Something told me you were special

I paid the fifteen bucks they wanted

And you went home with me

A large pot and some deep black soil

And soon you became family

I watered you and cared for you

Made sure that you were never too dry

A year later you had grown

Taken over the garden

But I still loved you

And your pink leaves and tiny flowers

You made my mornings as I looked out

And I knew that life would be good