Natl Poetry Month, Day 13, Time's Moment

Time’s Moment

Reflections

in a pond

capture beautiful images

in time’s moment,

like my thoughts of you

@Wayne Adam

Natl Poetry Month, Day 12, Watching You Sleep

Watching You Sleep

I look upon you sleeping and wonder what you dream

Are you in forbidden places,

Or by a tranquil stream

Maybe you’re in fields of flowers

Or amongst the trees

I'd like to know your thoughts right now

Are they of me?

You softly turn

 Breathe a sigh,

Your face in soft glow

I look upon you lying there

How I love you so

Maybe you dream of birds in flight

Or butterflies a flutter

Or could it be someone else?

It really doesn't matter

Perhaps I will never know what you truly dream

For your dreams are yours alone—

Do you dream of me?

©Wayne Adam 

Natl Poetry Month, Day 11, Scammers

Today's poem is more in the humorous mode for something a little different.

Scammers

They’re smooth and slick

A face you’d trust, they’re even on T.V.

They lurk in your neighborhood, stalk you on the phone

Inundate your email, you’re never left alone

Take the "big deal," you'll make a million bucks

You won't have to do a thing, just load up the truck

No, it's not a pyramid, it just looks that way

Invest and it will make you rich, just for pennies a day

This pill will do you wonders, who's the FDA?

A hungry child in Uruguay, someone has to pay

All of them are scammers, eyeing up your dough

They’ll fleece you while they shake your hand,

Count your fingers; count your toes

Here are some simple rules, to prevent this sleight of hand

Spend on self-indulgence and just don’t give a damn,

You’ll be happier with your vices instead of being scammed.

@Wayne Adam

Natl Poetry Month, Day 10, A Perfect Day

A Perfect Day                            

A bright yellow orb hangs embedded in a deep blue sky,

My spirit soars on gentle wind amidst the multi-colored forest canopy,

I watch the sunlight enhance the softness of her face, her laughter floats like butterflies in a field of flowers, for the entire world to hear. We travel the road of life, of love, of dreams—just a perfect day

@Wayne Adam

Natl Poetry Month, Day 9, Waterfall's Lure

Waterfall’s Lure

You can hear her calling as she cascades into the pool below,

Her rushing waters are like gentle fingers rubbing your back in steady motion

You feel her rhythm as she entwines your senses while falling in harmony, building in crescendo until ecstasy as you collide upon the rocks. Listen, you can her calling, beckoning you to join her. You see her beauty in silvery glistening sheets of motion, she calls--waiting

@Wayne Adam 2017

Natl Poetry Month, Day 8, Awareness

Awareness

Amid sun and sand

Waves lap on shore

Wind brushes the earth

And birds fly over coast and sea

Carrying messages from the gods,

Gentleness

Calm

Serenity

Prevail in a chaotic world,

Only if we

Look

Feel

And Listen

Will we understand?

Or are we blinded by hate

Deaf to the screams

And numb to our toxic culture,

What is our direction?

What is our fate?

I look at the waves lapping on shore

And the birds flying over coast and sea

I feel the wind brushing over me

And listen to nature—

Trying to understand

 @Wayne Adam 2016

Natl Poetry Month, Day 7, The Stream

The Stream

Sitting by this stream

Life is so serene

Watching water tumble

 Thoughts—ideas to ponder

Life is like this stream,

 Or so it seems

It flows in one direction

Knowing where to go

Till down yonder

 Where it splits and turns

Wandering the unknown

.

So like Life

 Or so it seems.

It’s good to dream,

Sitting by this stream

@Wayne Adam

Natl Poetry Month, Day 6, Heat Wave

Heat Wave

A fireball ignites on eastern horizon

Blazing, red molten

Suspended in milky blue watercolor

Heat exudes,

Flowing waves of sightless lava,

Smothering plant and creature;

Immersing all in cauldrons of sweltering vapors

Suffocating heat takes my breath,

A taste, cool liquid, my only desire

Mirage thoughts wavier into shredded paper;

Scattering into burning ashes

From dusk to darkness humid curtains flap,

Dreams of fire burn through steamy scenarios

Of restless sleep

In morn, red molten drips on burnt canvas

Oppressive, unrelenting, in fiery rage

I look upon the searing orb,

In oozing meltdown--I die

@Wayne Adam

Natl Poetry Month, Day 4, Dark Souls

Dark Souls

Bones chill in autumn’s cool

Black water reflects tattered souls,

Thoughts shred like paper on

hopeless screams of humanity

As hearts are crushed under the

stone of apathy

Until the chorus sings silence

before the presence of fear

 @Wayne Adam 2004

Natl Poetry Month, Day 3, No Words For Poems

No Words for Poems

       

Today my words hide from my pen

My thoughts are in complete shatter

Stanzas fly like shredded paper caught

on a gusty breeze

I try, but it doesn’t matter

Poetry lies asleep, upon a dreamy meadow

All I can do is wait till it wakes and yawns

in a gentle rain

Floating back into my mind—so I can write again

 ©Wayne Adam 2015