Poetry of a Lifetime

Tuesday, June 25, 2024

Here I Am

Here I am

Waiting quietly

Here I am

Patient as patient can be

Silent in gratitude

No one needs attitude

But I am wondering

Why you are so late

Here I am

Worried about you

Here I am

Starting to feel blue

Wondering what’s kept you

There isn’t much to do

Keep searching all their eyes

Hoping for a great surprise

Here I am

Maybe I should call

Here I am

My heart is a flutter

My words do sputter

Thinking that you forgot

by Bill Ferguson

Monday, June 24, 2024

This Is Where I Will Be

Where the water flows

This is where I’be

Listening with examining ears and hearing eyes

Time immortal

Searching for answers lost and never found

This is where I’ll be

Where the wind blows

This is where I’ll be

Feeling a carousel of burning passions

Driven by desire

Seeking truths once known but forgotten

This is where I’ll be

Where the beginning is

This is where I will be

Pushing with prodding fingers

Exploring with an open mind

Images that have yet to be discovered

This is where I’ll be

Where the end is

This is where I will be

Devouring with rapt attention

Limitless words

Lingering with carefree souls

Exiting to new beginnings

This is where I’ll be

by Bill Ferguson

Wordsmith

I am a wordsmith

I seek out meanings

I look for definitions

I listen for ideas

I hear sounds

I feel images

I explore and discuss and imagine

And record them because of their interest.

I am profound

And yet insecure

I read people

And I endure

I seek answers

And pose questions

People think I am strange

And I might well be

I look at life

To discover more about me

Searching for answers

That might never be

Plumbing the depths

Of a philosophical mind

Uncertain, yet deeply certain

In ways not defined

I am a wordsmith

I am so much more

I am defined

I adore

I chase down answers

I write to understand

A much larger world

And all of its demands

by Bill Ferguson

Sunday, June 23, 2024

All Things Old (Show Up New Again)

Rain must fall

Sky must clear

Winds invite change

It’s always near

All things old

Show up new again

Build a fire

light the way

Watch the waves wash

Your thoughts away

All things old show up new again

There’s a train leaving at gate # 12

There’s a feeling that you just cannot shelve

For all the fussing and fighting that you do

Things from your past remain within you

All things old show up new again

I looked up

Our eyes met

Well preserved

You’re heaven sent

All things old show up new again

All things old

Show up new

Again

by Bill Ferguson

I Wait

I wait

For your embrace

I wait

To fill an empty space

I wait

For a notice to begin

I wait

For hearts to lean in

A subtle look

Right on cue

My hands tremble

As your vision

Becomes my life

Feel the heat

Feel the passion

Flowing from me to you

I wait

In full moonlight

I wait

Ease into the night

I wait

Passion fills the air

I wait

Gentle words that care

I wait

Dancing is your news

I wait

Talking past the blues

I wait

Til your song is sung

I wait

Words trip off your tongue

by Bill Ferguson

Saturday, June 22, 2024

Waves Dance

Waves dance

Skimming the lake

In delicate balance

Swirling and lifting

Reflecting the possibilities

Rising to the occasion

Again and again

With their peers

In a dance

Of ultimate joy

Before rejoining

The masses

To be one

by Bill Ferguson

Invite Him

Red ran the river

A call to his dreams

Certain luck would befall

He was bursting at the seems

It only takes a moment

It only takes a day

He grasped shakily

His curtain call holding sway

Reach him

Invite him into your space

Touch him

Take him anywhere on your way

Hold him

Keep him warm keep him safe

Believe him

Let him be part of the human race

Can’t be another

Walk down memory lane

Can’t be another day

No easy way to explain

The river runs through out it

Running havoc with his soul

Pushing on forward

Until he has to let go

by Bill Ferguson

Friday, June 21, 2024

The Wind Whispers

The wind whispers in the leaves

Calling out her name

Before I turn

Before I see

I know I cannot explain

Why my mind wanders

Enraptured all the same

Captured in misty moments

Where things have

never changed

The wind whispers in the night

calling out her name

Gently urging

Gently pushing

Its salient refrain

Expecting new life

Where little does remain

by Bill Ferguson

Not There

Words capture pictures

Sexy summer yawns

What’s the need for victors

Egoism as it dawns

Mountain lions in the desert

Heroes fill our hearts

Sit back and relax

Let others do their part

There are roads

There are paths

There are simple statements

There are needs

There are desires

There are wonders what fate meant

No need to lead

No need to be aware

A line given for feed

It’s as if you’re not really there

by Bill Ferguson