Poetry of a Lifetime

Sunday, August 18, 2024

Fires Burning

I’m not going to beg and plead

We can talk if there’s a need

No point in messing round

I’ve already landed on the ground

My heart’s between my knees

Wide open so all can see

I love you and no one else

You are just not yourself

There’s fire in the hold

And fire in your eyes

Now you are someone else

I don’t like this disguise

I don’t need fires burning

Open heart, open mind

Has got me in this bind

Love runs deep and runs sure

Then this does occur

Hoping for some real change

Before lives are rearranged

Thoughts of love thoughts of need

We can move there indeed

by Bill Ferguson

Going To Do

There are roads

Dusty and dire

The heat is on

When you perspire

Meanings cost

Misconstrued

Time slows

You have snoozed

All eyes turn to me

Quietly urging me

Their coldness turns me blue

Here I am waiting

For you

Come on

Let's go

What are we going to do?

Thoughts are lost

Jumbled up

You watched Rome burn

And you were gone

There is no time

To explain

Memory loss

Is not a game

by Bill Ferguson

Saturday, August 17, 2024

In Your DNA

Is it written in your DNA?

Can you reach your forefathers minds?

Are there shared thoughts and ideas?

Are there ties that bind?

It just seems natural

To see things the way they did

Now I need to know

If our minds

Are completely planned

To learn

To grow

To accept

To know

How do thoughts pop out of nowhere?

How do we see things we never learned?

Can we be at one with their past?

Can we be in their know?

Are these really your thoughts?

Are they a continuation of their lives?

Are there shared thoughts and ideas?

How does this come alive?

by Bill Ferguson

The Roseneath Carousel

Sixteen panels reflect

Northumberland County

Setting a backdrop

For forty

Painted basswood horses

That sit

Three abreast

On a wooden platform

Balanced well

As the small motor

Whirs

Into life

Making the horses prance

For their riders

Circling the panels

Creating scenarios

Usually seen

In old movies

Inviting

Memories

To last

Beyond

The edges of time

by Bill Ferguson

Friday, August 16, 2024

Facing Closed Doors

Clothed in darkness

She appraised the situation

Contemplating thoughtfully

She rose

Composed

Embracing who she was

Rephrasing comments

She gracefully refuted

Their arguments

Displacing their ignorance

With blazing foresight

Outlining a future enriched

With many moments

As she faced

Closing doors

by Bill Ferguson

Danced Into Fire

It was a warm summer night

You were chancing a dance with me

If this did work out right

Romance waited at the seams

There was fire in your eyes

A grand thought had sprung to life

Enhancing the smile on your face

Your hand warm in mine

All night long we danced

Danced deep with desire

Murmuring sweet words

As we danced into the fire

A glance that was exciting

It advanced my beating heart

A brand that was so inviting

Fanning what we did start

by Bill Ferguson

Thursday, August 15, 2024

Whispers In The Night

Sisters whisper in mid flight

Sleight of hand does not make it right

It festers softly to the core

One might wonder what’s in store

Back door whispers in the night

Gaining strength in their might

Thoughts cavort urging more

Itching moments to ignore

Can’t believe the situation

Mounting misinformation

Dream of things moving on

Having to live with the con

Sister’s whisper in mid flight

Continuing a path they crave

Believing in their might

No life is worth this kind of fight

by Bill Ferguson

Crawling Up The Hill Blues

It may be a second

It may be an hour

It may be a lifetime

I want to crawl up that hill with power

I got me the crawling up the hill blues

It may take some time but that’s what I’m gonna do

It may take a while

I may be crawling blind

There may be some problems

I want to work through it with my mind

I got me the crawling up the hill blues

It may take some time but that’s what I’m gonna do

I wish that there was

A straightforward strategy

Under my will power

I’ve gotta take the steps best for me

I got me the crawling up the hill blues

It may take some time but that’s what I’m gonna do

by Bill Ferguson

Wednesday, August 14, 2024

The Saddest Blues

Oh the things I say

The things I see

The way ideas

Are always coming at me

I am at the bottom

I’m looking up

Past the floors

Filled with other people's stuff

There are some days

There are some more

I get so tired

People knocking on my door

I wish I had

Minimalist views

So much in the world

Seems to be such bad news

I’m talking paying heavy dues

The no good saddest blues

The worst things in the world

Become my point of view

by Bill Ferguson

Cool Breeze

Cool breeze

Coming over me

There’s a cool breeze

Coming over me

Turn my attention to detail

Mama let me be

Cool breeze

I need some

It’s a cool breeze

Refreshing outcome

Give my heart and soul

It’s been quite a run

Turn up

Turn on

Reach inside

Find me some

A cool breeze ripples

Brings the crowd

To their knees

A cool breeze tipples

Makes the band play

On and on

A cool breeze makes me

Want to be more awesome

by Bill Ferguson