Poetry of a Lifetime

Friday, August 23, 2024

Gone Are The Days

Wheelchairs and oxygen tanks

And sitting in the hall

Passing the time of day

Awaiting a doctors call

Reading all the headlines

On my telephone

Wonder where the days went

Now that I am alone

Gone are the days of deep emotion

Gone are the days wild and free

Gone are the days of strong devotion

Gone are the days meant to be

Funeral homes and cemeteries

Relatives all passed on by

Dreaming of adventures

I would now never try

All my excitement

Is found on the tv

Falling asleep while watching

Good ole jeopardy

Gone are the days of friendly visits

Gone are the days of my family

Gone are the days where I can listen

Gone are the days where I could see

X Rays and needles lined up on a tray

Exercise meant to strengthen

Bringing excitement to my day

More pain to suffer

Before I fall asleep

I look forward

To each day I can keep

Gone are the days of strong sunshine

Gone are the days where I followed my mind

Gone are the days when love lived beside me

Gone are the days when you were mine

by Bill Ferguson

Timeless Is The Matter

There are too many questions

Running around my brain

Looking for answers

I take my time to explain

Questions of my deepened soul

I give answers that I know

In the end they do change

My thoughts often rearrange

Timeless is the matter

Moving are the answers

Life is an ageless dancer

Timeless is the matter

Once out they come back again

Challenged by all my friends

Perspectives change and so do I

Questions always seek the why

Try to explain what I see

Live in possibilities

Not firm ground to understand

The world surrounds every man

by Bill Ferguson

Thursday, August 22, 2024

Queried

Queried in the morning

About what it means to be

Is there another question

Another person I have to see

Doesn’t make it better

When I have to heal past wounds

The path I take to get there

Has taken me well past noon

Queried in the afternoon

About what it means to me

Looking for other answers

Why it is that I simply flee

Somewhere buried in my mind

Among the reasons I live

I have made some choices

Don’t understand what I give

Queried late into the night

About what it means to see

A life that is moving on

Is there a point where I am me

It is simply just my life

A point that is caught in time

There are no real answers

I am working out just fine

by Bill Ferguson

Mystical

Mystical moments reverberating

Aura’s spent passing time

Glass slippers half full

Billy goats doing fine

Entrails read on special days

Visions turning on a dime

Menageries make their way

Dividing what is mine

Pendulums swaying to their beat

Tarot cards reading in the heat

Numbers floating all around

Holding crystals seems so sound

Looking for signs and for meaning

Messages I am supposed to be gleaning

Mystical moments blurring

With the passing signs

It’s alright if you believe

But I haven’t got the time

by Bill Ferguson

Wednesday, August 21, 2024

Take The Bait

The map maker moved on

Sparking flights of fancy

As lesser gods trolled

Paths to assumed glory

Their minds were bent

Their insights under developed

Fantasies

Whose power mocked

True democracy

Where the beliefs of one

Pushed autocracy

Insensitive moments

Projected

A lack of faith

The trap was set

Did they take the bait?

by Bill Ferguson

A Fine Mist

A fine mist covers me

The topiary cower egregiously

While ancient trees bask in the shower

A voice calls out too loud

I’ll be back in an hour more or less

Never to return to be the same

Head winds blow with power

On disseminating gigantic towers

Escaping what our minds need to see

A fine mist covers me

Hiding behind what I truly do believe

At what point am I free?

by Bill Ferguson

Tuesday, August 20, 2024

The Overlook

The Overlook sits on a mountain

Snow covered in its wait

For those whose power are fountains

To wander into its fate

No one looks in the darkened window

No one pushes through the door

Nary a thought enters it windrow

Where rue is lamented more

Dark clouds are a distraction

Dark thoughts become aware

The simplicity is the attraction

Living on in its despair

The overlook sits on a mountain

Attractive well defined

Vacating thoughts for a moment

Capturing what’s in your mind

by Bill Ferguson

When The Light Begins The Day

When the light begins the day

Minds are open and on their way

Spent time searching the hot coals

Look what the new day holds

Coffee and music begins

People revert to their sins

When the light begins the day

Social is as social does

Fits some like a brand new glove

Working in factories

Giving you what you need

When do you chase your desire?

When are you lit by your fire?

When the light begins the day

New opportunities at play

New dragons to be slain

New begins again

Learn by rote in classrooms

Seal your fate in your doom

Your interest wanes quite a lot

Not happy with what you’ve got

Learn to follow your inner fire

Pulling you out of the mire

by Bill Ferguson

Monday, August 19, 2024

On The Way To Be

There are dreams that touch your soul

Parts of life you seem to know

On the way to be

There are times you reach the clouds

Push limits that are allowed

On the way to be

You wonder where the truth lies

Stop and try some on for size

On the way to be

Just who you are

When there is love for you

When there is love for two

When there is love to be prepared

When there is love to be dared

When there is love to be shared

When there is love in the world from you

On the way to be

Who you are

On the way to be

Just who you are

Skipping rocks on the lake shore

Relaxing moments for your core

On the way to be

by Bill Ferguson

Where There Is Love

You’re a light in my eye

A star up in the sky

A bumper for my collision

An insight in my indecision

You’re a reason for my love

Shining through true enough

You fill up all my world

Leaving no stone unturned

Where there is love

There is you

Being one is what we do

Where there is love

There is you

Shining on through

by Bill Ferguson