Poetry of a Lifetime

Tuesday, September 10, 2024

We Reached

You asked the question

That drew me close to you

Significant meaning

Was ascribed by we two

Intellectual

Logical

Clearly we heard

A clarion call

We reached

Another level of commotion

We reached

Another level of emotion

We reached

Human instinct devotion

Feeling from the start

Our hearts strong promotion

Your eyes focused on me

Our hearts both read the need

Filling with intensity

Desirous in our heat

Physical

Rhythmical

Clearly we heard

The clarion call

We reached

Another level of commotion

We reached

Another level of devotion

We reached

Human instinct emotion

Feeling from the start

Our hearts strong promotion

Instinct leads us to feel this way

Something new happens every day

We reached

Another level of commotion

We reached

Another level of emotion

We reached

Human instinct devotion

Feeling from the start

Our hearts strong promotion

by Bill Ferguson

Monday, September 9, 2024

Butterflies

Flutter

On the wind

Taking the journey

To there

And back again

Thousands of miles

Trusted to their fate

Butterflies

Journeys

Are never late

by Bill Ferguson

Sunday, September 8, 2024

Cry Me A River

The wind ripples

Over the blue waters

White caps rise

To their fate

Currents carry them

To distant shores

Urging them

To not be late

Cry me a river

Stand and deliver

Promises made

Promises kept

Cry me a river

What I’ve come to expect

Forest fires cleanse

Scrub nature clean

New experiences

Encouraging the unforeseen

Seedlings do sprout

As if it was their fate

New beginnings

Are never late

by Bill Ferguson

Saturday, September 7, 2024

Fire and Ice

Romantic gestures

Touch the light

Special words

Just seem right

What I see

In your eyes

Fire and ice

In disguise

Fire and ice

In the night

Intriguing moments

Seem so right

It burns down

To the ground

Fire and ice

When you’re around

Little gifts

Warm my heart

Entry moments

From the start

Dancing close

I feel the heat

Fire and ice

On repeat

Fire and ice

Form the night

Intriguing moments

Seem so right

It burns down

To the ground

Fire and ice

When you’re around

Clutching at

Well worn straws

Making it

A final draw

Don’t need fire

Don’t need ice

Common sense

Makes it right

by Bill Ferguson

Friday, September 6, 2024

His Palm Was Cornered

His palm was cornered

Caught in a sequence

Fumbling, festering

Fostered in frequence

Filled with visions

Swept up in its praise

His palm was cornered

No doubts were raised

by Bill Ferguson

Thursday, September 5, 2024

An Ode To Noodles

A noodle of lust

Pushing at the seams

Sequencing factor

A connoisseur’s dreams

Every waking moment

Setting the stage

For a luscious noodle

To become engaged

In reptilian splendor

Divinely reposed

Soft and tender

Graciously nosed

Open epicures

Prey on the mind

Splendid noodles

Craftily refined

On a world stage

On a fresh plate

Well crafted noodles

Splendid in sate

A feast devine

Epicure’s weave

Their fantasies

Are dreams received

by Bill Ferguson

Wednesday, September 4, 2024

Jamais Vu

It doesn’t seem right

It seems strange

Fragmented

Tired of the repetition

Reality

Transforms

Into something new

Directing me

To a different view

Jamais Vu

In conversation

You became unknown

Disorientation set in

As I see you with new eyes

Awkward phrases are noticed

You are lost in meaning

Jamais Vu

by Bill Ferguson

Tuesday, September 3, 2024

Kingsley

A voice calls out

Weakly in the dark

Breathing is rather shallow

A pain is in the heart

It is in this moment

When lights go off in my brain

Life is truly fleeting

For those who do remain

There was little to be done

Injuries were too great

We gave you love and comfort

Hoping to ease away your pain

There was this tender moment

When you ceased to be alive

Warm memories keep flooding in

Of life when you were fine

A cat at the crossroads

Curious to the core

Searching for adventures

Waiting outside the screen door

Stalking an elusive chipmunk

A butterfly if you pleased

Rest easily my friend

With your new inner peace

by Bill Ferguson

Monday, September 2, 2024

Wild Times In The Cemetery

Resurrectionists return in all their glory

Ghostly spectacles chasing down their dreams

Planners planning one more party

Family reunions under midnight beams

All the dead and mangled forms

Returning for one night

Discussing the state of their deaths

Everyone has a complaint

About a lifetime that’s gone by

Still claiming that it’s all a ruse

Wild times in the cemetery

All who enter will be confused

It's not the quiet place one supposes

The inhabitants will be elated at the news

Orators on the merits of rising once again

Hucksters still trying to sell their souls

Spectres and spectacles recreating deadly scenes

Nervous phantoms meeting to discuss the state of being dead.

Party crashers lates as always

Reluctant shadows checking out the score

Ghostly games played with skin and bones

Death deniers at their game

Boundaries of death have remained

When the sun shines they rest in quiet repose

Wild times in the cemetery tonight

All who enter will be confused

It's not the quiet place one supposes

The inhabitants will be elated at the news

by Bill Ferguson