Poetry of a Lifetime

Thursday, September 12, 2024

Gone Are The Days

Curled up on the couch

Your coffee cup in my hand

An old scented shirt

Summer rain on demand

Whispered melodies

Carried away on the breeze

I linger longer

Hoping to hear you please

Gone are the days

When you paddled to my door

A new understanding

Has rocked me to my core

Gone are the days

When you paddled to my door

A new understanding

Is here for evermore

Dusky days coddle

My deeply darkened mind

I must not prattle

About being left behind

My thoughts are worried

I long to reach you now

Past the veil of silence

Under a weeping bough

Gone are the days

When you paddled to my door

A new understanding

Has rocked me to my core

Gone are the days

When you paddled to my door

A new understanding

Is here for evermore

by Bill Ferguson

Wednesday, September 11, 2024

The Sun Also Rises

Slow mornings

Not much to say

Shower then coffee

I’ll be on my way

Be at work

A long time before nine

People ask

Tell em I’m feeling fine

Slow evenings

Wander through town

Looking in windows

Really feeling down

Wondering what there is

Left for us to say

Tomorrow

Will be a better day

The Sun Also Rises

On the other side of our hearts

Peaking in windows

Early before we depart

Whisper on the wind

Listen as it says

The Sun Also Rises

On a brand new day

Late at night

Arms wrapped ‘round you

Quiet discussions

Movement from the blue

Quietly seeing

Moment of clear truth

Moments like this

Always tend to soothe

by Bill Ferguson

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