Poetry of a Lifetime

Saturday, September 28, 2024

My Home

It’s hard to believe in fairy tales

When that is not what I see

The way that things are moving here

It's not how things should be

I’m not looking for a paradise

I’m not sure what is sought

I’m not one to be filled with awe

I’m not one to be bought

That’s not my life

That’s not where I am going

Got to be

What I believe

What I feel

When I see it

I know where my home is to be

Got tired of others direction

There were no seeds to be sown

Needed inspiration in order to grow

I have to seek what is unknown

That's my life path

To be in search of real me

Got to be

What I believe

What I feel

When I see it

I know where my home will be

by Bill Ferguson

Friday, September 27, 2024

When The Wind Whispers

When I see you smile

Thoughts are twinned

Ideas they do blend

Words are whispered in the wind

When I see you smile

Eyes track and do attend

Flowing thoughts on the mend

Words are whispered and extend

Late at night

Music touches our soul

When the wind whispers

It whispers soft and low

Thoughts gather and they flow

We watch loving thoughts grow

When the wind whispers

When I see you smile

Raising concepts

Placing them in the fore

Engaging whispers in the wind

by Bill Ferguson

Thursday, September 26, 2024

A Day At The Beach 2

Wind pushed waves

Break on the shore

Amusing onlookers

By the score

Feeling Excited

As the sun

Warms their bodies

Easing their aches

Washing away

A long week

Miles of sandy beaches

Push their imaginations

As they dance

With the waves

Play amongst

The underwater dunes

Feeling the undercurrent gently

Prod them during their

Swimming marathons

Some stroll in conversation

Some idly tan

Others toss

Balls

In excitement

While others

Build

Enormous sandcastles

That will be washed away in the ebb

And flow of nature's rhythm

Lasting

Until the sun drops

Romantically

Sending rays of light

Bouncing

Off the waves

Before dipping

Beyond the horizon

by Bill Ferguson

Wednesday, September 25, 2024

Speed

Speed is of the essence

Whizzing and cutting

Ignoring boundaries

Invading spaces

Setting hearts a flutter

No advantages sought

It is merely a game

Their cut throat squeezes

Satisfies their ego

Not a wobble, not a turn

Not a bump in the road

Violently they urge more

As the tires spin and burn

The engine purrs with delight

Floating through the air

Dewy moonlit nights

Ultimately finding despair

Amongst the sirens

And flashing lights

by Bill Ferguson

Tuesday, September 24, 2024

This Train

You worry

Then you complain

Then you seek

To explain

It’s an old

Familiar refrain

Let’s let’s get down

From this moving train

by Bill Ferguson

Monday, September 23, 2024

I’ll Be Home Soon

The swish of a paddle

The call of the loon

Waves breaking over the bow

I’ll be home soon

A campfire at night

The hiss of the wood

Roasted marshmallows on fire

I’ll be home soon

Long grown trees

Sitting on a hill

A brand new dock

At the ices will

In my thoughts

Everyday

Long to be there

Where there's a will there's a way

A cool summer morning

Leaves bristle on high

Doves coo their summer warning

I'll be home soon

Summer becomes the fall

The water starts to cool

Wood stove blazes red hot fire

I’ll be home soon

by Bill Ferguson

Sunday, September 22, 2024

Where Do I Begin

Designer phrases

Magazine articles holding sway

Defining moments in my life

Where do I begin

Keeping it simple

No outside thoughts get in the way

Patent poses meant to stay in line

Where do I begin

If it really matters

If my life is someone’s to design

If my life is for someone to define

Who am I

What am I

Possibilities

Choices that are mine to make

Learning so much from mistakes

It’s where I begin

If it really matters

If my life is someone’s to design

If my life is for someone to define

Who am I

What am I

Where am I

Some time soon

I have to begin

by Bill Ferguson

Saturday, September 21, 2024

This Is Where We Begin

Checkmated

Consecrated

Where do we begin

Disavowed

Not allowed

The door is open to sin

Let your inhibitions run wild

Release your inner child

This Is where we begin

Dominated

Complicated

Where do we begin

Aggravated

Deprecated

The door is open to sin

Let your inhibitions run wild

Release your inner child

This Is where we begin

Fascinated

Formulated

Now we have begun

Motivated

Syncopated

We’ve let your lives begin

Let your inhibitions run wild

Release your inner child

This Is where we begin

by Bill Ferguson

Friday, September 20, 2024

Turbulent Waters

Turbulent waters rush away

Land disappears under its tow

Sacrifices made, dreams are lost

Challenging what you know

Turbulent waters

Yearning to relate

Turbulent waters

Churning with our fate

Our lives are in constant reclaim

Beautiful moments lost in time

Passionate about our future

A world not yet defined

Turbulent waters

Yearning to relate

Turbulent waters

Churning with our fate

Distant lands one day reappear

Animals walk upon the shore

Two hearts soon to be joined as one

Will live for evermore

Turbulent waters

Yearning to relate

Turbulent waters

Churning with our fate

by Bill Ferguson

Thursday, September 19, 2024

Painted Picture

A reflection of the day

It’s just a painted picture

Since you went away

Distant memories

That lit up romantic days

Triggering emotions

That have not faded away

In your heart you were so sure

That you would be with me to this day

But the end came about so quickly

Now all that’s left is me

It’s what has to be

Painted Picture

The smiles are combined

It’s just a painted picture

Staying fresh in my mind

SInce you went away

by Bill Ferguson