Poetry of a Lifetime

Sunday, October 6, 2024

Body Count

The wasted opportunities

The scars created for effect

Experienced through dead eyes

Spectators on the horizon

Afraid to pay the admittance fee

Seeking reassurance

But giving nothing in return

But empty promises

People

Lying with their eyes

While their hands are busy

An old magic trick

Demanding

Entertainment

For the night

Viewing life

As a series of episodes

Seeking

The dream of a trophy wife

Loving and supportive

Meeting all their needs

Until they don’t

Or never could

Boundaries cease to exist

Until there is a sense of balance

A sense of belonging

A knowledge that change

Is needed

For growth to occur

Discovering that the limitations

Imposed

By our past

Are reflections

Of who we are expected to be

Not who we are

Adventurer

Actor

Mystic

In search of values

Proud of wounds

To be endured

Looking for the final goal

Which is never found

As it shape shifts

Defining every need

A shadow of consciousness

A body count

Necessary

Until

It’s not

by Bill Ferguson

Saturday, October 5, 2024

Time To Move On

There is a need

To be more than I am

To grow and change

To always see a new plan

To learn and live

To develop and more

For that to happen

One has to accept what’s in store

Perhaps it is circumstance

Perhaps it is fate

Time to move on

Before it is too late

The elastic is broken

Its tenure is gone

And with that it is time

To be moving on

There are no regrets

There are no goodbyes

Perhaps it is circumstance

Perhaps it is fate

Time to move on

Before it is too late

by Bill Ferguson

Friday, October 4, 2024

What Am I Getting Out Of This?

What am I getting out of this

Came a thought spreading from nowhere

How is it helping me grow

How can it lead me to be somewhere I need to be

How am I being enriched by this experience

What I am suppose to learn

I look hard and long

But still there is nothing that I see

My road stretches out far ahead

This is not the place I need to be

When I am getting nothing

It is time to move on to greener pastures

Where personal growth becomes a priority

Where there is more to achieve in life.

Where inertia isn’t a rampant disease

The path not taken is immaterial

If you are on the road to nowhere

by Bill Ferguson

Thursday, October 3, 2024

Sweep Them Away

A voice cries out in the night

Wanting solace from the cold

Whispering softly as in flight

The darkness grows rather old

I feel a tug at my sleeve

Seeking escape from the dark

Bending trees shed falling leaves

Winter is about to start

She lies stately on my bed

Arms wrapped around in comfort

Her mind miles away instead

Avoiding a nightly sport

The lies we tell in our hearts

Mysteries surround our day

Nightmares amid broken parts

The truth would sweep them away

by Bill Ferguson

Wednesday, October 2, 2024

What If

What if

I drew you

And then

You drew me

What if

We did talk

Because

Talk is free

There are dreams in our lives

Our eyes light up

As we search

And we search

For signs

They hold the key

Of what we could be

What if

We did learn

About

What we see

What if

Time stood still

Inspired

Just to be

by Bill Ferguson

Tuesday, October 1, 2024

Greener Pastures

Stones out on the road

Thoughts ready to explode

Looking for greener pastures

Words on a blank page

Mind ready to engage

Looking for greener pastures

Greener pastures

Desiring greener pastures

Looking for greener pastures

Imagine what we find

Fingers wine and dine

Looking for greener pastures

As words wash ashore

Concepts are explored

Looking for greener pastures

They heed our beckoning call

Words on the page

Capture so subtly our thoughts

Building tension

Giving all its got

As we approach greener pastures

Looking for greener pastures

Greener pastures

by Bill Ferguson

Monday, September 30, 2024

The Power Of Our Choice

Scoured through the weeds

Through the towering reeds

Showering our thoughts with aphorisms

Building strongly worded wisdoms

The point was never to choose

But the power to make the choice

Was our option for growth

Was the strength of our voice

The power of our choice

Rejoice in the streets

Hoist banner entreats

Employ the choice to seek our visions

Poise and grace in our decisions

The point was never to choose

But the power to make the choice

Was our option for growth

Was the strength of our voice

The power of our choice

by Bill Ferguson

Sunday, September 29, 2024

All Over You

Once we were deep

As deep as we could be

I only thought of you

And you only thought of me

We were more than good

Better than all of our friends

We were solid

Never had to pretend

Now I’m all over you

It’s sad that this has to end

I have so moved on

On that you can depend

Once it was you

But now thats a dead end

I’m all over you

This is the end

We took our time

Built a friendship of trust

Believed in each other

Made a plan that was a must

Strong in its wisdom

Strong in the signs of our love

Built it to last

Now it wasn’t enough

Now I’m all over you

It’s sad that this has to end

I am so moving on

On that you can depend

Once it was you

But now thats a dead end

I’m all over you

This is the end

Weakness of the heart

Weakness of the mind

Searching for something

That one can never attain

by Bill Ferguson