A Cascading Waterfall

It is as certain as a painted blue sky

In full view of a saddened twilight picture exposed

Of immeasurable circumstance in want

Nor to be adored by praise of men

Then we come into the fullest conclusion

A vast audience in people in search of

The quaint solace of a midnight whisper

To captivate the moment with a smile

Still to know all the great while

A cascading waterfall

Hence, it’s gravitational pull may bring some down

Creativity is pure gold,

No matter what you do for a living

The work that we put forth today

Has a great investment toward the future

The poet still look intently into their works

Today their is something very rotten in Demark

A cascading waterfall just may light that spark

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The lonesome wanderer

As a vested pointed investment

One is still compatible in producing a brightened smile

It’s inner capability is such as that of a lavish spring

With full intent in ever harvesting a crop

That lonesome wanderer often likes to worry a lot

Nor does his given aim to fame ever seem to put him on the spot

A hero is always welcome yet seldom is forgotten

Unlike the vigilante’s who sought a killer’s death with Ben Laden

A twig stuck in the mud out on the patio

To haunt the lonesome wanderer outside exposed to the elements

Ripped with shreds apart

A lone hand extends to help him out & then

The lonesome wanderer looks for loop holes out of clay soup bowls

Some were captivated with a brightened smile

Still others knew all the great while

How good of a thing is pen on paper

The lonesome wanderer maybe a caped crusader

Will derive some truth out of a beaten path

For some this inner link may take too long to grasp

A notion of a given thought by which to ponder

For others this may occur a call up yonder

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Within Quaint Conversation

Today I painted a beautiful portrait in my head

Kind of a silloquette with some tainted

A paradox of a traveler’s thoughtful mind

Next I knew the portrait grew a pair of eyes

With a rivoting speech with some soft reply

Then hestitant at first to exchange a reflection

To sorrow no more in it’s vain rhetoric mix

We all must seek to get our eyes checked or even fixed

This on the realization of what is fair and good

Then some often get stuck in some kind of rut

A reason to recapture some sought after excursion

Very beneficial in neglecting what is justifiale or even sacrimental

We thought of taking quaint walks along the countryside together

Holding each others hands as we strolled arm & arm

A quaint conversation amidst the frantic everyday benediction.