I don't like calendars.
The constant march of weeks and months,
tracking them methodically as we go.
Fewer days for us to live.

This morning, I awake
and brush these thoughts aside.
The light through the drapes makes no promises,

but beckons me to rise
and welcome the tiny Pacific Wrens
often seen through our window.

I check the orange tree through the glass
to see if some have ripened enough
for our morning table.

Superman came into my life
He talked to me
He listened to me
He made me feel good again
And then he went away

He told me that I had nothing to fear
That I was enough for everything
That I could be the very best I could be
And it came true

My superman did not fly in the sky
He did not leap tall buildings in
A single leap

He is an ordinary man
With a spectacular skill
The ability to make me feel good again

He gave me the tools
To live again
In the fullest possible way

Neopoet

Neopoet is the site to see
If a poet is what you want to be

Words on a page are more than just ink
They are the realities of what we think

Your feelings and emotions are clearly freed
Here in front of fellow members to read

Suggestions are made to better each submission
Enabling us to to increase our ambition

Encouragement is provided each and every day
Teaching and showing us all the way

A place to make your poems more snappy
A site that makes one so very happy

The world's an empty place,
Full of hearts with dreams engraved in their chests.
Hands are stretched out in struggling fantasy,
Trying to outlive fingers hovering in faith.
Hell's let loose and her dark clouds roll over the streets.
There's no mercy here and faith is all but weakness

Heaven too sits still, void of his maker
Prayers and supplications hanging on thin air
Saviours and Helpers watching to pick the ones whose names ring sweetly,
Calvary is full of tears and crosses are laid up in sadness

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man
Find me a lover fast as you can
Find me a sweet boy, make it quick
Not too fast or I’ll get sick.

Sick with love,
No cure by medicine.
Do you love me?
Don’t be hesitant.

Hesitant love is not for me
Love me deep and true and free.
Do these things and you’ll be mine
Be my boy til the end of time.

Whispers on the wind
from a loving freind.
Taken by surprize
they are hard to come by.

When the dark clouds scatter
you might take a chance.
Just to visit, fraternize
lie down there beside her.

Make love until the sun
is swallowed in the sea.
Walk along the shoreline
lie down upon the sand.

Given this one chance
which may or may not come again.
A freind whom you can spend time with.
and walk into the sunset

What a great number this is
And what a great day it was
That deep sob
That came from deep inside me

I came there
To clear my head
And I did

I heard the words
Almost
Although I was surprised
And didn't really notice
Or even understand
But how good it felt!

I still feel it
Even more today
And every day

It was the sob
That stopped me from
The poison in my mind

I erased it
I replaced it
Because I am enough
And from that day on
I became a winner

i found a red light that turned to green
the moment i sped past

that hour’s train thundered above as
i threatened the glossy paint
against the stone trestle
of the railroad bridge

the fog of thinking dissolved on that
cold road as I watched it
consumed underneath,
seventy miles per hour
pulling the yellow snake
across the black

i thought about abbreviations
the way you squeeze otherwise respectable words
as you punch out the order for a classified

I know because
I've fallen in love again

Where did you put my heartbreak?

God is a Lover
God is a Mother

I'm here for it

My Goddess
I'm
HERE For it

Enshrouded in your impact,
I feel
IMPACTED AND IMPACTFUL

Christmas
Great day for love
Filled with happiness
Time to gather family closer
Yuletide