Standing on the sidelines,
watching life go by,
feet get stuck in a mire’s muck,
when I never give a try.
Tag: poems
The Troubles by L. M. Montes
Before me rolled the ocean
in to shore then ran away,
tis like a problem,
washing over,
then gone to bug another day.
There stood on wooden steps
my thoughts aloft and set adrift,
a noise behind me niggled,
with crescendo starting in
to send me to an early crypt.
But I moved past in safety’s arms,
ignoring evil’s threats,
the noise rolled in,
then ran away,
for me it did not get.
Dive In by L. M. Montes
Dive in, to the words,
paint them using your mind
as they travel through your eyes,
plummet down your neck,
across to each shoulder,
float along your arms
to fingertips,
brushing their way across
paper and screen,
and morphing stories
from idea to creative means.
Sound within a Sound by L. M. Montes
Over the roar of the ocean
waves whisper,
over the screeching wind
gales speak,
over the clapping of leaves
birds sing.
Inner Run by L. M. Montes
A mist invaded within
my core to run
and keep on running,
shadows past lay
sunken low
in veiled realms unknowing.
Sprinkles of Peace by L. M. Montes
A beach swathed in varied light as time moves on–
mountains dressing themselves in snow with honored presence–
melodious music sprinkling peace from beaks of birds–
leaves on trees waving as wind rushes by–
a kiss caressing a cheek–
a hand holding the gentle and meek–
passion’s emotive gaze from eye to eye.
Mistaken by L. M. Montes
I strolled along in the park one day
enjoying a floral scene,
until a tap on my shoulder I felt
compelled me to turn around,
it was a man with reddened face
who hurled words with daggered grace,
I turned do leave but hit the ground
when me he tripped and there he dwelt,
“Sir, why do you have to be so mean,
I am not the person whose name you say.”
Oceanic Symphony by L. M. Montes
In the roar of the ocean
the waves whisper–
breezes tickle–
feathering their way
over waters so vast,
conducting a symphony
so loud yet so fair.
The Storm by L. M. Montes
Thunder cracked and split a booming blast,
darkness shut the sunlight with one whap,
winds whirled wide and slapped me like a gnat,
rain encased within a cloud-filled sky
pelted passionate pellets till I die.
Lightning stung dark clouds and lit the night,
as day passed on and waved a sad good bye,
wind a swirl threw its tantrum true,
tearing trees and tossing them askew.
In Your Pocket by L. M. Montes
Where is yourself
that you hide
in your pocket?
Are you guided
by a helping hand
from a friend?
Do you not trust
but instead
hide from others?
Rise above your
defenses holding
you down.
Be strong within
but cautious
and not put down.
Sing your strengths
with embellishment
all around.
The inner you
will prosper
and not drown.
WRITE TIME AND AGAIN 