I stand before a hall with many gateways,
deciding which to choose grips hold my mind,
waiting to pounce life’s lioness awaits,
or could it be the love of one so kind.
Decisions rock on waves so vast and fraught,
just open one and peer inside to see,
so in I walk without thinking or thought,
’twas a lioness charging after me.
I spun to run the door it laughed and shut,
revealing darkness shadows playing and such,
a light beamed round a corner calling out,
so I followed but found the light of doubt.
perhaps if I had thought decisions through,
I would have gained a love so great and true.
Tag: poems
Morning by L. M. Montes
Mist arises from a grave unknown here,
tickling my mind so curiously,
then winds of thought spread far yet hovers near,
covering beauteous scents tapping me.
The sun lifts high and pulls the mist away,
and now grass sparkles on the brink of day,
flowers spotted diamonds of morn’s soft dew
are natures way of mixing its perfume.
A tiny cold nips at the finger tips,
while the sun prickles with warming tickles,
and the ocean of skies set forth the dyes
of bluish color hues as if on cue.
But alas a cloud of gray comes rushing
with storm winds pelting and rains a gushing.
Time by L. M. Montes
O’er the waves we sail,
To slow time’s pace but do fail,
Futile to prevail.
Tragedy so strikes,
Time it slows no speed it likes,
Through the heart it spikes.
by L. M. Montes
O’er the Sea by L. M. Montes
Salt water air the seagulls breath,
Sand glides toward the waters sheath,
White feathered wings tickle evening skies,
With rolling waves as they sail by.
by L. M. Montes
The Bay by L. M. Montes
Across the bay I gaze,
Mountains with hats of snow do laze,
Boats a-sailing waiver and weave
Upon the sapphire waves then leave.
by L. M. Montes
Vanished by L. M. Montes
A memory,
A thought,
In the foreground of your mind,
It sits awhile and lingers
In the glow before your eye.
Moments tease,
Others please,
In the foreground of your mind,
They sit awhile and linger
But your memories said goodbye.
You’re older,
You languish,
In the background of your mind,
You sit awhile and linger
To await a past that died.
The Time Piece by L. M. Montes
You placed me in my room
through a wall when punched with doom,
and on the floor I lie
with pain and marks of gloom.
I woke to tick tock tick
on a ground of cold dank brick,
A clock it caught my eye
with a face of blood and grit.
In the heat my heart it froze
when horror it did grow,
the gush and ooze of red
from the time piece it did flow.
By L. M. Montes
The Ride by L. M. Montes
I sat a top a horse and rode
on fields wet with dew,
a mist it hit me in the face
as my head thought of you.
Love’s Journey by L. M. Montes
Our love, a ruby crown
On high that soars in the breeze,
Grows aloft,
But no one ever sees.
Through pink cotton mist
With rubies above so adorned,
Walk with me
For our future there is born.
On eagles’ wings we fly
Our souls locked with love
For today, today
Our love carries us high above.
Time’s window of love, everlasting,
Passes fleet footed then gone in half minute’s time,
Hurry, hasten with me
Or remain ever repentant.
The joyful village of our hearts,
Beyond the beauty glistens,
Stay and venture to long lost gifts,
For which only you are smitten.
by L. M. Montes
from The Triunix of Time (book 1 in the Time Series)
The Casket Tree by L. M. Montes
In the forest stands a fingered tree,
With leaves and prickles that snatches me,
I stop and stare, its spell it casts,
And a wind doth blow the strongest blast.
Now out I gaze with unmoving eyes,
Upon the next victim who saunters by,
My leaves they prickle and snatches thee
As you pass by the casket tree.
By L. M. Montes
WRITE TIME AND AGAIN 