Here Are More Of My Poems And Lyrics....

a haiku 

Summer thunderstorms

Sound like God's bowling alley.

That thought makes me smile.

  Maybe There's A Reason

Maybe I'm just 

too plain, or too thin,

to catch the attention

of the right men.

Maybe my glasses,

or '32B's,

are the things that

are failing to please.

Maybe my age,

makes it too late,

for men to ask me

out on a date.

Maybe because

I seem solemn to some,

they never find out

I'm a whole lot of fun!

Maybe because

I'm a little too wild,

or maybe, for them,

I'm a little too mild.

Maybe   

my not finding love

is not because 

I'm not enough.

Maybe they're 

just not my type,

even when

they do seem nice.

Maybe they

just left a store,

as I was coming

in that door.

Maybe moving

out of state,

cost me the man

I'm meant to date.

Maybe I was

asked to dance,

and he assumed

I have romance.

Politics,

could be why,

I've not found love

with any guy.

Maybe there's

too many jerks,

and guys that have

repulsive quirks.

Maybe he

just doesn't see,

all the good things

about me.

Maybe he 

just got fed up.

Stopped his search.

Gave up on love.

He might be home,

watching TV,

not going out

and finding me.

Maybe he

just got a pet,

and now he feels like,

he's all set.

Maybe he thinks,

he is gay, 

or bi, or something,

but not straight.

Maybe someone 

stole his heart,

before we met.

Kept us apart.

Perhaps the one that

I was meant for,

joined the service

and died in war.

I am a 'night owl',

through and through,

and that could be

the reason, too.

Most folks rise

to greet the day,

but that has never

been my way.

It makes it really

hard to meet,

when they're awake 

while I'm asleep.

Or maybe God 

decided He

wouldn't make 

a man for me.

Regardless of

the reason why,

it is sadly true,

that I, 

have never met

my true soulmate.

It seems like

love is not my fate.

The Object Of Our Love

It's not what they are,

but how we feel,

that lets us know

our love is real.

We feel inspired by

stirred emotion

(which evokes

our deep devotion

to the person,

pet, or thing),

that woke our heart

and made it sing.

That is why,

if feelings change,

though that object

seems the same,

We see it  

in a different way,

than we did

just yesterday.

There's nothing

we can do about,

falling in love,

and falling out.

                                 Love Is A Drug    

Love can be a dangerous drug

when it's toxic but we can't get enough.

When we know that we should leave it alone,

but behave in ways we cannot condone.

It drives us to do things we normally wouldn't.

and act in ways that we probably shouldn't.

It alters the brain and short-circuits our thinking, 

causing poor choices like excessive drinking.

When love's unhealthy it can cause us great pain.

Keep us from sleeping and drive us insane.

It gets in our system and takes full control.

We are left helpless as it grips our soul.

Healthy love can cause us to thrive,

but toxic love can drive us to die.

Going through it is really rough.

I did survive it, but that was tough.

There's nothing worse than trying to get free

of loving someone who didn't love me.

He Didn't Protect My Heart

He looked me in the eyes,

and told me several lies.

The usual game guys play.

When for them it's not real,

they don't care how you feel,

or about what you have to say.

Their ego gets pumped,

and then you get dumped.

It was never about love for them.

Be careful who you

give your heart to,

or never do that again.

                   

                          

Boxes

Stop fitting into boxes
that other folks provide.

Climb out of those containers

and toss them all aside.

They don't get to tell you

who you're s'posed to be.

God's the one who made us 

each to be unique.