I look into the day,

what for am I looking?

I feel an emptiness there,

unfulfilled space,

yesterday is full indeed,

it nags me in today,

I guess that's why,

I just can't fill the day with today,

The emptiness I feel is,

the fullness of yesterday,

does it seem to you,

that this poem is going nowhere?

except in circles?

If that is so,

what happens to tomorrow?

I don't see it anywhere!

Hope it's not too late!

I shoulda wrote earlier when my mind was buzzing with a theme,
The darkness has overcome those thaughts making them careen,
Lost everything that I was thinkin, no light left for a beam,
Not even is there a drop of juice in which I can ream,
Complete dryness now right down to each and every seam.
I hope that when I go to sleep I will see it in my dream.
And maybe there will be an enlargement to the scene,
That when I finally write it down I'll have something in which to preen.

Sweet white butterflies
bouncing atop the grass
looking like they're playing
doing a lovely dance
lightly fluttering at each other
trying to steal a kiss
while dancing up,up into the sky
as if they were in bliss.

Lovely Melody Lord Biro

Bravo, Lord Biro, oh sophisticate of words;
Not every tune needs a cluster of verse.
If we may whistle,hum,even la la la,or;
tap our toes and dance a terpsichore,
Then it seems to me our ears will delight,
and not need words to make it right.
Don't rack your brain for words so special,
We'll deem your lovely melody consequential.
~Becky~

Just beyond to far to reach and grab a hold on to bring in to keep,
a feeling so familiar haunts you like a ghost that seems to seep,
calling to your comfort zone 'it' with a nagging that just won't let go,
breaths your breath and consumes your memory's senses to flow.

Nights of old play back... I'm still here I won't go away,
do not take me lightly for I fade into a sligt decay,
as long as you are able bask in the current strength,
absorb like a sponge and bathe with delight the length.
Becky~03

Oh Lord Biro, the world is very cruel,
but all we have is what we see to work with as a rule,
anything that can be imagined, has many time been so,
someone who went before us, does already know.
We just add a different flavor to the pot,
when we attempt to rearange life from our tymey lot,
so, don't fret over the little things my friend,
what counts is what's going on right around the bend,
and if you need to borrow a word or an idea,
the way you present it is as original as anyone will see ya.
If you do anything less you might as well curl up and die,
so, head on my friend, use your wings and fly!
Becky~2002~

There is a wind a blowin,
it feels a bit stiff,
linen's on the line a showin,
how high up the lift.
The dog he is a howlin,
at every cracklin riff,
the cat she is a prowlin,
to catch a leaf in shift.
Becky 03