What if mom forgot to turn off the lights?

Pick up your shoes and referee fights.

What if she never washed another dish?

Didn't do the laundry or feed your fish.

What if mom didn't make you a snack?

Didn't remind you to take your backpack.

What if she never picked up your clothes?

Or wrappers, socks, and misplaced Legos.

What if mom never read to you in bed?

Didn't kiss ouchies or cheeks or foreheads.

What if instead she slept in till eight?

Waited until she was refreshed and awake.

What if she relaxed and read a good book?

Or watched T.V. while someone else cooked.

What if mom never nagged you as well?

Let the house get dirty and start to smell.

Or what if instead you worked as a team?

Maybe mom would be less stressed and mean.

See moms want to play and have lots of fun.

But she can't if her work's never done.

I opened my eyes and saw a light;

through childish sight

the light took flight.

"Fireflies!"

cried my sister dear

but I saw fairies

flitting near.

Little wings

delicate and soft

they would break

if I merely coughed.

I closed my eyes

and sprouted wings

a firefly

of the spring.

Listen, listen,

do you hear me sing?

The trees are the chorus

rustling in the wind,

the river adds music

wild and unpinned.

My wings carry me

higher and higher

I feel my soul

burning with fire--

"Sister! Sister!"

blink blink

open my eyes

but I still like to believe

that they're

not just

fireflies.

❋❋❋

Is it just me

Or does everything fade

Even those promises

That we once made?

Swept out to sea

Caught in a storm

All those promises

Soon lose their form

& where do they go

These broken words of sweet perfume?

Are they buried forevermore

Lost inside a bottomless tomb?

Who can know?

Who can say?

When we're the ones

Who throw them away

These words are wasted

Meaningless drivel

Pointless sentiment

That can become uncivil

Words are special

They can paint a picture

& should not be spoken

With malicious stricture

Words can build a tower high

& later tear that building down

So use your words with ample caution

Without an arrogant, frivolous crown

Always think before you speak

Don't let your words go for cheap

& most importantly don't make

A promise you will never keep

©CJ

'The sun loved 

the moon so much

that he died 

every night

to let her breathe.'

the beautiful forbidden lovers

never able to meet

to share warm kisses

but I remember the sneaky Moon

she sneaks out of her dark domain

I see her in bright daylight

swathed in the Sun's golden touch

opposite in the sky

they watch each other

with love so pure

although she is forbidden

in his bright domain

she is there

because she believes

that nothing is impossible

and the day comes

when they can meet

for but a few minutes

they embrace in fire

and we stare in wonder

as they meet

but then they must

drift apart

with broken hearts

she blows him kisses

whispers

'goodnight, my love'

as he sinks beneath the horizon

bursting into colors

and the Moon cries

and whispers

⠀⠀

'I love you.' ❋

⠀⠀

⠀⠀

⠀⠀

⠀⠀

⠀⠀

“Roses are red.”

(That’s what the rhyme said,

or rather, it writ

with poetic wit.)

“Violets are blue.”

(Would you pick that too

if yours was the choice

first giving this voice?)

“Sugar is sweet.”

(This never would meet

U.S.D.A. rules,

for label-craved fools.)

“And so are you.”

(A flourish so true

that angelic glee

would surely agree.)

Take each first line

from stanzas assigned

to end with quatrain

of loving refrain.

Or

Think up your own

with lyric home-grown;

a customized slant

like following rant?

Roses are red

and yellow and pink.

If you don't bring flowers

I'll think that you stink.

Violets are blue

or purple sometimes.

If you write me poems

then I prefer rhymes.

Sugar is sweet,

which I quite enjoy,

so candy is dandy

when making your ploy.

“And so are you”

fits oddly, at best,

for opening line

of poetry quest.

Many’s the time

these lines have been used.

Hope that my playing’s

not left them abused.

I’m having fun

to add to the queue

of “Roses are red”

and “Violets are blue”

“Everyone’s got something”

(struggles sight unseen)

Kindness holds the answer

Patience sets the scene

No need for derision

Leave behind disdain

Life will pass much sweeter

Everyone will gain

i'm tripping over shoelaces

and falling over beating hearts

while you are watching

with amused, worried eyes.

my fingers turn to ice

and i manage to mumble

"i like your hair" before

the world ends and

my shoelaces are strangling me.