Author Archives: EKT Writes Poetry

Happy Birthday, Hubby

I wonder if you know who you really are

You are quite complex, you know

There is nothing simple about you

Not your walk or your talk or even your sense of humor

I’ve never met anyone quite like you

You portray the grizzly bear but underneath is the teddy bear

I never tire of listening to you when you are inflamed by a topic

It feeds your deep desire to know

So, you search and read and learn and continue to search

You are quite complex, you know

I will always be grateful that I met you

And, had this wonderful opportunity to share your life

We have done so many wonderful things together

Traveling here and there

We have experienced the good and the bad

We seem to survive with a better understanding of what is important

It can be quite complex, you know

I knew it wouldn’t be easy to be married to you

But, I don’t think marriage should be easy

It should be an intense learning experience, and it has been

I couldn’t have married anyone other than you, you and I both know that

You touched my inner soul

And, that is quite complex, you know

My love for you is so very deep and so

I hope this birthday is special, as special and complex as you are

She sucks you in, like a vacuum
You believe her, so like an idiot
And, when you find the truth
You run with the speed of a chariot

Her brain doesn’t work quite right
It is filled with hate and lies
And, when you find the truth
You feel like you’ve been despised

When you realize she’s broken
A victim of World War II
And, when you find the truth
You realize you are through

You cannot mend this broken
It occurred so long ago
And, when you find the truth
You cry from the pain of the foe

The sadness comes from a history
A history that is so hard to bear
And, when you find the truth
Your heart is broken with no room to spare

You can love her from a distance
It is the only logical way
And, when you find the truth
You are forced to stay away

The sadness is overwhelming
Your heart can hardly suppress
And, when you find the truth
It is time to end the stress

Storm on the Front

I keep editing this poem as I don’t want to offend anyone.
The person in the poem could be anyone who has been affected by war.

The Head or the Heart

“The winner takes all.” she said. So, I listened with my head

“You must use the positive start.” So, I listened with my heart.

That’s all I needed to know, for the heart to win just so

The heart is the source of feeling, emotion from it revealing

If your heart is always used, it will lead you from being confused

When dealing with human life, free from worry, free from strife

It is the path that will work out, from this there is no doubt

It takes patience to learn, and is not something of concern

When thinking with your head, remember, it is the ego instead

It is certainly an art, that of thinking with the heart

The next time you need to know, close your eyes to think quite slow

The answer will come to you, as if quite out of the blue

Your heart will always deliver, and you will be a true believer

The Poisoned Mind

I wander along the path as it never ends

I find that people do not want to make amends

They would rather be biting and hateful and such

It doesn’t really matter who they hurt so much

They tell lies and stories to meet their needs

Their stories loaded with ideas to create disease

As they poison the minds of those that are near

No one checks the story or they would find fear

That someone could manipulate and so easily sway

Not one person will stop it or stand in the way

So, I wander the path as it never ends

Knowing that I will find gracious peace with my friends

The Hummingbird

Today is not the same as it was yesterday. Hm. Well, that isn’t anything new. I was watching the birds in the yard. Ok, I think they were talking to me. But, mostly, they were just being birds and, oh, I forgot to tell you that they are hummingbirds. Yes, they buzz around and are good for the pomegranates. I just love pomegranates. And, I really love hummingbirds.

Once, while sitting, I knew what I saw

A tiny hummingbird without any flaw

It changed direction and flew by my ear

I wanted to touch it and hold it near

Looking at the bird, I saw the shimmer

Its sparkling feathers were all about glimmer

As it moved, it hummed from which came its name

What a unique descriptor giving it fame

I’m delighted to say that we have not just one

Each morning I watch them as I sit in the sun

They hum and move and create such delight

I want them to stay close, within my sight

I want them to hum so my heart takes a jump

Then, one flies by me, the tiniest little chump

I hear it, I see it, I wish I could touch

I just really love the hummingbird so very much