The Words I Chose

Photgraph of Hands and CoffeeDid the words I chose freeze your heart?
I said what I thought would bring you here.
When I swear I love you, I mean true love.

If I see you again, my embarrassment will fade.
Our time together is saved and not spent.
I hope you understand how I feel.

I know we love each other.
I hope the words can start again.
I need true love and another chance.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Photo a Day Challenge, January, 6 – Happens Everyday – Wake up.. By Kamilla Oliveira [Image license]

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Fading Light of the Moon

MoonWe watch the fading light of the moon
We visit a busy garden by the river
Friendship reveals new possibilities

We met long ago and parted with joy
Her glance toward me meant it all
We enjoyed a silent dance that night
We were at peace in the new day

I noticed that she has had many changes
Slowly, she let me into her world
She longs for a new life and a new home
Loneliness and regret were taxing her soul
With the gift of a pleasant moment, she laughed

Today, the events were wonderful
Her path through life started again
We will have a beautiful journey together
Each dawn renews our love

I had welcomed her into my world
We connected with a strengthening bond
Each day we watch the moon grow brighter

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: moon014. By Shannon Kringen [Image license]

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Weapons of War

Atomic Bomb DomeThe weapons of war grow in power and speed.
The minds of men cannot keep pace.
They make life and death decisions.
Man is powerless in the face of his creations.

I’ll be glad when the men choose life.
If only their weapons were museum pieces.
Perhaps these steel arrows will begin to rust.
Changes need not follow a sudden crisis.

Abstract deaths are sterile and meaningless.
A pilot in a bunker has no guiding ethic.
The dehumanized carnage continues.
Thoughts of peace must grow stronger.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Cúpula de la Bomba Atómica (Atomic Bomb Dome). By Fidel Ramos [Image license]

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She is Gone

Lost and FoundI remember my shallow expressions of hope
from the last days of her life.
Each word she spoke, each mood she shared,
I didn’t expect while I was waiting.

In the past, we grew apart.
Time did not heal the broken bonds.
Once I learned of her illness,
my pride fell and I tried to amend.

The days we were together were strained.
I am sorry for the wrongs I did her.
Her earlier life is what I truly missed.
Time passes slowly now that she is gone.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Lost & Found. By Teensy-Weensy Pouchou [Image license]

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The Warmth of His Love

Ria del Eo (X111)The One Who Made Me knows my form.
I thank Him for His gifts of grace.
He made the days for me to share.
I light the face of a stranger with a smile.

The days to come are here already in His sight.
He sees the sunrises of tomorrow.
Birds of possibilities fly through the cosmos.
Creation’s beauty awakens me each day

I feel the warmth of His love.
My heart and mind are glad.
Hope and faith bring me endless opportunities.
The light He sheds fills the world.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Ria del Eo (XIII). By José Luis Mieza [Image license]

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The Temple

and you thought I had a lot of monkey picturesI have begun to see
that yesterday is wholly gone.
Each word that I spoke has faded.

I walk through a pure white city.
Its humble denizens are kind.
My voice is inadequate.

I want to transform this day
into a modern temple of marble.
However, I must wait for a sign.

As the times begin to change,
I have a choice to make.
Will I fight the foreordained?
Should I swim downstream?

My life is a book of years.
Each day fills a page.
My prayers are written upon them.

When the temple is complete,
my fears will fade away.
I will worship in peace.
Its light will fill me with hope.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: and you thought I had a lot of monkey pictures. By 顔なし / tasteful_tn [Image license]

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The Court of Love

trapI’ll learn to love again someday.

The life I lived was a trap.
I thought that I loved for love’s sake.

I am weeping today.
I am in the court of love.
I know the judge is fair.
She might tear my heart from me.

Love’s laws are tricky.
Those on the dark side of love
only find broken shards.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: trap. By dalius kniukšta [Image license]

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