Near the River

Silent Alley
There is a small village near the river.
The sun shines on it to bring a great bounty.
Plants and animals grow strong through the summer.

On lazy evenings, all join together in a quiet song.
They sing with joy as summer fades to autumn.
They are united in their hope for the coming harvest.

The river flows down from distant mountains.
Its clear, cool water teems with life.
Fishermen pursue an honorable career along its path.

Perhaps this village is only an idea.
However, I hope to find a peaceful village soon.
I look forward as I pursue the dream.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Silent Alley. By Miguel Virkkunen Carvalho Image license

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Jewels in the Sky

Distant Planet
See the jewels in the sky—they each are a precious world.
Someday you may walk on one. Someday you will travel far.
Sometimes, I expect too much from the future.
I want to promise you the journey that fills my dreams.

Pictures of alien mountains dart through my mind.
It would astound me—if I could only follow my heart.
When I imagine these places, I earnestly hope for success.
I think of a future filled with great deeds and adventures.

The world below my feet is solid and familiar.
I would give it up for a trip to a different world.
I’ve been through it in my mind again and again.
The possibilities seem just beyond my grasp.

Can you imagine a glimpse of what I see above?
Bright spots of light draw near as the sun sets.
Just look at the sparkling lights above.
As in ages past, their mysteries are infinite.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

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© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Distant Planet. By Paul Bailey Image license

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A Small Path

Hidden PathIn the forest, a small path is hiding.
I found it after a long search.

The builders of the road have left.
Local animals use the trail each day.
I watch carefully, but there is nothing.

Rumors claim that the way is haunted.
I don’t believe that fantasy.
I debate whether to mark the way for others.
My friends say the hidden should remain obscure.
Others want me to explore and share.
Myself, I try to protect the mystery.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

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© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Hidden Path. By Image license

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Aging Shoes

Old'N'Worn shoesMy shoes have reached middle age.
Their soles are worn.
The laces, badly frayed.
They were a gift from years ago.
I love their vibrant colors.

I value these shoes highly.
They are pleasant to wear.
My feet are happy
as I journey across town.
They smile when I walk to school.

However, they won’t last forever.
Eventually, my feet will break out.
Once the edges tear,
rain will leak through the holes.
I want to wait as long as I can.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Old’N’Worn. By Peter Kirkeskov Rasmussen Image license

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A Distant Strength

Lady Everest BeckonsThe distant mountain has a silent strength.

The beckoning heights fill my imagination.
I wish I could visit its slopes soon.

I have gone away to travel the world.
Other mountains fill my memory.
Their shapes vary; their colors change.
They are tall, but they are not home.

I have a deep longing for nature.
I wonder what I would see from its distant peak.
The mountain fills my mind with awe.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Lady Everest Beckons. By Christian Ortiz Image license

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Night Will Come

FootstepsBecause the “whys” are old,
I see that reason has no power.
What’s in my face today, I hate.
Everyday, I only see clouds.

When the sun is shining.
I hide from the stifling heat.
Light surrounds me as I sleep

Today I am walking alone.
I take my steps on a path of mud.

Soon the night will come.

Where do my steps lead today?
I climb the stair slowly.

Every word that she said that day
reverberates in my soul.
I regret the love I broke.

A tree is standing tall.
I watch its leaves in the wind.
What can I see today?
I am sorry I failed you again.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

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© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Footsteps. By umar malik Image license

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The Day I Want

George Washington National Forest
Will the day go as I want?

I have detailed plans and strategies.
I must follow them through to the end.
I am honest when I say they are worthwhile.
They will lead me to the life I need.

Life is too slow for me.
I see too few changes each day.

I know that I am going someplace else.
I am yearning for a new adventure.

My destination is far away.
I haven’t planned the route to take.

When I arrive, it all will be different.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: George Washington National Forest. By David Clow Image license

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