Do they look in awe and wonder

At the beauty in a tree

Or see the gift of nature

That is the bumblebee.

Take time to stop and listen

To a blackbird or a thrush

Feel stinging of the nettles

As against their bodies brush.

While walking early morning

Hear the rippling of the river

Movement of the native buds

As in the breeze they quiver.

Never hearing that sweet silence

All around them, screaming, yelling

Living in the Centre of

A built up urban dwelling.

J.Poet 7 ( wordverse.me )

Dreams

You just walked into my dream
A friend for years I have not seen
You always have been on my mind
Only time I could not find.

Strange how life just past us by
Days, weeks, quickly fly
Meaning always to get in touch
A short phone call is not too much.

Quickly now it’s not too late
– Once again I hesitate.
Alas your voice I cannot hear
I didn’t know the end was near.

J.poet 7 ( wordverse.me )

Everything’s coming up roses

Kind Words

Think not only of oneself

Keep your anger on the shelf

Thoughts uttered now in haste

Can only be with venom laced.

Instead why not take a breath

Let the ire within you set

Close your eyes, meditate

At times it’s best to stop and wait.

For kind words often softly spoken

Mend a heart so sadly broken

A gentle hand, a warm embrace

Can put a smile upon a face.

J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )

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