BOO

AH! I am white as a ghost
My eyes are deep seated
Staring at you I wonder
Do I have a reflection
In my precious mind
It is dark! My soul?
It is clever , it seeks
Attention in the heavens
I am a chosen one
It astounds me
I am me ! I am sound
And the love I found
Is near!!  
I exasperate
I choose the moment
In time
Soon the day comes
That I will disappear
In the mean time I am with you
What should I do?
Break the vow
May death do us part
I am astounded
It is breaking my heart
But I am with you
I stay with you
Soon I will go to heaven
And I will boast
In the skies
When I do
That I finally left, indeed
Then faith will be with seed...

HALLOWEEN FAN?

I raised a brow
Just sitting here
Thinking of you
Writing my reflections
Soon it will be the midnight hour
When I posed I thought
I could just make your day
So if you trick or treat
And the time is near
May the day be blessed and safe
And if you should carve a pumpkin
May he face reality
With the eyes upon you
And a smile on your face
I leave a trace
with the little ape
Standing beside you
And the message is clear
That on Halloween this year
Love permeates with innosense
And with a little from a friend
May it swarm within you, hence
So be it! I send my love

FLOWERS AND FRILLS

The morning dew ! Feeds my precious flowers
They bloom I open my eyes on the new day morn
I visualize reality! My garden I walk
Beneath my attitude - I pick the flowers
Breathing the aroma - I am oblivious
I feel my senses swarm through me
Wondering do I mark reality with the bud
I start with the rose! It's remarkable
Rubies are brilliant of its divine color
The hues saturating my mind - with thorn
Still life becomes me , soon beneath the snow
The twig lives on and dies in the wintertime
I know in my heart that that little rose
Delicate and pure of prevalent reality
Brings me love and a sense of tranquility
Still yet in bloom! A weed ! The dandelion
Stunting the growth by roots of grass
It dawned on me - I am infatuated
I pull it and pick this yellow blossom
It strengthens me into my precious mind
That at the same time it brings tears to my eyes
Down memory lane the bouquet in disguise
Was a gift from a toddler yet years ago
It means something and this time as time goes by
I sit by the window pane - I shall not cry
I open the door ! I dried out my flowers
In my heart I welcomed a dish too of memory lane
Along with the beauty of flowers and all of the frills
I ponder as I  see each dried petal remind me of pain.....

CURIO

The ultimate aura of a curio
And the curiosity vivid in the imagery
Poetic style with conclusion resulting
Full of contradiction a paradox to see
Creative ,unique imaginative virtue
Prominence, viewpoints to extreme
Poetize expression of creative writing
Foresee, clear visibility, in fact supreme
Permeating skills of virtuosity
The artist is inclined to encourage
Continuous inspirational imagination
Reflecting, then thou a mirage?
Songs of the world's natural creations
Beauteous, then thou the rose
Symbolizing love, purity and friendship
The artist thou then able to paint , still life the pose
Thou then roses are colorful some red
Blooming never in hues of blue
Bountiful to endure the charisma of love
The inner soul captured with who
To be unknown?!
The rose
Remarkable

Compilation    C   2006  Noble House Publishers
Poems  C   Individual copyright holders   Stacey Law

APARTMENT LIFE

Hark! Noises they surround me
In my head and in my mind - they are relevant
I hear a pin drop  - I must dwell
The sound as it may appear
So be it - such as menial - stipulates
The mind must then forever endeavor
The journey through course of time
I see then The pin that I find
Now it becomes me in personality
Psst! Still such as this a complaint
Wow! it's more than an opportunity
To justify my reflections as well
It's not in my head - In the reality
I woke! Glass popped? shattered
I do not see - and can not locate
Now it is apparent as I hear
Through these four walls the chatter
That it woke then all, me too
It's all in everyone's head - I look
Around  these familiar surroundings
Hey - I with you with IQ
I'm qualified in psychology too
Because now I see it truly a wit
That I see it fit - I 'm seeing this
You're all hearing things - in your head
And I hear the voices through the walls
So now the complaint is this
The rendez- vous- episode I see
You're complaining about me in my sleep
Waking up to a noise in the place
Now this goes deep in my mind
That the truth of the noise I don;t know
Except now what I hear is these four walls..
And with theory of observation
What did I find? The noise now from you
Commenting on thus the pin, too...

Labor Day 2015

It's life! The American Dream
Working - All in a days work
Once  upon a time - I went college
I worked hard - I became something
You save for years - your own things too
But society can get the best in you
You earn self respect - self pride
You grow old - retired now you hide
Away from reality - the young
They are disrespect - hence!
It's out of false pretense
You sit home at night - you try
To hold your head up - in desperation
Now you became a part of the old generation
They sit ans bicker - argue all day
I see the pits - I swim - sinking
Every once in a while I do a little drinking
I don't conform - I work
Retired and don't have to
I see the dark clouds now it's true
The old damn truth is a rendez - vous
They cling to fact you might then die
The American Dream they don't give a hoot
Just wonder what they get ? and if the could
The doctors would shoot - to steel
Even if blind ! They are that kind
Don't you fret,  In  fond memory
Forget! Then  in your will
The troubled waters. beneath your skin
Is there such a thing as a loved one
Do you wonder where?
Working your Dream?
Your time comes some day
You can't talk it with you
So be it it's best to play your part
Spend it ! Have fun
All in a days work
You earned it
At wit's end
That 's what I would do spend.

I SUPPOSE

Painting by Miss Stacey Law


I write reflections
Seeing vivid reality
I am prone to think
I appear abstract
With images in my brain
I am perplexed
It is complicated
However what I view
Is I see red white and blue
And as a matter of fact
I draw a conclusion
And this piece I could
Examine with poise
The beauty seen with these eyes
Exaggerating
I would
See the transition
It is relevant
I consent with hue
To share the beauty with you
My piece
I view it cold
And may it in turn
Excite the winter blues
Painting with those hues
I see it fit
Winter with true grit......