Music

listening to music all the time

listening to this rhythm and rhyme

the same songs over and over again

to chase away loneliness and imaginary pain

music is life and I am still alive

whatever comes I will survive

this is theme I keep repeating to myself

am I a forgotten book on a dusty shelf

when not listening I choose to write

life is a battle we chose to fight

do crows eat doves

does a boxer need gloves

do they know where they go

do they die high or low

do poets need pain

do cliches need rain

do players play a part

do random things make art

do memories remind

do relationships bind

do I need a clever line

does a poem run out of time

Underachiever

I am an underachiever

Some people are born lucky

My luck was born a deceiver

My destiny was full of mischief

Yet I stayed a hopeful believer

I am quite and quietly an underachiever

When life was supposed to go right

For me it went left and tight

Before long my plans were out of sight

Still I am a happy underachiever

My family loves me in full too

There is bread on the table for me and you

My God gives me a peaceful sleep I knew

happy birthday wife

happy birthday to my dear wife

may you be in peace free from strife

may you not be as sharp as a knife

may you have a long and enjoyable life

happy birthday to you my dear

may your life be free from every fear

may we always be close and near

may your eyes never have a tear

happy birthday darling please

i am full of affectionate words like these

not long ago I proposed on my knees

today we live together like wine and cheese

An unknown poet

I am an unknown poet

Nobody knows I can write

Yet when I pick up my pen

I can still write and surprise

I can wrap my words to a rhythm rhyme

I can pick. it up in tempo and time

When I die and pass away

Will anyone read the words I wrote today

An unknown poet an anonymous bard

Who lived loved and wrote his heart

Someday maybe I will write a famous song

Till then my friend simply read along