gentle

Fields of Rhyme

From my knotty pine writing table
Where I always feel strong and able
I have built a world on typing paper
Where I rule mighty as any dictator

I’ve made a comfortable place of it
For all the pages make a very nice fit
Just the right size for each emotion
And now my life has less commotion

I have company hanging on every wall
People young old short fat and tall
Some funny some in love some whine
All are the brush strokes of my mind

I create interesting conversations
And fabricate all sorts of relations
Everyone does exactly as I deem -
Acting out my every written scene

I know each and every person by name
Know addresses and where they remain
I hear every breath - each spoken line
Without me they’ve no voice or design

I have built a world where I am safe
Where I’m boss so can be early or late
Look out the window - see what I want
Or just hang out - and be nonchalant

I’ve worked diligently near every day
Writing down everything I had to say
Planting many colorful fields of rhyme
And generally having a very good time

But as good as things are I must admit
Something is missing for a perfect fit
For what is a writer without readers
Or a prophet without true believers

So I invite you into my literary home
Invite you to visit and to freely roam
Thru the still crisp pages of my mind
I do hope you like what you find

*A Friend*

 

 May.19.2001

 Trisha Barrek Hopkins

 

One that's by your side 

Day and night

The purring he never stops or tries to hide

He's happy when I come in sight

To visit or spend time with me 

Hours on end 

 

He meows when he wants mt attention

So I give him a hug and kiss

As I pet him

And in return he gives his loving affection

 

Tops has brough me joy

And will always

He will stay in my heart

Forever and until my dying days

He's so precious from my mind he won't part

 

Everyday I go to work and call his name 

He comes running my way

He's so funny when I play the string game

Tops is truely a great friend

I tell him that everyday

I will love him till past the end 

 

I will never forget

How he curled up in my lap to fall asleep

Thank you God for a special friend I met

He means so much to me 

 

I wish I could keep him forever

I don't want to set him free

But no matter what we are in our heart

We are together 

 

He's my best friend

I ask of you God to protect

And make sure he gets all the love I send 

Because He's my friend

One that's purr-fect

 

Copyright

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to my stray Tops from Tree Tops at Fernwood Resorts. I love and miss him

*How Do I Breathe Without You*

October.2.1997 
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins


You always reappear 
You come and go as you please 
All i need is your gentle stare 
All i need is your touch 
But you act like such a tease 
All i want is for you to care 

 

I need you by my side 
I miss you so much 
Your real feelings you hide 
Just let them free 
See what happens 
You never know we might just be 

 

How do i breathe without you 
I've loved you with all my heart 
I thought you knew 
But you just tare me apart 

 

When you turned your back on me 
It really killed me and left a scar 
I needed you here by my side 
But you left and got in your car 
You ran away only to hide 

 

Don't you understand 
We were meant to be 
Don't play these games don't pretend 
If you don't want my heart 
Give it back to me 
Tell me though without you 
How will I be able to breathe 

 

Copyright* 

skilled verbiage

 

 

..........

 

 

a beggar's 

 

poor choice

 

rolls him 

 

gently from 

 

curb to 

 

gutter

 

as the wealthy

 

roll over

 

in interest.

 

*

 

cutting words

 

spoken with 

 

compassion

 

like an ice pic,

 

hold the gentle,

 

subtle power,

 

to leave cracks 

 

like fault lines

 

in ignorance

 

left from

 

frigid,

 

ancestral

 

insights.

 

 

 

 

5:23 AM 8/4/2013 ©

 

 

 

 

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