Walk Away Merrily (Poem)

Please let me explain as I attempt to make it ever so plain

Words to me are my solace although my own is never flawless

I love to play with every word by creating and sharing pithy blurbs

Some people laugh and some smile unless that person is boring and in denial

Take a seat and take a listen you just might come out a whole new person

With my words sometimes imploring but never with the intention of being boring

So listen well and listen carefully for my heart’s desire is that you walk away merrily.

By Bradford Lee Mace

She’s One Of A Kind (Poem)

Her beauty at first is outward
But time reveals it inward

She’s a rock and fortress to her man
But this is why I’m her greatest fan

Her presence I have peace
But when apart it’s never the least

She encourages me with her words
But never lacking on witty blurbs

Her smile is ever contagious
But always seems to be spontaneous

She’ll leave me sometimes speechless
But of her, I’ll never think less

Her strength is in her character
But never shy to speak on a matter.

She’s most definitely is my equal
But to those before her never a sequel

Her wisdom seems rather limitless
But her beauty is forever timeless

She’s not without her imperfection
But is always quick on introspection

Her wit is second to none
But not for lack of being fun

She’s indeed one of a kind
And this is why she occupies my mind

By Bradford Lee Mace

Hope Realized (Poem)

Tho we dread the storms and the torrential downfall of the rain,

Tho the thunder and downfall instills in us a sense of fear and dread at its power,

Just like the sun sets and rises every day,

So the storms of life come and go,

But once they pass we find a new love a new appreciation for the calm that comes after the storm,

We appreciate even more the beauty and warmth the sun has to give us,

It is then we realize that maybe the storm tho only for a time if anything is to be learned us,

It is the appreciation that comes for the little things in life that we once took for granted,

Maybe the storms are meant to awake us from our sleep that we just might begin to understand what is actually important in life,

Perhaps the rains are intended to help us to reevaluate what we really want

What is truly important to us,

What is worth fighting for,

What is worth holding on to,

The hope of a new dawn,

The promise of a new sunrise,

The hope of a new day,

The hope of a new life,

Which all come in their set time and place,

The appreciation of their value has now grown greater,

Grown stronger for the things in life that honestly matter,

Because you allowed the storm to be your teacher and a guide that enabled you to finally see the light of day,

It’s then we realize that the many tears that were once cried due to the storm were meant for the flowers that were yet to bloom from the sun’s rays of a new day

The pain that was once unbearable is now forgotten

For joy and hope have taken their place and all things have now become new again.

New life, new experiences and a renewed look on life

For the pain and trials of your storm have given way to something far greater then you could have realized or even imagined.

It is then you realize what you have been longing for and waiting for your whole life is before you as plain as day with arms wide open waiting for your embrace.

By Bradford Lee Mace

I Am An Artist (Poem)

My brush the pen
My canvas the paper
My paint the ink
And my words the picture

With every stroke of my pen
With every crossing of the T
With every dot of the I
It’s becoming more like me

My picture comes alive
My picture touches your soul
My picture captures your mind
And takes form as you troll

My motivation is love
My motivation your encouragement
My motivation is my heart
And your betterment

You’re welcome to look
You’re welcome to read
You’re welcome to ponder
And take it with you as you leave

My picture my heart meant only for thee.

By Bradford Lee Mace

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