NAPKIN VERSES

Ffrom the book "Labors of Love" - 
by Kenneeth Harper Finton 

 http://www.kennethharperfinton.com/labors-of-love.html

Napkin Verse

How many poems 

in how many stops

have been written on

napkins in coffee shops.

While others make lists

of the things they must do,

I sip on my coffee

and write like a fool.

Not Every Love

Not every thought I think 

is pure.

Not every move I make 

is sure.

Not every song I write 

can flow.

Not every love I make 

can grow.

 Silent Seeds

When hurt is a blanket of ice

smothering molten flames,

and the holy fire within

turns ashen dreams,

the silent seeds remain 

where miracles are born,

awaiting but new rains

for love to bloom again.

Cosmic Love

Does cosmic love

seek concrete form

in human lovers?

Is this why some 

feel dead

without another?

Yesterday 

Yesterday was lonely 

and tomorrow’s never won.

We wake to find the present

is all that ever comes.

Yesterday’s decisions 

made the path we take today, 

but  yesterday is oh so far,

                two billion miles away.

Society

Do you know

what society is?

It is a cloudy mirror

where one views oneself

in different forms.

    

Wings of Wax

I soared so high on wings of wax,
but not gone high enough to crash.
It’s time for me to make new plans
so flying can be safe again.

              

Where Magic Grows

Where magic grows,

love goes.

Where laughter spills,

love will.

Where happy dwells,

all’s well.

The Nip

There’s magic in this bottle.
I think I’ll take a nip
and pause between my many cares
as through this life I slip.

Daffodils

I lost my  money, spun my wheels,

I wandered lonely city fields.

Although I looked with eyes of steel,

I did not find my daffodils.

Electronic Love

Love is orbiting freely
around those 
illumined souls

that light one’s path