For the sweet tooth

                                            

                                                             Mom's Sweets
                                                                 Once a year,
                                                                 As glorious holiday cheer,
                                                                 A new aroma fills the air.
                                                                 Scrumptious sweets made with care,
   
                                                                 Ginger,
                                                                 Coconut,
                                                                 Chocolate chip,
                                                                 And the tangy citrus zest,
                                                                 Glorious, sugary, gooey, goodies.
                                                                 Endless treats!
                                                                 Oh how I love mom's sweets!

                                                                                       E.J. Norris
                                        

                                                                

To anyone unhappy.

                                                        

                       "A joyful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit dries up the bones."
                                                                            Proverbs 17: 22

                                               
                                                         Why So Blue?
                                        Hey, you,
                                                           Why so blue?
                                                           What must I do
                                                           To convince you
                                                           That blue isn't your color?

                                                           There are times for blue,
                                                           Yes that's true,
                                                            But blue shouldn't be all you do,
                                                                     
                                                            Your troubles want you to be blue,
                                                            To feel like getting kicked with a shoe,
                                                            But you know true you is not true blue.

                                                            With a smile,
                                                            Beguile the blue,
                                                            And you'll be surprised how it sticks
                                                            Like glue.
        
                                                             God above did not create you blue,
                                                             So be happy and look for sunshine you!
                                                                                                        :) :) :) :) 


                                                                          E.J. Norris
                                                              
                                                                      

A poem for a feeling I love.

                  
                                                    Book Magic
                                              
                                                              I'd been reading it,
                                                              Taking the journey the writer
                                                              Laid before me,
                                                              The excitement was growing,
                                                             Success once again swallowed by
                                                              Failure,
                                                              Disappointment in one matter,
                                                              Relief in another,
                                                              So much happening!!
                                                              So many questions suspended
                                                              Overhead!
                                                              Endless wondering,
                                                              And then...stop.
                                                              That was the last page.

                                                              This is how you know when a book
                                                              Is good,
                                                              By its book magic,
                                                              Its tendency with every page
                                                              To pull you further in,
                                                              Further into its world,
                                                              It devours you pleasantly,
                                                              Jaws locking you inside,
                                                              Then, right when you don't want it
                                                               Reality's light comes to find you.
                                                              Book addictive,
                                                              Book magic.

                                                              Upon weaving my own tales
                                                              With the tip of my pen,
                                                               I remember time and time again,
                                                              That book magic,
                                                        That will capture you no matter where or when
                                     
                                                                                       E.J Norris
                            

                                       

Few things are as good as this :)

                                            

                                                         Homecoming

                             After a long day swallows me whole,
                                           With the endless do this and do that's,
                                           Its nice to just go home.
                                          
                                           Home,
                                           The place where you can kick the shoes off
                                           Wherever you want,
                                           Invent your secret fashion of
                                           Robes,
                                           Bunny slippers,
                                           Or mis-matched socks.
                                           At home every color goes together.
                                           No formalities.

                                           There's nothing quite like opening the door,
                                           Catching the whiff of a favorite meal,
                                           Seeing a mother's smiling face,
                                           Just knowing,
                                           Yup, this is the life!

                                           Flop on the big comfy couch,
                                           Chow down on that piping hot meal,
                                           Recharge the batteries for another
                                           Knock 'em dead day.


                                                                    E.J Norris
                                          

Cuddle up with this new Poem.

    



                                                               

                                                                   Sleepiness

                                          Yawwwwwwwn,
                                                               Goodness me!
                                                               I've been struck by the sleepy!

                                                               The sleepy:
                                                               The eyelids hang low,
                                                               Slower your steps grow,
                                                               Important matters lose their flare,
                                                               You say to pretty much everything,
                                                               "I don't care."

                                                               All that fills the mind
                                                               Are clouds of pillows
                                                                Blankets and a dream brine.

                                                                Get cozy under those covers,
                                                                Bury your tired, tired head,
                                                                Sleepy, sleepy, sleepy,
                                                                It is finally time for bed.

                                                                                        
                                                                                               E.J Norris

                                                                   

Perfect for how I feel today!!!

                      
                                             



                                                 Giddy in my Cloud World

                                   All worries are gone, lifted right away!
                                                 Happily I soar to my cloud world today,
                                                 A place so fluffy and bright,
                                                 Shining and lively even if its night.

                                                Any problems normally severe or mundane,
                                                Soar up through my world like miniscule planes, 
                                                As they pass through the clouds,
                                                Letting out grumbles and growls,
                                                 I wave and let them glide by,
                                                So easily solved and I continue to fly!

                                                Higher and higher into the white shroud,
                                                So giddy am I in my world in the clouds!


                                                                                            E.J. Norris

For Nature

                                                


                                                                 Outdoors

                                Whilst the summer sun burns brightly
                                                 I walk down the tree shaded trail,
                                                 Branches stretching overhead,
                                               As if the trees are reaching for each other.
                                                 Their roots make caves near my feet.

                                               I hear running water,
                                               Not babbling, a steady, gentle thrum.
                                               Its cool feels so good running over
                                               My previously shoe caged feet.

                                                My thoughts travel through possibilities,
                                                I hear voices,
                                                See houses,
                                                And feel sleeping souls in the back of my mind,
                                                They need rousing!

                                                Outdoors bring thoughts of creation,
                                                Could I give a tree a mind?
                                                Or running water a discernible song?
                                                In my now inspired imagination
                                                Most certainly yes.

                                                                           E.J. Norris.
                                               

New Poem

                                            


                                                                    Water.

                                  I've always been a bit of an otter,
                                                   Enjoying very much the water.
                                                   When feeling hot,
                                                   Feeling dry,
                                                   Barren as the Sahara,
                                                   Oh its enough to make me cry!
                                                   Until into the water I dive.

                                                   Splash! I am bathed in cool! 
                                                   Quickly enveloped in the pool!
                                                   The surface is a ceiling,
                                                   The world around me is blue,
                                                   Truly this is what I love to do.

                                                   I'm light as feather and able to fly,
                                                   Down, down as if diving out of
                                                   The sky!
                                                   Twisting and twirling,
                                                   Bubbles in my ears singing,
                                                  All is quiet,
                                                   My mind is at rest,
                                                   Indeed being in water is the best.


                                                                                 E.J. Norris.