Making a picture of something abstract

                                                     


                                                                 Inspiration
                                                           
                                                                It's a fleeting thing
                                                                Mysterious as the undersea,
                                                               And as unpredictable as a phone's ring.
                                                                Inspiration,
                                                               Sparked by all sorts of things.

                                                               After much consideration,
                                                               I liken it to a colony of bubbles,
                                                               Dancing brightly in front of my eyes,
                                                               Masking,
                                                               Personifying,
                                                               And often solving a variety of troubles.
                                                               
                                                               Inspiration,
                                                               A tool,
                                                               A drive,
                                                               My own color,
                                                               A surprise!
                                                               Inspiration,
                                                               Without it we could not live our lives.

                                                                                        E.J. Norris

Happy New Year!!!

                                        
                                        
                                         

                                                                   Blank Page
                                          We all have our books,
                                                               True, original stories of our lives,
                                                               Chapters of experience,
                                                               Phrases of unique philosophy
                                                              Always evolving.

                                                              Time is the page turner,
                                                              Leaving the story of yesterday
                                                              And bringing the blank pages of tomorrow,

                                                              A new year,
                                                              A new part,
                                                              A new time for God to work in your heart,
                                                              Enjoy the filling of those blank pages.


                                                                                      E.J. Norris
                                                      
                                                    

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