Tag: love

Dangerous Eyes

Those eyes

They are dangerous

Like magnets

Drawing me in

Tying me up

The way you’re looking at me

It’s not hard to see

Through the thoughts in your mind

I’m familiar with their kind

You’re drawing me in

Tying me up

Desire burns deep

On nights I can’t sleep

Those eyes are dangerous

Drawing me in

Tying me up

Please close those eyes

Before someone gets hurt

Too late…..

The damage can’t be undone

E.A. Fussell

08/19/2018

Words like Seeds

In the garden of life

There are flowers

And there are weeds

The flowers offer encouragement

Love and support

Planting words that grow like seeds

Rippling thru my mind

Returning when I need to hear them again

The weeds try to get me to focus

On my weakest points

Like jealousy, anger, resentment

Stealing joy, causing me not to trust

Then at just the right moment

A flower springs forth

Displacing the weed

Encouraging me, making me smile

Planting positive words

That grow like seeds

And fill my soul and mind and being

With joy and and love

And the desire to be

A beautiful flower

In someone else’s garden

Planting encouraging words like seeds

E.A.Fussell

08/05/2018

Nervous Excitement

Excited

Nervous

What will our next encounter hold

Clouds like fluffy other worlds

Drift past the airplane window

Bubbly worlds of white

As far as the eye can see

As my carriage of mega horsepower

Transports me over several states

To arrive at our rendezvous destination

Voices chattering, children crying,

Soda can tops popping,

Snack bags rustling

These are the sounds that fill the cabin

Of my carriage

As it traverses the miles

Bringing us closer by the minute

My prayers are given for the pilots,

The plane, the flight attendants,

The passengers

Thoughts rush in

About the last six months

How our conversations have grown

Now imagining soft music

Meditating to instill calmness

In my mind and body

But it doesn’t help much

Mega horsepower has now taken me

Halfway on my journey

These feelings still persist

Nervous

Excited

E.A.Fussell

05/25/2018

An Old Fashioned Man

He is one of those rare people

The kind most people like

The kind who doesn’t realize his impact

The kind who is mostly thinking of others

Takes little time for himself

A force to be reckoned with

In his passion

To promote his community

Or preserve history

Or take care of his loved ones

He is the kind of man

That can make a wounded woman

Believe in true love again

Believe in taking a risk again

Believe in happily-ever-after again

He brings a since of security

To a world set on destroying itself

He is from another time

A time of shared milkshakes

A time of front porch sitting at night

A time of knowing and helping

Your neighbors

Your local businesses

Your pastor and church members

Sometimes I wonder if he is real

Or just a figment of my imagination

A dreamed up old fashioned man

Representing the life I wish I had

But then a package arrives

And in it the most thoughtful gift

Things to make me feel at home

While I work in a distant place

And I know he is real

He is not a dream

And life is offering us the chance

At how wonderful love can be

E.A. Fussell

05/20/2018