Phones

 

Mom, can I have those two cans and some string?
The boys down the street said I could make this thing,
We could whisper a message across our great lawn,
To protect our good house in the night till the dawn.

 

But, now here we are with our texting today,
The emails, and photo streams here on display,
Oh, pull your strings tight; when you whisper within,
Just say, “Hey, I love you!”, and you always win!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
September 25, 2013

 

 

Spirit of Vacation

 

Pure anticipation,
All things possible,
Waves and water,
Sunset too soon,
Racing to the ocean,
Like every bird I’ve seen,
Arms outstretched I will catch this breeze,
And, fly away to Heaven,
Heaven out there,
Heaven here,
Up, up, up,
Once more into the stratosphere,
Piercing every portal the clouds will allow,
To grasp one more glimpse of the sun,
Then down quickly to watch it play,
Upon the water,
Capture it within,
Held happy,
Always and forever!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
September 24, 2013

 

Sunrise

 

Sunrise, sand, and soothing weather,
Come my Love let’s walk together,
I pause, and see your silhouette,
The tide upon your toes still wet.

 

I run to catch your waist and turn,
To see your smile with sunrise burn-
Since seventeen these eyes I’ve known,
The flint to steel; a bonfire grown.

Peter Lowell Paulson
September 24, 2013

Family Forever

Toddle ‘round and jibber jab,
Three years old, “I have no tab!”
I’m a boy on mission here,
 The “Vision’s FUN”, I hope that’s clear.

Three years old the cousins meet,
Graham will arrive from Texas heat,
And, Carsten rocks, and Carsten rolls,
Elijah owns his inner goals.

We’ll gather all upon the beach,
Each one will touch the other; teach,
And, learn that we are different, yet,
Family forever; Don’t forget!

Peter Lowell Paulson
September 11, 2013

 

 

Country Lane
 

Country lane; the edge of fall,
And, barefoot you and I hand-in-hand,
On the edge of paradise,
Dusty toes kicking at a black beetle,
Twenty four hour conversation,
Flowing like the stream,
Blowing like the wind,
Leaves dancing,
Sunlight angles,
Amber lights, amber lights,
Soft summer breeze,
We’ve fallen now,
Into tall grasses,
One chance; one glance,
Two smiles;
It’s Fall!
What can you expect!
When it’s You!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
September 10, 2013

I am What I am

 

I am what I am,
Don’t test me, don’t quiz,
Cause that’s how I roll,
It is what it is.

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
September 6, 2013


Prison

 

No choice,
That’s what prison is,
No visible walls,
No razor wire necessary,
I can see beauty beyond beauty,
All available,
And, yet,
I have placed myself here,
In a prison of my own making,
Cigarettes,
Alcohol,
Drugs,
Sex,
Abuse,
Some of these lead,
To real prison,
Where others make choices for me,
The only one,
The only ONE,
Who can free me…
Is God!
My Maker,
Christ!
My Redeemer!
Amen!
Please, say it with me!
Amen!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
September 6, 2013



Somewhere in my “Journal” that daughter Debbie gave me I have made reference to this (most of it has to do with the fact that ALL poems have a genesis, and this one started by reading the first chapter of the book, "The Racketeer", by John Grisham, and about prison.  I started to think about prisons that we all make.  I was overwhelmed.  I needed to write this poem.


A Yellow Finch and the Cornflower

 

 

 

A Yellow Finch will pinch,
A cornflower seed,
Nothing short of life threats,
Can force me,
Make me fly,
A tap on the window,
Will make look,
Who are you?
The blackened seed beneath my claws,
Is sustenance,
Thistle flower will soon turn seed,
But, for now,
It is cornflower!

Peter Lowell Paulson
September 5, 2013

 

 

You Tired

 

You tired of sitting ‘round this place?
Then let’s launch off to “outer space”,
Oh, come on girl, what can we lose,
And, you don’t even need your shoes!

 

We’ll plop down onto sandy beach,
Your bod, your legs, your toes may reach-
And, stretch out, joyous ‘neath the sun,
Yes, come on girl, let’s have some fun!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
September 2, 2013