Some Poems Are Forgotten

Some poems are forgotten.

As they are not written down.

As the mind is worthless and forgets

Reminds me of the mosquito that one second is right before your eyes and quickly leaves vanishes into another dimension

Reminds me of a cloud up way up in the sky one moment it is duck
and the next something I have no comprehension of.

Like the bubble gleaming sunshine
Pops! And it is no longer mine.

Let me write this down

Before it flies & all gone.

It can now be found

This poem not forgotten.

 7 3 2022 A. Hernandez

My Photo – New Smyrna Beach

These Morning Things

From In The Morning I Rise And Other Rise and Shine Poems

A lizard racing up metal fencing

A Cardinal perfectly flying past me

I enjoy these morning things

My heart does too and begins to sing.

The sound of the birds talking out loud

The sunshine reflecting off the morning dew

I enjoy these morning things.

The happiness it brings.

I am awake once more

In a beautiful world

Full of these beautiful

Morning things.

These morning things won’t last forever.

But I know next sunrise

They will be there again

To greet me.

A. Hernandez 8 9 2022

My Photo / My Son / 2008

Love Is A Madman

Love is a madman speaking crazy
Listening to crazy
Just talking crazy like a madman 
A blind crazy old man who can’t see
And all it can see or hear or smell or taste is all it knows
It’s what it thinks it knows and that is love
Love is all that matters
It matters because nothing else does
Like love cause it’s crazy
It speaks crazy that listens crazy
I think it’s crazy it’s what love is a Madman
 Crazy it is. A crazy old man.

A. Hernandez 4-5- 2022

#MyPhoto #Daytona Beach Florida