Honey

So sweet,
so fine,
so satisfying,
so sublime.
Sweetness that causes
a craving for more,
she's one I love
and one I adore.
The feeling she brings,
the smile that follows,
the satisfaction that
from her flows.
She picks a soul
off the ground
when negativity
and hatred abounds.
She fulfills me
when I'm empty,
when I'm bitter
she's sweet as can be.
No matter what
life's diet throws
it can all be chased
by a honey-filled swallow.

So sweet,
so fine,
so glorious,
so mine.

Happily Conclusive

Sweet picking,
front porches in mind,
thoughts of both
simpler places and times.
Raspy voices
with words encrypted,
with hidden meanings
of life's battles and urges.
Speakings of darkness
and speakings of light,
of the bright days
but also the darkest night.
Negativity in the air
blocked by grace,
by the mercy spoken
to spit in evil's face.
Screams of gratitude,
and tears of joy abounding,
thankfulness overflowing
in the gratefulness resounding.
Smiles from one ear
to meet the other
in celebrations of gladness
with each and every brother,
happy ending thought
to be previously illusive
now a reality perfectly
and happily conclusive.