Bill Cantrell Poems

What happened to all my poet friends?
Poemhunter cast them to the wind
Get tired of trying to read any poem
Advertisements flickering on and on and on and on
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A glass garden the last garden
Every flower well arranged
All are chanting one long dirge
Nothing will ever be the same
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Oh flower of flowers,
I have gazed upon your grace
How often I have fantasized,
placing you in my vase
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The dawn of poetry,
Who can recall its beginnings?
I drink the blue elixir from the sky,
I need no tutor,
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If I were a star,
What would be my lot in life?
Certainly I would question my existence,
How have I come to be?
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Nothing much to look at here,
Or so that it would seem
Departing were two lovers,
leaping in times stream
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I am but a humble atom,
nothing more,
nothing less
From the womb beyond the subatomic,
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Goodbye old friend, I've walked your streets in spite of the trolls under every bridge, so many good friends and I found all poetry to be a site much better as many who were once here, I have been encouraged by others to give it a try and it's awesome, thank all for your support and friendship, Susan William's, Sandra Feldman, kostas Logas and the great Harley white, so goodbye yellow brick road, may your roads heal one day, sincerely Bill Cantrell
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The ocean
She was teaming with life
Rocked to slumber by the moon,
As the rhythm of the tides give her rest
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Oh you precious firefly,
Holding yourself in low esteem
Your light is flashing the loveliest glow,
With a spell of lemon green
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