DARE TO DREAM

Dare to dream of all those things that you would ever wish to do,
Be it travel to some distant lands, or finding love so true;
Or to build a house so beautiful, to make your feelings fine.
Whate’er it be it’s yours to see and yours just to define.

Dare to think of all the thoughts so very deep inside your mind.
All the dreams and fantasies inside of you that you can find.
Let your thoughts meander openly from deep within yourself.
Take the wondrous dreams, and dust them clean,
from high upon that shelf.

Now you have these dreams, there are so many there, for you to view,
As long as you or others are not hurt to see them coming true.
You’ve seen the things you really want to have from your deep dreams.
The time is now to act and make them happen, it so seems.

As actions have been taken, and the many dreams you had,
Were satisfied, and memories, are making you so glad,
That you did take that action, and the true results it seems,
There is happiness and love for those that dare to follow dreams.

Copyright © 2013 by T.W.Goodrich from A POETIC KALEIDOSCOPE. Used with permission

LIFE IS PRECIOUS

Life is this precious thing so fine
Let’s treat it as the best of wine,
And drink from it, whene’er we can,
Enjoying well its precious span.

A cherished thing that is loved so,
Some fear to ever let it go,
But wasted is that precious wine,
If you do not upon it dine.

We need to celebrate this gift
With all our energies to lift,
This true immaculate surprise
As it unfolds before our eyes.

This masterpiece that we’ve received,
If hidden, it must be retrieved.
This gift from god we cannot waste,
Our precious life is there to taste.

Copyright © 2013 by T.W.GOODRICH from A POETIC KALEIDOSCOPE. Used with permission.

BUILDING MEMORIES

As we learn the secrets that our lives will bring about:
As we learn the happiness for which we want to shout.
As we find the sorrows and the sadness that befalls,
As we build our memories, that our life’s hist’ry recalls.

Building on our memories, filling up our minds.
Writing in our book of life and spacing all the lines.
Taking from all those that speak, and adding to our mission;
Making hist’ry for ourselves and others who may listen.

BUILDNG BUILDING MEMORIES, BUILDING WONDROUS
MEMORIES, BUILDING BUILDING MEMORIES, UNTIL THAT
FINAL TIME.

As we search throughout the lands to find our wanted wealth.
As we delve into the corners, and we look on every shelf.
As we look under the mats, and the carpets and the floor,
As we seek where e’er we can increase our knowledge evermore.

Building on our memories, filling up our minds.
Writing in our book of life and spacing all the lines.
Taking from all those that speak and adding to our mission,
Making hist’ry for ourselves and others that may listen.

BUILDING BUILDING MEMORIES, BUILDING ALL THOSE
MEMORIES, BUILDING BUILDING MEMORIES, UNTIL OUR
FINAL TIME.

As our youth begins to fade and, middle age comes on,
As our thoughts get settled down and true exuberance is gone,
As the tint of grey appears, and our hairlines do recede.
As those memories so soon become our lifeline to our deeds.

Building on our memories, filling up our minds.
Writing in our book of life and spacing all the lines.
Taking from all those that speak and adding to our mission.
Making hist’ry for ourselves and others who may listen.

BUILDING BUILDING MEMORIES, BUILDING ALL THOSE
MEMORIES, BUILDING WONDROUS MEMORIES, UNTIL OUR
FINAL TIME.

As old age upon us creeps and our bodies too decay.
As our wishes are that something more,our mind still lets us play;
Even when our mind appears to us to fade away as dust,
We will hold some happy memories of life’s past joys and lusts.

Building on our memories, filling up our minds.
Writing in our book of life and spacing all the lines.
Taking from all those that speak, and adding to our mission.
Making hist’ry for ourselves and others that may listen.

BUILDING BUILDING MEMORIES, BUILDING ALL THOSE
MEMORIES, BUILDING WONDROUS MEMORIES, UNTIL OUR FINAL TIME.

BUILDING BUILDING MEMORIES, BUILDING ALL THOSE
MEMORIES, ALL WE ARE IS MEMORIES. THIS IS OUR
FINAL TIME ….

Copyright © 2013 by T. W. Goodrich. Used with permission.

T. W. Goodrich

Born and educated in British Columbia, Canada, T.(Ted) W. Goodrich has spend a great deal of his life traveling throughout the northwest part of North America. This included travel throughout British Columbia, Alberta, The Northwest Territories, and Washington State. In addition to this he has also traveled to Europe and a number of other states as well as most of Canada. His travels have helped him considerably as he is able to understand the various views of the many people he has met.

As well as having published A POETIC KALEIDOSCOPE, Ted has had success as a published photographer with his works in a number of businesses, as well as many homes (see www.photoartgallery.ca and poetrysource.net )

We are sad to announce that Ted died on September 4, 2018, just shy of his 75th birthday. He will be greatly missed!