Monday, December 26, 2016


© Gloria Smith 2012

In ancient days a lovely, small girl played

The Angels came and taught her games

While the rain fell quiet all around

And soaked the desolate, hardened ground

Her soul now weary can be found

Staring out the window at the rain

Thinking of her past and of her pain

One day her spirit sailed away

She lies still and quiet now

The Angels came and called her name

Once again a lovely, small girl plays

Oh she knows all the Angel's games

Wednesday, May 27, 2015


© Gloria Smith 2015
Long after I'm gone I will love on
Don't think me gone for I will come
Once more to you my one true love
Who was so faithful and so brave
Whose kindness you so freely gave
My Words will haunt your heart
Will reach to you from out the dark
And endless sleep of human frame
Your heart has but to call my name
In my repose perchance my prose 
Will yet bespeak my endless love
And Angels bear upon their wings
My voice again to softly sing 
Within the gentle springtime breeze
That stirs the Weeping Cherry tree
A lilting ballad of Faith renewed
And of my sacred love for you

Friday, March 13, 2015


© Gloria Smith 2015
The hurt was as raw as an exposed nerve
And I could not even sing my pain away
For I had lost my song 
Until you came along
Then you became my smile
And my heart beat on...

Wednesday, August 08, 2012

Mockingbird by my window

by my window listening to
Charlie Parker play on my radio
decided that he too could sing like a bird

His intro riff was a clarion call to heaven and
Then he dropped down into a minor key, the brother/bird tweeted
thirds and fiths and sevenths too, hitting staccato notes blue as the sky

He made it sing
He improvised and built his song
into a steady grind even making it swing
And I swear that I thought "this bird is messing with me"
He broke into a kind of scatting that was so joyous that I understood
The best thing to do was to just turn my radio off and listen to the mockingbird

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Daylight comes through windows shut against it, as reality comes through dreams barred against it, and I come into the new day -- a chance once more to play this dangerous game of life. Shall I win? Who's to say? But you will know that I have played... 

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

That's January

She chills your bones
But she's nice
Princess of ice
A piping hot cup of cafe avec du chocolat

That's January

I love January, cause she's my girl,
She brought me into this world,
A road that leads to Ms. Feburary's house
A winter wonder land in that Piney wood.

That's January

She'll send a gust of wind to smack your face,
Sit you down in front of that big warm fire,
Driving in the snow, trying to figure out where to go,
She'll freeze your toes, but cool your heart.

Sunday, December 12, 2010


©  Gloria Smith 2010

The wind cried round about my house
And poked around like a little mouse
Hunting some secret hidden way in
Perhaps it too needed a Friend
It had forgotten where it came from
Or exactly where it meant to go 
It peeked in the window as it raced by
And saw me as I sat down and cried
But alas it was much too cold for me
And could not offer its company
So it snowed sparkles upon the ground
And called to me in a tinkling sound
As it played with freezing wind chimes
From a time when it had been invited in
And welcomed as summer breezes
Far away from winter's colds and sneezes
When it saw me at my window smiling
At the beguiling beauty it had bestowed
It went contentedly on its way
To poke round like a little mouse
And sneak about another house
Peeking very carefully in 
Across the dark and lonely miles
Should another need an awestruck smile

Friday, December 03, 2010

Musings On Christmas...

©  Gloria Smith 2010

If you have nothing else to give away for Christmas; no money to buy presents with -- don't grieve... you still have love to give, and love you'll receive in return. Christmas is not a date but a state of mine. No, it's not like it was when we were children; it's much better. The magic has grown within us for now we can appreciate its essence. The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree is the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other. So all grown up I will dream the dream of Christmas. I will go to sleep that little girl again with rosy cheeks and soft smooth skin, excited to know that once more I have awakened to a Christmas dawn. I'm still here... to love and be loved once again! 

Yes, I have grown older and have many burdens to bear, but love weighs heavier on my heart than any grief I carry so it is love I will share.

Heap on the wood!-the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.-- Sir Walter Scott 

Merry Christmas everyone!


Wednesday, October 13, 2010


©  Gloria Smith 2010

And now the day draws to a close
It begs me Dear take your repose
Darkness fast encroaches
While the witching hour approaches
Wolves howl and spirits prowl
October's chill and Halloween's thrill
Leaves crunch, squirrels munch
On hickory nuts and such
The moon shudders and pulls her
Cloud cover tighter 'neath her chin
Jack-o-lanterns grin with delight
In the pitch black of a fall night
I lean upon my window sill 
And try to spy some strange sight
When I see that all is still I pray
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

Thursday, October 07, 2010


© Gloria Smith 2010

Oh midnight... orgies of thought rest in thee
Leaving me wrestling with store bought time
I stand in the glistening noon of night listening
To the muted hum of life barely hiding in the day
But in the hush of midnight wisdom comes 
Whispering... wooing me to her hallowed halls
As night time falls with wild and wondrous delight
Mysterious magical voices call my spirit out of me
The broken moon smiles at Heaven; frowns at Hell
Not all souls cherish the bed; only the dead or dying
Let me run in the night... hot breath playing on cold air
Nostrils flaring with dark hair streaming in wild winds
I search for love as for a black cat in a deep well
That isn't there, and I must truly tell you all for naught
I fought for it but it could not be stolen or bought
I borrowed it; wrapped it around me as a thin blanket
Almost enough to keep me warm but the chill remained
Just a glimpse of immortality do I spy before I see
Dawn breaking in and I awake daydreaming once again

Monday, September 27, 2010


© Gloria Smith 2010

I stumbled into the day
Into the bright sunlit world
The key to my heart
Was locked up tight
Against the blinding light
Of your love
Somehow it shone through
And poured into
The bitter blue
Broken pieces of my heart
Reminding me
That it was torn apart
The morning sky
Turned a weary gray 
As I thought about
You and I
How I cried
How you lied
And just when I think
That these memories
Can no more damage do
That these tears are through
They race once more
Down crimson cheeks
And speak louder
Than any words of grief


©  Gloria Smith 2010

Our haunted minds seek ghosts to find
Until one day we realize
They're with us all the time
They do not live within our walls
Nor walk with silent footsteps down the hall
They dwell in memories born of sin
Or thoughts of a love we could not win
Disappointments, bitterness and pain
Roam tirelessly through timeless days
Do not look far your ghosts to find
They linger in your mind
And ever will they remain with us
'Til we return dust to dust


©  Gloria Smith 2010

My poor little Humpty Dumpty Heart
All broken, wounded, and torn apart
No one can put it back together again
What a sin... what an awful shame
I fear that I must accept the blame

I was careless and fell off the wall
Damn near killed me that fateful fall
ALL the King's men; even the horses
Chipped in and tried but it was in vain
Nothing could put it back together again

I swear I think I heard them cry
So here I lie... scattered pieces all
They never said if Humpty was dead
Just that he could never 
Be put back together again

So... here I am and here I'll stay
Shattered pieces of endless pain
I cannot explain how I fell or why
I only know that I remain
Upon the earth beneath the sky

Amongst the horses, amongst the men
And I cannot find a way
To become whole again
Nor words to say I love you still 
Or courage to say I always will