JAMES F. CUNNINGHAM

JAMES F. CUNNINGHAM

STORYTELLER

Sit back and listen to the Storyteller

Tells stories some are true, some not

I would bet he could write a bestseller

But he likes telling them quite a lot

He tells some that’ll make you cry

Other times he will make you laugh

And a few that will make you sigh

And he does it free on your behalf

He brings everything he tells to life

Because there is magic in his words

While he talks you will feel no strife

Tells you things you’ve never heard

He never asks you for any money

This is what he really loves to do

Just a little tea with pure honey

All he wants are smiles from you

So, if he comes to your hometown

Because he wanders across the land

If you’re lucky he will stick around

Once you met him you’ll understand

James F. Cunningham © 10/03/2018

DOORWAY TO FOREVER

Stood on the edge of eternity,

Found a doorway to forever.

Away from all this insanity,

Those bonds I want to sever,

My world is filled with darkness,

Beyond the door, there’s a light.

I'm trapped in silent starkness,

Tired of living in eternal night.

But will it change if I enter,

Because for me it’s unknown.

Wonder what’s at the center,

I will be there standing alone.

The hardest step is the first one,

But why can’t I make the choice?

Just one step and it will be done,

I will come back or rejoice.

Closed my eyes then took a step,

Like I had chosen to be reborn.

My eyes got moist as I weep,

It was dawn on a beautiful morn.

The darkness was now behind me,

A new horizon was waiting ahead.

For the first time, I felt so, free,

Nothing else needed to be said.

James F. Cunningham © 09.25.2018

LIGHTNING STRIKES

In the clouds, the storm is forming,

The turbulent winds begin to blow.

From the heavens, it’ll be storming,

Lightning is a mesmerizing show.

Lightning branches out like a tree,

It becomes a truly dazzling display.

Sometimes, truly terrifying to see,

Many fires are ignited in this way. The

Lightning splits a tree asunder,

Its streaks lighting up the ground,

Intensified, by the sound of thunder,

Pieces of the burnt tree falling down.

The sight of it was truly spectacular,

Lightning bolts can be so, devastating,

Describing it challenges our vernacular,

The sheer beauty of it is fascinating.

The power of nature has no equals,

Never needs a machine to make work.

Comes again in never-ending sequels,

But lightning is like beautiful Artwork.

James F. Cunningham © 09.27.2018

JAMES F. CUNNINGHAM

Jim lives in the State of Ohio, USA. With his wife and family, plus 4 dogs and menagerie of other animals. He has written  Poetry for most of his life. Covers everything from Faith, to Fantasies and Dreams Even a few Nightmares to stir the  pot. Enjoys writing Gothic Horror Tales, they let his imagination go to extremes. He has also written Short Stories