Tag: Poem 2017

  • Dune Buggy in My Mind, a Poem

    Rolling down life’s highway in the dune buggy in my mind. Up and down, endless rolling hills; taking turns that wind. Asking questions, looking for answers. Never hard to find. The answer we get, the answers we give, the people we meet on the way. Our questions are the things that power us, not to go astray. Westward and back, to the east and down, in any direction we travel. Seeking and searching and striving, we want life’s mysteries to unravel. The beauty of a brilliant sunset. A warm sandy beach at our feet. The smile of good folks welcoming us. The beauty of the world we greet.

  • Awkward Orchid, a Poem

    Awkward Orchid You’ve been apprised and advised It’s up to you, for the chaos to subside Behold, the goal is yours to achieve Empty merriment collides with intense intent Then change happens Time needed varies, but change happens The evolving of the Soul Light glowing and we’re drawn to it We know our knowledge is so incomplete Yet the voice of wisdom beckons “The basics are best.”

  • The Wise, a Poem

    You sit around and think. And you realize some of what you thought you knew, you didn’t. You think of the errors you’ve made. At times, it can be tough. Songs play. Some are laments about the past. Others express pride about actions taken. In the end, our reflections are our own. Assuming we choose to reflect at all. Some reflection is good. A corrective soul tonic, it is. Too much reflection can leave us baking in joylessness. Life is for living.

  • Tender Light from Above, a Poem

    Tender light from above. Sky light, my light, the heavens smile. A bird flies. The sun shines. We are happy. Happiness from the waves of the ocean and the blooming of the flowers. Happiness in all its simplicity. Our internal compass points to joy. We know and we are glad when we follow its course. That path by the eternal endorsed. A walk through nature’s wonders. A satisfaction from seeing the amazing gifts of this world. Behold them now, as we go through in a whirl. Mountains, canyons and the deep blue sea. Heights and depths and perspectives to see. The heart races as we climb a rock face. We smile as we come out of the ocean, refreshed and renewed. Our soul yearns to be by nature imbrued. Worms crawl and ants busy themselves doing that work that ants do. Bees are busy making honey. A breeze blows blades of grass as they gently rock back and forth, a trillion hammocks for organisms, perhaps, too small to imagine.

  • The Stuff of Creative Change, a Poem

    We are jettisoned pods in a bewildering world. We get up and our minds begin to whirl. What is that? What is this? Caught up, we are, in a cosmological twist. And it goes and it goes. And we are wrapped up in it. Do this; do that; an endless struggle to fill a void. Sometimes, if you speak about this, people might get annoyed. Let’s stop a second and reflect. Let’s step away from that awful tendency to deflect. Defensiveness, a potential perennial posture. So afraid are we of confronting ourselves. So afraid of seeing what dwells within. Ah, better we criticize others and grin. Sometimes we do this willfully. Sometimes we do this skillfully. Sometimes we do this with glee. Yet, it never works out for you and me. Tired. Spent.Waiting for something heaven sent. Then again, we are given the tools to create. So why for the great beyond wait? Our empowerment often hides in the shadows. Greatness is around the corner for us. Light the candle. Walk forward. Take action. Create!

  • Tearful Awakening, a Poem

    With a chest full of tears for the human condition Reflecting on loss, sin and potential perdition I sit back and hope Am I just wishing? Perhaps, I’d be better off spending my time fishing. Cried till I couldn’t cry any more Thinking mercy is a state of the heart; something to extend from the start I would like to express myself with more specificity Yet, people are endowed with remarkable plasticity A tremendous ability to change we are blessed with Return to school at later age, lose weight, learn to live without rage How many of us follow through though? Too much focus on what we can’t, when what we can should form the plan

  • Create, Why Wait? a Poem

    Fistfuls of arugula, hoping to improve circulation and such. Walking and resting and walking again, a tonic for the heart they say. Day in, day out, the need to eat, at times tedious. The play of life, repeated like a Broadway show, one after another. No special matinee performances, though. Just this and that, over and over and over again. Looking for a secret solution to every challenge, instead of looking to ourselves and our behavior. Sure, sometimes we need help. Yes, it’s true. But what about helping ourselves as well. When the water rises and you are in a swell, swim! Do not simply wait for the lifeguard. Do what you can do. We have to keep telling ourselves that. Do what you can do. Arrival. An imaginary destination that never existed. The path, the journey, the act of travel is what it is all about. Ask Mr. Cervantes. It is about flow. Creative flux moving forward, stopping time and forgetting place. The ideal cure for entropy, atrophy and apathy. Of these I sing. Don’t wing it. Plan it. Make it happen and you will be happy for the effort.

  • Sometimes; a Poem

    Sometimes, and I want to emphasize sometimes There is this hollow feeling inside And we look to fill it Perhaps a nice meal? For a while, the meal fills us Then the hollowness returns or it does not Depending on what we are doing If we are engrossed in something, we forget the hollowness Sometimes, and I want to emphasize sometimes We feel all alone At times we even feel alone in the company of others In fact, for some of us, we feel most alone when with others

  • Seeker’s Path, a Poem

    A wondrous circle An endless cycle This thing called life Goes round Call out, perhaps to yourself Perhaps to the eagle soaring on high Call out and ask It is natural to question why A flower, a bird, the luscious scented air Rain sweet like nectar Glistening in raven hair At times we look, but do we see?