I have found that person, gentle and true,
A soul that feels like a dream come through.
In their silence, I hear a song,
In their presence, the world feels strong.
For the very first time, my prayers I hAve spoken,
To God for someone, with words unbroken.
Not for riches, not for fame,
But for this heart that calls their name.
Every glance feels warm, divine,
Like stars decided with me to shine.
Every touch is soft, a guiding flame,
Love that cherishes everything...
I have found that person, now I see,
The missing half that was meant for me.
Not by chance, not by design,
But by God’s blessing, forever mine
HUMILITY FOUND
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When ego's fragile form begins to fade,
a limitless expanse of soul appears.
The boundaries that once bound and confined,
now stretch, expand, transform, and astound.
In losing the ego self, another universe is found,
a world of wonder, limitless, and esoteric.
The chains of comparison are severed;
they no longer bind, no longer suffocate either you or me.
The prison of competition is left behind,
unfettered, enlightenment grows.
In this vast and open place, humility also grows, and
a web of love and Divine interconnectedness prevail.
HUMILITY FOUND
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When ego's fragile form begins to fade,
a limitless expanse of soul appears.
The boundaries that once bound and confined,
now stretch, expand, transform, and astound.
In losing the ego self, another universe is found,
a world of wonder, limitless, and esoteric.
The chains of comparison are severed;
they no longer bind, no longer suffocate either you or me.
The prison of competition is left behind,
unfettered, enlightenment grows.
In this vast and open place, humility also grows, and
a web of love and Divine interconnectedness prevail.
My love slowly grew
Since I found someone new: you.
I always just knew
That you would soon love me too.
For you, I'll live this life through.
LOST AND FOUND
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When all words have been written,
the pen feels heavy, leaden weight
in my weary hand.
Inspiration, a silent bird, takes flight,
a flash of iridescent wings
disappearing beyond the horizon.
Imagination, a child lost in a funhouse,
caught in a repetitious loop of familiar shapes,
trapped in distorted, mirrored halls.
Then, a door appears, not one of wood or metal,
but one of starlight and whispers,
polished smooth by yearning and passion.
I open it, and the world explodes
with colors unseen and sounds unheard,
with endless possibilities.
My senses ignite; every cell comes alive;
and inspiration, no longer silent,
I fell off the staircase
A tree wrapping around its trunk
Birds gliding through the ocean
Teastall offering free of charge
North Korea and the USA
On a toast with Scotch whiskey
What's your name, someone says?
I was staring at the tree leaves
Then a gentle voice emerged
Under the sun, my supreme choice
I found the Jakaranda blue
As in a haze, I came to
Did you do it intentionally
Sigmund Freud on the wall
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26 August 2025
From across the field, a boy approached -
from his lips, a question broached.
He'd had found a thing that had no word,
its name and purpose, long obscured.
He spoke as if my life were through,
"Mister, tell me, what were you?"
I prefer the dentists ~ they interpret silence through big open mouths
mimed the ventriloquist during a prostate exam ~ curled up in doubts
imagining his puppets snickering ~ from the gloves inside their snouts
at last the doctor spoke ~ this one feels mostly shaggy or thereabouts
I have always been a bit wary
of Gary, Mary, Sherry and Larry
They each seem a little bit contrary
Fighting over blue, straw, or raspberry
I took this to Carrie, our head faerie
She thought my query was a tad bit airy
Looked it up in her faerie dictionary
Experts’ opinions appeared to vary
Enter an expert from a local dairy
his name was Smart Guy Mr. Perry
Sherry and I intended to someday marry
But count not agree on the right berry
Next, I consulted my wizard friend Hubert Harry
His preference is for a soft, dainty, pink raspberry
In the meantime. Sherry eloped with my cousin Terry
Now I have no use for them or Larry, Gary or Mary
Hero Lost But Found
In shadows cast by memories of pain,
A lonely soul entreats the night's domain.
"I need a hero," she cries out, raw and real,
To vanquish ghosts and heal the wounds concealed.
With gentile strength to lift my battered wings,
And guide me safely through life's treacherous rings.
No longer can I face this path alone,
My spirit weary, barely keeping afloat.
See beyond the mask I wear,
The armor plating fear and care.
Hold me close when demons prowl,
Your steady presence calms my soul.
Be my shelter from life's harsh gales,
Where I may find my peaceful refrains.
Stand tall beside me, hand in hand,
Together facing whatever land.
I am grateful that when it comes to my life…
my family, my friends to be precise….
I long ago stopped looking
because I’ve found my paradise.
The morning woods were crackling with unknown sounds.
Then I heard a rustling sound in the leaves.
The sound of footsteps was getting louder,
It wasn’t a something, it was someone.
Suddenly a large man fell to the ground.
His leg was bleeding; all he said was “trap”.
Cool water from my canteen brought him back.
A small trap, it hadn’t broken the bone.
I stopped the bleeding, cleaned, and wrapped the wound,
then slowly moved him over by the fire.
I ask him, “do you feel like eating yet?”
“Yes, but more water first”, he muttered.
The food and water gave him energy,
Now it was time to ask what had happened.
“I was hiking and blazing a new trail.
I pitched my backpack at a bear and ran.
I got away while he explored my pack.
That’s when I got lost a few days ago.
I was getting weak from hunger and thirst,
when I stepped into the trap and passed out.
I managed to pry the trap open with sticks,
Then wandered in the night ‘till you found me.
It’s a miracle, I was guided here.
I wandered lost and hurt, but now I’m found.
Never still the mind of God.' continual motion
Growth of purpose' rythem of love, making..'
man and woman' comes from above.' Growth of grass
Errosion of cliffs.' Waves upon oceons work
To shift..Grit in oyster, kernel growth.' Denotes
Wisdom and tears..Indeed; my oath.! Wind that moves
Emotions to change; sadness to elation such
A range.. Snail or Eagle slow or fleet Earth and
Universe.' Of all such I speak..Can you feel the
Intended.? Do you reach? Do you yearn? Are
You commited? Such is helpful. If of God
You would learn.' satan apes God even as he dies
A burned out relic with rhetorical lies.' Who
Offers most often (that which you have!) yet to
Rob is his intention...I'll call his odds.' May I
Talk the Truth.? For it brings him down.' His
Is a tawdrey glory..His is the volatile crown
Dry as paper..If i may.? He readied he is basted and he will climb in the tray..Be seperate from him.' Always seek the Lord by
The way of His waters upon His holy shores
Travel through the ' red sea ' turn not aside.'
The Great God of all motion.' Intends to take
Him, HIs bride.!
I found her spirit heartbroken;
she needed someone who would listen.
Her hot tears made my own eyes glisten
as on and on she labored, outspoken.
In time, her story would in part, soak in;
she wanted her baby to be christened.
I found her spirit heartbroken;
she needed someone who would listen.
A neighbor’s harsh words had woken
her to the fact, people will call this sin -
do unmarried mothers deserve prison?
The town gossips’ pardon would be token;
I found her spirit heartbroken;
she needed someone who would listen.
Her story dug deep breaking my spirit.
She wanted help in her sorrow,
more than just someone to hear it.
Someone who would find time tomorrow
gathering young moms to share and borrow.
Acceptance is what heals a broken heart;
getting involved is a good place to start.
I have lost, what I need
Losing all that I need to believe
I am cold, I can’t breathe
I’ll do all that I need to succeed
I’ve become what I hate
I am losing my soul
While I stray from the path
Everything that I’ve known
This is all a mistake
This is out of control
As I stray from the path
Everything that I’ve known
I have found, what I need
Gaining all that I need to believe
Safe and sound, I can breath
I’ve done all that I need to succeed
I’ve become what I love
I am finding my soul
While I gain from the path
Everything that I know
This is not a mistake
This is in my control
As I gain from the path
Everything that I know
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