Nature Self Poems

The Holy Spirit through our souls searches
and in despair silently He cries:
there are so many Pharisees in churches,
exhibiting hypocrisy and lies.

About Christ abundantly they know,
their...

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I was aware I may have lost my mind,
pinpointing on the time,
circular reasoning,
whether in front or behind.

Are thoughts a linear path like the heart?
Regarding sight,...

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Quote: A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else. By John Burroughs


Life has many ups...

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I am         

I am man
I am nature
I am of life and of death,

I am lesser
I am greater
I...

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The sharp knife of simplicity 
cut a transverse incision through my scalp.
The hands of hope gutted out my psyche,
deconstructed my mind,
and organized it into a...

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I am a river, and my heart,
an ever-changing stream,
Ripples clean me part by part,
and so joy reigns in me supreme.

As a redwood firmly stands,
through seasons...

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I am a river, my heart an ever-changing stream.
Ripples cleanse my soul, and so joy reigns in me supreme.
As a redwood stands through seasons of...

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What is greater than a week full of uplifting joy, but also sadden by heartbreaking news. 
On Monday, March eleventh, my grandson’s wife after twenty-six...

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WALLS AND WAILS

I am confined within these four walls
For far too long and pray a wall falls
And the guns jam with wardens asleep
As I take...

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Last night
I was able
to outgrow myself …
again
for the very
first time

Life was unspun
in the moment
relayed
where tomorrow
and yesterday
rhyme

Competing with
the future
the sky
and the moon
my wandering
complete

Turning my
destiny
inside out
my nature
expanding
—replete

(Dreamsleep:...

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I felt like a book 
very tired old and worn out 
needing rest on shelf....

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when I block the light
     I then become a shadow
          form without...

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I must be walking
closer to death
for spirits of the forest
are stalking me
visiting with curious hope
like ghosts from the past
talking to me as kin
as familiars wooing...

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dead rat in the road
flat rat in the road
as if placed without gore
more like a small fur rug
than a rodent
as it ran to its conclusion
not...

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Earth.

When winter tires of being cold
Of icy fingers and chattering teeth
And spring can no longer sprout,
Green shoots and buds of promise
Summer will intervene with balmy-
Days,...

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