The world remembers
every footstep laid upon it.
Even the quiet ones.
Even the ones made by people
who thought they were small.
It remembers the way
a single voice
can turn a season,
how a single kindness
can outlive the person
who offered it.
It remembers the storms
that tried to break us,
and the hands
that held us upright
when the sky forgot
how to be gentle.
And somewhere,
beneath all the noise,
the world remembers you.
Not for perfection,
not for glory,
but for the simple fact
that you stayed
when leaving
would have been easier.
That is how legends begin.
Quietly.
One brave breath at a time.
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
(“Crappy Karma Happens Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil)
The simple fact is
People get what they deserve
By the simple fact
That that’s what they get
Karma has a way of doing that
Following you around
Like a shadow, like a puppy
Like a mugger in the dark
Waiting for just the right moment
To take its pound of flesh
Living on borrowed time they say
Borrowed by simply living
When it’s all more a loan
With the debt compounding daily…
Who and what are we borrowing from?
Our future selves.
(6/8/26)
(“Perception and Reality Merit Badge”, 2015, original oil)
It’s not enough that the Emperor was fooled
Now the media is insisting we be too.
But everyone has that innocent child within
And that child can see the truth
And all too often simply speak it.
The latest trans shooting,
And it seems all the mass shootings now
Are done by trans,
Has the media all over the world
Repeating the Canadian’s lie that it was a girl.
But anyone who looks at the actual story
Can see immediately what is true
And what is nothing but a bald faced naked lie.
The simple fact is a mental illness doesn’t become sane
By merely wishing it so.
And a mental illness which so readily murders
Is at its core Life-destroying not Life-affirming.
Boys are boys and girls are girls
And although the twain shall meet
They will never become the other.
(2/12/26)
I'm waiting for you
Because my level of seriousness
obliges me to be faithful to you,
Just for the simple fact;
Of being in love with you.
I'm waiting for you
because if I claim
I have eyes for another woman
they'd call me a liar
and you know very well that,
the children of God; they cannot lie.
I'm waiting for you
because there isn't a woman around me
who fulfills me like you do
a woman with the greatness you have
a woman I like, like I like you.
I'm waiting for you
because true love
doesn't rush
but waits patiently
and I close my heart, even if it prevents me
because I love you ardently.
I'm waiting for you
because my love belongs only to you
because I want to shake you with all my sweetness
and fill you with kisses, caresses, and tenderness.
I wait for you,
Because I dream every night
Holding your hands
Because our relationship has no end
But lasts; for a lifetime.
7/28/2025
The people of Israel, live under constant threat
of death.
When thinking of that, it steals away my very
breath!
And some writers’ joy, is only when a Jew,in fact,
in any land, for their life, cries!
Shameless be the writer, as the Jew sheds his very last
tears, and in horrid pain, dies!
Tell me, my Lord, there is something I simply cannot
comprehend.
The simple fact, that “their” Man on the Cross, was a
Jew, too?
…………………………………………
When will she come to me
To take me to that place
Where I suppose, we shall be free
Like spirits in the space
The fortuneteller gave reply
Ambiguous and wise
But no advice on what to try
Should I just close my eyes
Engage myself into the realm
Of pure imagination
And it’ll make me overwhelmed
With the enforced elation
There, on the boat of dreaming fools
Under the stormy sky
I’ll be, submissive to the rules
That can’t be clarified
Death, Five of Cups, and Hanged Man
These were the cards I drew
A penny for old Charon
For taking me to you
It’s hard to tell, and hard to take
The simple fact of death
Denies a dream I have to make
No life without breath
Seems possible, we need a flesh
For birth, rebirth and all
You name it, and I press refresh
To hear my fortune’s call.
We are bound to make mistakes…because…
It’s a simple fact of life…everybody does….
But may we be blessed to learn from them
that they never will confine us….
that they help to guide us in the future
and that they never will define us.
We cannot stop the effects of aging…how every day we grow a little older
It’s a simple fact of life…a burden we all shoulder.
But what can make that burden less a burden as every day we rise
Is if, as our body’s ages, we keep our child eyes.
As a child we saw no differences in our colors, sex or name.
We held hands and talked to everyone as if we were all the same.
We welcomed all visitors who walked in through our door
Our eyes looked out on a world of peace and love…we never dreamed of war.
Miracles, innocence…love, joy beauty, adventure and curiosity
these are but a few of the wonders the eyes of a child see.
But as we all grow older…as we are meant to do
life throws obstacles in our path that tend to change our point of view.
And somewhere along the way…as different paths are crossed…
we tend to lose our innocence…and our child eyes get lost.
Of course I have no proof things would be any different
but I do love to surmise…
what our would would look like today…
If everyone could see it…
through their child eyes.
You can pretend I never happened
Expunge me from you mind
Exorcize the ghost of me
Leave it all behind
You can play the role of happy
On your convoluted stage
Recite the same old monologue
Act profoundly unafraid
Go ahead, do all those things
But that won't change the truth
That once we flamed each others souls
I remember,
And so do you.
I know you still must think of me
You miss my skin, my touch
The way my teeth would nip your lips
You couldn't get enough
But now that it's all over
You want to show me that it's fine
But I see you and I know you
Staring at me all the time
I caught that little flicker
The dancing in your eyes
I feel the heat, the want it in
I recognize the signs
So keep saying you've forgotten
Denying 's what you do
But that won't change the simple fact
That I remember
And so do you.
Standing on my head
looking up at the trees
and the sparkling sky
When it’s dark I don’t see
the ship float by nor
the tsunami sea
Upside-down women
on either side
of cotton candy eventide
When the light’s bright
palms and ferns come to life
tickling my soles
and I am able
to rearrange the houseplants
with my toes
How much harder it is
to apprehend the tossed high heels
and the mute parrot
high and higher
almost in flight
but I catch them
as I carry on
with lethargic lids
that never seam
The minute I close them
my baby-faced muse
pries them open
with a seam ripper
and I flick the light back on
and then to annoy her
I hit the switch
so I can view the “Fanch”
in the Hitchcock hour
Truly, I am reclining
and in turn propelling
out of my chair
It’s been a long day
I won’t bore you with its tales
I’ll just point you to
the simple fact
that artwork looks different
hanging
upside-down
or inside-out
or Cubist
Your hand
As so inclined
Am I to show that love refined
Itself to friendship
Yet in that lowly
Friendly act
There still remains the simple fact
As lips touch skin
Respectful blessing
Is released
And worried brow becomes uncreased
For lips they linger..
Just a while..
To transfer more than just a smile
They wish to walk the extra mile
From wrist
To forearm
Where friends desist
And love walks slowly from the mist
And yet..
This happens
In the mind
Forgive the drift from 'love refined'..
As thought constrained
And locked away
In hopeful future such love remains
A warmth, cold daytime life detains
In daydreams
For those unfortunate
Enough out there
Living amongst us
Who suffer in the grips
Of our so many human forms
Of the debilitating sickness of addiction
I have always wondered
Are the numbers so high
In regards to those who follow
their calling
To become the keepers of the faith
Is that why when it comes to
Rehabilitation and following
The 12 step program
When it comes to God
They refer to and say
A God of your own choice and belief
Whomever that may well be
As your Higher Power
Far greater than you
And is why I question and ask
Have they indeed forsaken or
lost their faith
Or has their God indeed forsaken them
Because the sheer volume of numbers
Say's one thing or the other
As the simple fact of the case and matter
Is he hasn't helped them thus far
from ending up where they are
In the same place as all the other
non - believers
It would and sadly does appear
Praying for a Higher Power
To just step in and offer
Some much needed and requainte help
If you listen very closely,
You can hear the wind whisper.
It calls out to your spirit,
Inviting you to come along.
As it whisks you far away,
To the four corners of the world;
You witness the awesome beauty,
Of this planet we call home.
In a now disembodied state,
You're caught in a mighty current.
Washing over and cleansing all it touches,
Or manipulating its directional course.
Whether a soft caress to ripple grass,
Or a gale force to anger the seven seas.
The ability to shape every aspect of life,
Comes from a single exhalation of breath.
It speaks without any animosity.
Deaf to all prejudice and fear.
It laughs at our self-righteousness,
And sighs at our blatant cruelty.
Those blessed with innocent souls,
Can hear the magic of its song.
Reminding us of one simple fact,
That all things flow with the wind.
Here is a simple fact of which I’m sure you are aware…
If you’ve spent any time upon this planet you know…
life isn’t always fair…
Here’s another simple fact…across this planet…
near and far…
although life isn’t always fair…
you’ll find…
some people are
So..
if life isn’t alway fair…
but some people are…
here’s a little quiz…
will you be one who isn’t fair…
or will you be one who is?
I wandered lonely as a cloud "
~William Wordsworth ~
Wandering lonely I am a lost soul
Drifting never settled down
Begin to think was never whole
Never complete so lost not found
Sadly was blind to simple fact
My thinking was not quite intact.
Aimless years wasting precious time
Time not well spent I do admit
Frittered away years 'twas a crime
Now I am feeling quite bereft
Was all my fault I do confess
is it too late to readdress?
Not anchored my spirit drifting
Around the yew trees, I linger
Amorphous thoughts unremitting
Yet, a sliver of hope lingers
As I humbly wait for redemption
Universe makes no exception.
Pixabay image by: Mazoka
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