is like trying to find gold
in a bowl of white rice.
I found poetry
instead.
This one isn't a pearl
of wisdom or meaning,
but dirty truth;
a common rock,
cold and uncollected.
I listened to 'The Fray'
tonight, which I rediscovered
by accident
because I told Siri to play
'Two Step'
by Dave Matthews.
One followed the other
because I pay for Apple Music,
even if I drive a less-
than-sought-after Toyota
Corolla.
A man I love was once
a marine.
He doesn't know what he
wants hard enough to chose
a direction.
I know my North and South.
I have chosen true
West from East
and found myself
somewhere
in the middle of nowhere.
The Goo Goo Dolls
are playing one of my favorites,
'Better Days'
and someone else,
other than me,
is listening.
Walking down a long and dark tunnel with no end in sight
Crying, looking for just one drop of hope out of my plight
Trying only to breathe while sinking in the dark’s deep might
Suddenly burst the simple beauty of a single light
Quickening my step thinking there was salvation to claim
Moving yet faster and faster with laser focused aim
Salivating at the coming freedom from long held shame
Broken finding the light was a torch with a single Flame
Walking and weeping as there appeared a very small glow
Emerging a crowd beckoning that the way out to know
Knowing, having come from there, it was not the way to go
Heart tearing as this false hope was merely men full of woe
Slowing my step as hope was fading when then came a sound
Deafening growl echoed filling my heart shaking the ground
Blazing light broke the dark illuminating all around
Deeply saddened for it was train whizzing past darkness bound
Weeping and fully broken I stopped falling on my face
Missing the appearing brightest of lights filling this place
Feeling the Son of God lifting in a loving embrace
Taking my hand, He led me out of darkness with His grace
What’s the point? she asked.
It could be a simple solution, he quipped.
With much to do and little to gain,
The effort remained unattainable rain.
So onward she strove
Observed by those who stood beyond the boundaries
Doing much and yet ignoring them
She left having been a bothersome chagrin.
Family is not anything
But everything
Family the root
You the offspring
God chosen
To walk side by side
Through all seasons without leaving.
Tribes not a language
Rather your people
With same
Heart and spirit
But different goals
Sharing same dreams
Supporting each other relentlessly
Family and tribe
Never to be traded
Neither be disputed
But to always confide
Abiding without betrayal
Courageously striving and thriving.
We are not perfect
We all have scars
We all have fears
We all have pain
We all have our imperfections
Because perfections can not simply exist
In the human spirit for long
There are the moments in everyone lives
Where glimpses of perfection appear in our day
Finally learning a new skill
Achieving that goal
Putting the finishing touches on work of art
A freshly baked loaf of bread
I have a dream of affluence.
Of dripping gold and bread..
To feed the mouths of children
Save the hungry from their dread
I have a hope of heaven.
Where the generous are free
To liberate the captives
Where compassion is the key
It's not the stash I'm after.
It's genuinely not.
My rainbow ends with colours
Not some ever roving pot
I have a dream of fruitfulness
That though my days are few
I hope investing wisely,
Is the thing that I can do.
For wealth is not possessions,
Acquisitions, portfolios or stuff.
It's justice, hope, contentment
It's being just enough
It's sharing and it's caring.
It's not a hand-out spree..
It's never so a spotlight
Lands itself on me
Quietly I'll gather
All the will I can
To be the earthly angel
Out to help my fellow man.
So when the curtain closes
As I'm sure it will one day
Those seeds that have been scattered
Bearing fruit to plant an orchard;
Feed the hungry on their way
Stopped an angel on the hill
a wildflower growing amid impossible
through cracks in the palm
reflecting some deep feelings
motivating you to follow
across the water, driven by tides
she is in the crescent phase
In a nutshell, the essence
similar to a shy, secretive fan.
Optimism is stronger than evidence
creativity is stronger than erudition
fiction is more common than truth
the power of fantasy trumps realism
only laughter can heal sorrow
and love conquers death.
Written: January 29, 2023
Ceasing striving, poised in the void
We play out our life role
Fearless, desireless, by love buoyed
Bliss throbs make us feel whole
Journey without movement
In quiet contentment
Love’s our sole sentiment
Joy reviving
Ceasing striving
26-March-2022
Quietus
Cease all striving, oh weary soul
Everything’s ready made
Bliss suffused, feel joyous and whole
Rest in heavenly glade
Keep head-heart in balance
From God, zero distance
With love in resonance
Heart’s-a-jiving
Cease all striving
02-January-2022
Quietus
We felt the joy of the soft mellow breeze, sighing down the hill,
As we lay sprawled beneath a cedar that grew beside a rill.
Shrubs abounded, meadows covered with splashes of daffodil.
One day we'll be wed there where divine nature displayed goodwill.
Bells tolled from our chapel anticipating us with a thrill.
we are everywhere
within the straw of our relationships
to shine a sheen
that comes from polishing
each others coats
what we see are not
our individual blades
but feel the wind created
in the moments of our movements
see the field and forest sky
through each others eye
then within the shelter of our family
turn our wheel together
in a hive of striving.
It is who we are
inside this air.
ivy twirls
grateful
clings to trees
as God* nurtures
in reaching
top spot
1Chronicles 29:13 Now therefore, our God, we thank thee, and praise thy glorious name.
March 20, 2021
1st place, "Let's Get Creative With Haiku" Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/22/2021.
Dorka’s dainty darling double wide was dazzling in the dilapidated trailer park
She was the beautiful boisterous, bouncing bohemian other trailers aspired to be
They planted geraniums, lilies and lilacs, trying to duplicate her gorgeousness.
But none could compare, for her beauty was within as well as without.
Dorka was the epitome of what all homes strive to be – loving, and nurturing.
Her kindness was well known and revered. She shared wisdom and wealth.
Other homes could not be her, but they could aspire to attain her attributes.
They resolved to be kind, generous and their lovely roses grew in buckets.
Cold odd keys to lost cities glisten
as spikes of torment test the frigid
cold fish hands feeding ropes
into the winds biting kiss,
teeth gnashed against themselves.
Hanging on for life
Men in shirts of frozen plaid
disrobing for a touch of longing,
belonging to a certain tribe.
Whether they acknowledge it or not
they are each a star within the field.
A leaf, a blade, a patch of shade
within the black.
Each one forever fighting
to remain,
or to get back.
I have often read and seen the goodness of humanity
The nurses, the doctors, the firefighters the EMTs
The good politicians, the police, the writers, the vets,
All striving to keep us alive — helping us reset
Yet there has always been a nightmarish dream
Amongst this positive life’s evolving stream
Existence of the worse of mankinds’ barbaric fiends
Cruel and greedy murderous and needy
Still with a sigh there are others like I
Struggling each day while trying to be kind
A daily fight sifting through our minds
Finding dark coal, sometimes living gold
Sometimes warmth but often grayness and cold
Then arises a vivid blue sky up above the white ocean foam
Striving admist life struggles fighting to find home
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