We believe now is real
The future beyond
The past is sealed
We are alive and we are dead
It has no meaning to what is said
The present darkness will not gather
Yesterday and tomorrow will not shatter
When time begins there is no before
When time will end there is no after
The truth inside is what you find
When you leave the illusion behind
As with any other day
Our spirits blend
As if to say
We are all this way
We are all that way
Strip away the mask
The fear, the blame
What remains is human
We are the same
At nighttime's end when I am awake
please give me a no-pains day today,
a no pills and no ills day I pray.
For you and for all mankind I pray.
When World finally decides to awake
let there be no violence today,
no drones and no early deaths today;
no mourning, no suffering I pray.
Let ugly war sleep and peace awake.
Awake today and always, I pray.
Love is the building of moments; making each one unique.
Love I am here, like the feeling of air; unseen but near.
Love you pulled me into your arms, now I feel you with just a thought in my mind.
Love you are like the rain, you wash away the old and make me feel new and refreshed.
Love you are like the sunrise, you make the day feel alive, you fill me with your warmth and love with just your smile.
Love you are like butter on my toast, you make me feel sweet and crisp and delightful each morning.
Love you are like a brisk walk, you make me feel like moving and getting all my thoughts on track.
Love you today and always, my love.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
So beautiful you are, like a moon shining you are bright each moment in time.
So beautiful you are, you make all the moment in time feel special and memorable with all your acts of kindness.
So beautiful you are, spreading love, joy and forgiveness, making us all feel cleansed with your actions to heal us.
Heal us from all our wounds, wounds from the one who wants us to be crucified in this life.
So beautiful you are, to make us, to allow us time to grow to learn to make everything right with life.
For Jesus told us that we are all on our paths, each with a mission, walking through life and home to God's house.
So beautiful the ways to God, lifting all our love and intentions for healing and positive outcomes.
Love you are the way, you can make each day more beautiful with love and kindness, and leading a path forward home to God.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Today my to do
list is longer than my time
and motivation
Your love is so beautiful it fills the air like a sweet day, it makes the air feel smooth and calm like a hum of a bee sitting on a flower.
Your love is like the running river, smooth and moving, full of energy that lifts me to the clouds.
Love I looked and saw you near, whispering in my ear, all the beautiful things that I love to hear.
Love you are so beautiful, you must have been good, for God sent you to lift all of our hearts to float to your tune.
Love you are the one, the one that is full of beauty and love and sending it all around.
For love is beautiful, it makes us feel so incredible, like a moment in time that stays forever enshrined in our mind.
For God is love, and we are forever in love with all of the blessings that we receive each day of our lives.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
I let the roar
Of the waterfall
Drown out
The doubt,
The pain,
The longing,
The fear.
I climbed a large rock,
My fear already churned in the rapids,
And surveyed the river
Below…
My self a naked feast for the flies.
And,
Drying in the sun,
I shed the weight of apathy.
The fear tried
(It tried)
To come up for air
But,
I held it down with a river rock
As
I bared my teeth in defiance.
A sound,
Like a rumble,
Burbled up from my gut
And broke above the roar
Of the falls,
Soaring it began as a low growl:
“No you don’t! Not…no not…
And triumphed with:
“Not Today!”
©?2026TaraHicks
Mega Five
Mega Millions now five dollars a draw
for some folks not affordable at all
These lotteries originally a dollar to play
At two bucks a pick Powerball all the way.
Kittens up a tree
Four little kittens up a tree
none climb down scared I see
Spray with hose and two flee
Two stay up a little wet to be
Spraying won't work so I go away
but two kittens up a tree stay
Even mom cat couldn't coax them down
up a tree two kittens hang around
Maybe at night two kittens flee
under cover of darkness down the tree.
Coffee Black
Need my coffee black and strong
brewing on the stove top all day long
Keeps me going with that jive
wakes me up knowing I am alive
Pour it hot from that coffee pot
cup after cup body craves a lot.
Police cars block the side streets;
The avenue’s car-free
To make the strolling easy
For pedestrians like me.
The booths hold clothes and jewelry
And crafts of every type,
But front and center is the food,
Deserving of the hype.
Most every nationality
Is represented by
Whatever meals the chefs at hand
Can chop or stir or fry.
Aromas fill the neighborhood
As people buy and munch
A snack to tide them over
Or a more substantial lunch.
Distilleries display their wares
Near smoothies packed with fruit,
The locals and the visitors
In purchasing pursuit.
A lovely way to spend some time
On a fall-like afternoon,
Succumbing to the urge to buy,
To which I’m not immune.
Romance To The Feeble-Minded
A sweetheart loved by every troop,
From distant lands, outside his group.
A decade’s bond, a quiet joy,
She bore his love a first-born boy.
Then fortune turned; he took the throne,
And wore a crown of steel and stone.
The state caught fire, the borders bled,
A butcher born, where mercy fled.
He turned his guns on her own race,
And wiped her memory from his face.
Severed the ties, forgot the child,
As war ran bloodthirsty and wild.
Ten years he ruled in blind deceit,
While terror marched upon the street.
An army wild he couldn't tame,
Three years of mayhem in his name.
His eldest son, a stranger grown
Unrecognized, ignored, unknown.
For eight and forty years of dread,
The general hid from son, his coward’s head.
No vision held, no focus clear,
A feeble mind led on by fear.
Too late the waking conscience stings;
Too late the courage power brings.
Unstable man, blind or visionless
Conscience- dead, tasteless and emotionless
Led his army into unnecessary blood bath
Even in his nineties, continued lying as from the birth
The outdoor art fair has displays
In canvas booths that zip.
When setting up for two days straight,
I guess it saves a trip.
I don’t know what security
Is there for overnight,
Though thieves could slice the canvas,
Even if it’s zippered tight.
The booths provide protection more
For rain-related times,
The artists likely worried
About damage more than crimes.
Today, the second of the fair,
Was raining from the start.
I walked past many zipped-up booths
And couldn’t see much art.
Predictions were for sunny weather
In the afternoon.
I'm sure for all the artists
Sunshine couldn’t come too soon.
I’m sure some picked up all their work
And didn’t stick around,
While others waited, hoping that
Their business might rebound.
By Poet.... "Haven hide me safe and sound. Far away from this cruel world. Give me peace of mind and body."
The story of my haven,
as I ran from the huge raven.
Was I living in a cave-in?
Life's pictures have been hung with a cloth pin.
The huge raven represents life,
the cave-in represents midlife.
Where did life go?
Time had no flow,
no more glow.
All the time I was low,
I just wanted to live and to grow.
Hiding in my safe haven covered with snow,
I now watch TV and a new game show.
Sometimes a poem only needs its title.
Sometimes though it’s clear
The lessons of history
Were never learned
In the first place.
(9/11/26)
No queries were there when they met,
Nor answers left for them to get,
Nor easier was it a task,
Though too little was there to ask,
When four eyes became two, one fate,
Two rows of teeth together smiled in state,
Memory of lifetime was set
To dive into together to get wet,
Memories pictorial expressed in dream,
Saved in warm blood, taking a flight on whim,
And never easy to erase,
Nor ever to chase,
Memories saved in warm blood
Pulsing deep beneath the flood.
So, let the yesterday’s memory
Take her flight on whim,
As long as tomorrow’s are savoury
Making our today’s dream.
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Musings | 08.02.2016/revised Sept 2026| blood, dream, life, memory, today, yesterday, Free verse
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