Poetry Is A Path
Ha! Life! ---------------The sound of an unstable ceiling fan The window with a permanent landscape. A buzzing noon in this cabin douses The race of life and thirsty deaths it yields. The blood the hands have washed flows down gutter. The earth treasures that in its core and grows Green on the stolen memory of fall. The rust is growing on the sinful feats. The unsent envelopes of letters are Becoming the placid playthings of mice. The message from you is one of them, torn. I look at the unstable ceiling fan. It is so effortless to waste away... That I choose to strike a matchstick instead. a path through these days ------------------------------------- The curse of a dead bird on the footstep.
My Epiphany
I was contemplating life, when I had this epiphany; All of a sudden, my life finally made sense to me. My reason was wrong, for my purpose for living; It's not about getting, life's all about giving. All of this time, I thought it was all about me; But choosing to serve, is what set me free. Kindness is an act, we all need to learn; Like a boomerang, all kind acts return. Compassion is cool, it will warm your heart; Accepting others, is a good place to start. Many of us still need to forgive; When you choose to let go, in peace you may live. Love is a word people don't understand;
Israel - Happy Birthday May, 2008
Israel and I have one thing surely in common, I am 60, and so is Israel, sort of. I also have a signed copy of the book "Israel a Personal History, " 1971, by David Ben-Gurion; one of 2000 copies printed, by "Funk & Wagnalls, Inc., New York. He was the granddaddy of all the leaders that would follow him to this day, so I believe. He was even born in the same month I was, October 16, 1886, I was born October 7, 1947, in Plonsk, Russian Poland, my grandfather was Russian, and grandmother Polish, and I was born an America. Perhaps he like I had a life time of studies; and I know he, like I traveled a lot, Mr.
Three Poems for Mothers
1) Enchanted Christmas Eve! It was in St. Paul, Minnesota, the conservative city... Do you remember, oh, brother, of the Christmas Eve Nights? so magical, and eager we were? I can still see the ornaments dangling on the tree. Tranquility was in the house the great sidekick of God and happiness. #2382 5-10-2008 (a poem out of the 50s) of all the holidays in the year mother loved xmas the best, and she'd buy a huge tree each year at the market, and me and my brother would hall it home, and she would put all her ornaments on it, I am still surprised the tree could stand with all the weight hanging down from it.
Aha Moments - We All Need Them! Divine Revelation, Inspiration, Motivation, Invigoration
Remarkable aha moments! We all desperately need them Times of divine inspiration Motivation and revelation, Invigoration and alleviation Of stress, strain, and confusion As the spirit within does blossom Break forth through irritation Shine beyond all personal frustration Move mightily through what wants to Undue and devilishly destroy you Transcending all futile limitations Miniscule mentalities and infuriation Taking you above into new perspectives Lifting you with love to be more effective Compelling and persuading you within Empowering you supernaturally to win Victoriously arise and no longer despise Yourself, your gifts, talents, and abilities Soothing and comforting you with tranquility Stopping every hindrance boldly and immediately Silencing every foe, adversary, and foul enemy Removing turmoil, turbulence, and proud falsity Directing you ahead as you navigate through Illuminating and revealing profound truth to you Imparting hidden insight beyond what you know Taking you beyond the superficial vain show Causing you to dynamically expand and grow Evolve within as you dare to think beyond spin Examine an issue more thoughtfully, not react hastily Refrain from responding angrily or presumptuously Halting all arrogant behavior and mindsets gently Nourishing you within tenderly and graciously Giving you the same disposition and personality To so comfort and care for those who are hurting Moving you beyond distractions that are diverting People that are condescending tending toward thwarting Discriminating, diminishing, and your potential dwarfing Change your circle of friends and fly with the eagles Leave the ugly buzzards and the scared chickens behind Pick up this revelation, its riches, wealth, treasure and find That this now is your awakening, aha moment, this time.
Wisdom Cries Out - Hear Her Cry Now
"I, Wisdom, dwell together with prudence; I help you find knowledge and acquire discretion. The fear the LORD means hating evil; I hate pride and arrogance, any evil behaviour and certainly perverted, unjust speech. Counsel and sound judgment are mine; I have understanding and power. I am both Insight and Virtue. With my help, leaders rule, and lawmakers legislate fairly; with my help, governors govern well, and all in legitimate authority. I love those who love me, and those who seek me diligently, and while they can, find me. My followers get what I've got. Riches and a good reputation belong with me;
Cecil Day Lewis - Poetry s Irish Rose
Cecil Day Lewis was an Anglo-Irish poet, novelist, translator, and essayist who lived from 1904 to 1972. He was born on April 27, 1904 in Ballintubbert, Queen's Country, Ireland. His father was a priest in the Church of Ireland after receiving his divinity degree in 1900. His mother, Kathleen Squires, was the daughter of a civil servant. She died when Lewis was four years old, which forced him into the care of his father and his mother's sister, Olive Squires. This led to a close relationship with his father and helped to form his emotional character. In 1912, Cecil Day Lewis started attending a prep school in central London.
You Ungrateful So and So
A poem on gratitude and lack thereof. The folly of complaint is juxtaposed with the wisdom of being thankful. "You ungrateful 'so and so'" I thought as I mused to myself, You've got everything to be thankful for, But you can't see it yourself. For the complaints that fog your mind, Are yours and yours alone, They'd be less a distraction, If you'd only choose to be kind. You're missing the point altogether in life, It's not just about you, For there are times when others count, And you'd see it if you weren't so blue. What can I say to cheer you, That might make the slightest difference?
How Loud is Your I - Nauseating Selfishness, Self Absorbed, Self Exalting
How loud is your I Yes, that's a question? In other words, how loud Do you defend yourself? How loud do you uplift self? How loud and long do you Assert and exert yourself In an effort to lord yourself Over others, sisters, and brothers? Acquaintances, any and all people Within close proximity of proud you Coercing, telling people what to do Pushing, shoving, and rarely loving Faintly yielding, never simply letting People be happy, nor live authentically On the contrary, do you seek to control? Dictate your will and contaminate the soul? If so, then you and the devil has often stole Time, talents, energy, resources, and life From precious people created in God's image Brutal and belligerent, you're marred visage Insecure and ignanimous bearing reproach As you try to live with yourself and cope Playing superior and pontificating royally It is you my dear who are actually the dope Perhaps you need to cleanse your heart Also your abrasive mouth with some soap Reckon your impolite attitude perilous Warm others and harness yourself before You try to intrude, invade, and collude To usurp authority to make decisions For others for whom you truly have no say Arrogant one your stubborness is in the way Just die to your pride, ego, and almighty I Cut the emotional attachment and tendency Tendency to continually control and maneuver This habitual manner smells like the worst maneur What a foul odor it emits.
Who Needs God? Poetic Prose
God doesn't care if you believe he exists, he doesn't need to, never has had to, and even if he didn't exist, you would hope he did. On the other hand, why do you think he needs to impress you with saying here I am? Your mind has said he is, and thus he does. You possess him, because you need him, not he you. He has given you the pleasures of being one of his many creations, and he happened to put you on earth, through a process of delivery; we have of course made a decision along this course of his action, to survive, and maintain a line of existence within our race, or species.