In our frantic rush
to achieve our lofty goals,
what is lost along the way?
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A narrow focus
plus speed may hit the taget
yet still miss the mark.
In our frantic rush
to achieve our lofty goals,
what is lost along the way?
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A narrow focus
plus speed may hit the taget
yet still miss the mark.
On this twisting path
how will we ever get straight
and how will we know it’s true?
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But is the straight way
the true path of truth or is
it just the highway to hell?
When even the good
earth proves unreliable,
can stability exist?
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Nothing stable stays,
except, perhaps, our wish for
such when times seem sweet.
On these sunlit days
when even the grouchiest
smile, what is ours to do?
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We could join them, like
Iguanas, and bask on some
sun warmed stones, leisurely.
Since burdens mask truth,
must we remove mountain tops
to reveal our true meaning?
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Instead of masking
truth, burdens can force us to
climb mountains and find truth there.
Would you say meaning
is something found, created,
or simply not there?
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As artifacts lie
buried beneath ancient dross,
meanings are oft obscured.
Is there limit to
what may be found when seeking
with an open heart?
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When we’re present with
an open heart, there is no
limit to being found.
When surrounded by
darkness what will help us find
our way back to light?
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Embrace the darkness!
Travel by feeling and smell
until the daylight returns
Who said poetry
Requires great effort and
Some visionary forethought?
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Sometimes we poets
enter a wordless realm where
effort and forethought don’t dwell.
When everything else has
failed, what will be, alas,
our ultimate plan zed?
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That is precisely
when we set aside our plans
and listen for the Divine’s.
Please tell me a way
to make music when the heart
can not keep its wild beat?
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When the beat, my dear,
fluctuates from bar to bar?
Well now, they call that Ragtime!
We have tried standing
firm like Holly. Is it, now,
Ivy’s time to entwine us?
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Ivy and Holly,
evergreen reminders there’s
always time for both.
If you could tell me
why the ivy twines, I might
share some secrets too.
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Ancient Druids say
ivy twines like maidens’ hair
green, alive, in winter’s grasp.
Why must some people
gather more than they can use
while others give all they get
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Each of us must choose
how widely we will open
our hands and hearts to others.
What will help us learn
to sing in chorus as well
as to sing alone?
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To flaming divas,
the task is pointless folly.
To harmonize means sharing!
Is it comforting
that, on this life long journey,
spirit guides accompany?
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Be it spirit guides
or guides enfleshed, it is good
to know we don’t walk alone.
Why is it so hard
to simply say,”I’m sorry”
even when we know we’re wrong?
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A mea culpa
can, sometimes, open a door
to truths one would rather hide.
If the world is our
Oyster, why can we never
Seem to find the stinking pearl?
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Perhaps it’s because
we don’t open the oyster
and thus miss the pearl within.
If technology
joined forces with wisdom, what
manner of world might there be?
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A world alien
to egoist upright primates
who’ve learned to ape wisdom?
Why do cherries weep,
floral tears of softest pink,
in this joyous time of year?
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Perhaps we mistake
joy for sadness as they bend
to kiss the warming earth.
How can we come to
understand others
when we barely know ourselves?
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Insight is quite rare.
It’s pretty scary inside there.
So much easier just to stare!
As time grows shorter
blank page asks, “What is the sound
of one poet napping?”
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When in a hurry
how can we keep from being
flurried and uncalm?
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Bury the flurry.
Erase the haste and worry
not about the coming storm.
Could all this talk of
spring and bloom, bud and blossom,
yield libidinous ardor?
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That’s a question best
answered by the birds and bees
and those ever young at heart.
Did little boy blue
have to blow his horn because
nobody else would?
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The inuendo
that’s galloping through my mind
is best withheld, at this time!
Does great wealth provide
greater potential to cause
greater good or greater ill?
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It’s all a matter
of what matters to the one
who’s blessed with such wealth.
When the least among
us have so little, what do
those who have the most still have?
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Like those with little,
those who have the most still have
a choice of how to use it!
Now that April fools
had their day, dare we hope the
“fools on the hill” are done too?
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As long as there’s fools’
gold to be had, you can count
on those fools to persevere.
Who is more foolish
today – the fooler or the
one caught being fooled?
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The true fool is he
who responds in anger to
one who honors him with glee.