All things considered,
I suppose there’s greater sins
than not starting a poem?
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You might ask the great
Creator who might suggest
non-writers anonymous.
All things considered,
I suppose there’s greater sins
than not starting a poem?
~
You might ask the great
Creator who might suggest
non-writers anonymous.
Disposing of stuff
I never used and forgot
I had. Feeling much lighter.
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But one day, and soon,
you’ll remember a thing,
you need but no longer have!
Dichotomous halves
always seeking unity
endlessly arguing means.
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Which can lead us to
conclude that half a loaf might
be better than one.
Knox met a possum
today, didn’t understand
why he wouldn’t play.
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That marsupial
was playing his game with Knox.
He just did not understand.
Like climbing mountains,
seems an apt comparison
to describe recovery.
~
Especially when
it seems you’ve been in a long,
narrow valley for some time.
Golden buttercups,
like tiny bits of sunshine,
brighten my lawn and my day.
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At the forest verge
violet wood sorrel blooms
peek from beneath fallen leaves.
Not so long ago
you were the young son of a
young mother. Now we’re both old.
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Hopefully wisdom,
acquired through many years,
replaces long lost vigor.
One has to wonder
why kind of pro forma act
leads one to like a blank screen
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Maybe in this age
of too muchness, some folks find
relief in the void.
Watching the birds feed
every day feeds me more than
the birdseed feeds them.
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Any little seed
planted in rich, fertile, ground
will take root, grow, and flourish.
Sometimes when we try
to make change for the better,
some things just seem to get worse.
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Like when we sharply
reduce our sugar intake
and become a sour puss?
An age old question:
why can’t they see the wisdom
of my words and ways.
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Interesting thing-
One’s perception of wisdom
often differs from others.
Deep conversations,
supposed to build friendships,
often just foster discord.
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If you’re going to
swim in deep waters, make sure
your companion wants to go.
This rainy day seems
to have washed our words away.
We will write another day.
On this Easter day
may our hearts rise up to meet
each other with love.
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Eternities entombed
Does not begin to hobble
Those imbrued in love.
High speed internet
here at last! Grandchildren might
linger longer now.
~
…on the other hand…
“I.T, Guy” installed software
to “troubleshoot” from far away.
With insomnia
One might expect more product:
Awake don’t equal focused!
~
Focus is sometimes
beyond our dreams whether we’re
asleep or awake.
This creative rush
trying to sweep me away:
Gulf Stream, or just rip-current?
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It could be that it’s
simply an outpouring of
genuine creative joy.
Even though the sky
is dark and covered with clouds,
the sun is still there.
~
The sun’s always there
Spreading warmth, if not it’s light
Upon the creatures below
The mind plays games
with incoming data sets,
crafting strange realities.
~
Ah, the stories we
can tell using whatever
data, true or not, we find.
Saw heron and hawk
today, modeling both how
to balance and how to soar.
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Saw possum and fox
tonight, modeling their skills;
when to freeze or run away.
This springtime malaise
may seem to be without cause,
but really it’s just pollen.
~
We love you, Spring …but
not all the allergic
reactions you bring.
When bombarded with
stuff, it’s hard to pause and breathe,
but it’s better if we do.
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All that stuff; worthless!
Unless, we experience
every faceted aspect.
As vacation ends
and we prepare to go home,
we wonder what’s coming next.
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You’ll be welcomed by
your mom with a to-do list,
glad to have you back.
When our views are fixed
and we fixate on things we
can’t fix we can come unglued.
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Even I can not
affix some deeper meaning
to that broken start, sorry.
At each other’s throats
about every little thing
though it’s all unimportant.
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Rather than being
at each other’s throat, let us
listen to each other’s heart.
Some days we seem to
be thwarted at every turn.
Patience Tests, please take a rest!
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Obstructions challenge
some people to exercise
greater creativity.
The poet’s not proud
to receive his accolades…
but his dad’s got that in spades!
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May he savor this
sweet moment as much as his
proud family does!
It feels good to know
you’ve given your best ’til your
inner critic demands more.
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Critics need to learn
they can’t let perfection be
their only yardstick.
As daylight’s hope fades
into ever darker night
we clutch the promise of dawn.
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Day to dusk to night
to dawn – yet still we resist
the cyclic nature of time.
Tornado warning
interrupts argument. We
find a shelter in silence.
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Sometimes bad events
can produce great advancement
in a way nothing else can.