Monday, January 17, 2022

Poem I wrote

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"SHOULD"

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"Should" is the source of much anger


"Should" is the cause of much rage


"Should" is a mere figment


An imaginary word on the page

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People are often erratic


Their awareness might be quite low


Our "should" is based on our knowledge


But we don't know what they don't know


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Sunday, January 16, 2022

poem I wrote

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SHORT SAD STORY


Terror was her playmate


Sorrow her best friend


Exploitation was her teddy bear


Overdose was her end


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Saturday, January 15, 2022

Poem I wrote

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HERE COMES THE SUN

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If you had fears or sorrows


You could write them in a song 


To sing to golden Apollo 


He would help you be strong

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He turned away the darkness


Turning gloom to meaning and light


Crowning you with victory 


Apollo made things bright

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Fed on Ambrosia and Nectar


Apollo soon became as a man


His arrows of light went everywhere


Delphi was his plan

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His Oracle was the Pythoness


Apollo the double-edged blade


He drove away illness and shadows


He foretold events with his Shade


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Wednesday, January 5, 2022

Poem I wrote

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FAITH


You are not 


Wasting your time


Spinning your wheels in the mud


Taking one step forward and two steps backward


No, all this apparent un-happening 


Is profitable and productive


The movement and growth


Accomplishment and fulfillment you seek


Is happening deep deep down


Under the surface


Where it can not be seen right now


In time, the way to your goals will emerge


And reveal itself 


Understanding will dawn


As it becomes clear


What magical transformations 


Were going on all this time

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Tuesday, December 28, 2021

Poem I wrote

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SCULPTING SADNESS

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Life had dropped a big gray monolithic block


Of misery and despair


Directly in the path, blocking the way


Almost blotting out the Sun


With its icy shadow


The only thing to do was to


Start chipping away at it, chisel blow


By resounding chisel blow, striking 


Using what strength and power 


Can be gotten from within


Letting the chips fall where they may


Hard tedious work, day after day


Until it was sculpted into something more manageable


Useful ...or even beautiful


A monument to patience, effort


The noble ability of the soul to rise


Above and create something good 


Something enduring and inspiring 


Perhaps for the ages to come

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Sunday, December 19, 2021

Poem I wrote

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HIGH FLYING

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I moved my computer mouse so vigorously 


That the little arrow took off  


From the monitor screen 


And flew around the room


Pointing out various things


That I might be interested in seeing


More closely


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Saturday, December 18, 2021

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TRANSMUTAION


What good to me are my bad memories? 


I use all my ever-increasing alchemical skills


To turn the lead of sorrow and disappointment


Into the gold of lessons and learning experiences


A treasure I can then share with others

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