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Category Archives: Poems
A Poet’s Quest…
May the Words Move You
What is the meaning you’re hearing
Poets provoke, intending emotion searing
Words have feelings, both yours and mine
Do the thoughts and feelings now align?
Feel the light breeze brush your cheek,
Does it causes a chill as you speak,
Provoking you to turn your head?
With thoughtful meaning instead
Becoming you, as you too add to the multitudes of winds
Of change, and a whirlwind of meaning transcends
The nature of feelings, to thoughts, to meanings
Adding to humanities emotional intelligence leanings
So, as you find the words that finally move you
Know that it was a poet’s dream that they do
Happy Father’s Day
All of Us
Dad takes care of Mom
So, Mom can worry and pray for all of us
Dad tells his stories, we’ve all heard before
But they still have a message for all of us
Mom’s eyes roll, as he chuckles at his own jokes
And we chuckle too, because it’s part of all of us
Dad still figures out how to do everything
Creative and valued advice for all of us
Discounts, coupons, everything can be repaired
So too, we save, fix and repair, it’s part of all of us
Dad taught us how to be noble and good
We do our best, as a bit of nobility is now in all of us
So, Mom, no need to worry about all of us
Because there’s a bit of Dad in all of us!
Sometimes
Sometimes, I think I’m having a sometimes moment, but then
Sometimes, I think it’s just that I’m thinking it’s one of those
Sometime moments, and
…………………………………………….. Sometimes it’s really not
Memorial Day…
Memorial Day Prayer
Flag flies bright from the porch
For those that carried the torch
Into the darkness, into the awful fight
For us to enjoy freedom and safety at night
The sacrifice, of those women and men
Who answered the call, with how and when
Not why me, not find someone else to send
And they gave all they have until the very end
It is right then, that we remember and pray
For those with the angels we memorialize today
A Poet’s Passion
A Poet’s Passion
I need to write
There’s something more to say
But there are things I should do
Like wrapping poems into a book
But composing is passion
Sometimes I just have to write
Sometimes I have no clue what to write
Sometimes I wonder does anyone care what I write
Art inspires, life, and poetry
I’d like my poetry to inspire art
I can see the colors in my mind
Rolling the words in my mouth
Tasting them, feeling their texture
Tell me of the children,
Not what they are doing
Or their many accomplishments
But what are they thinking and feeling
Witnessing the development of character
The mind is important cargo
In a body nourishing and protecting
Find joy in a breeze when it’s hot
A chill when there should be none
The joy of clouds when it should be clear
Even the tears of rain that streaks windows
Is that a state of mind?
Could I love more?
Should I know how?
The cup seems full,
Yet add a few more drops if you will
I’ll keep sipping from that cup every day
Feeding strength, joy and inspiration
All Stories Come to an End…
It Ends
They all end
They come into our hearts
With their stories and quirks
Their weakness, failures
Their fears, and redemption
The surprise of strength
The reminder of something
That is noble within them
Which is somewhere within us
These stories that make us think
Are we like them, do we like them
We are invested, so we feel
And we miss them
When it ends
A Nod to Ancestors…
Ancestral Blood
Against all odds, you survived
Traveled, or fled, but you arrived
You fought, you struggled for life
You found somehow, a wife
Knowing hunger, pain, so tired
Love, laughter, but vitally you sired
Children that carry a bit of you
Into the unknown, into the blue
Future unimagined, to someone like me
Someone you’d never know or see
What did you give to the likes of me
That drive to grow, to learn, to be
Alive and provide a path for you
To live on in my children, as something new
A blend of each generation from before
What did we learn, what future is in store
If we could prescient a collective we
Would centuries of desire, and energy be
In the blood that courses through our veins
In our minds a thousand voices, and names
The passion of survival, the wisdom of time
Driving to a brighter future, a more perfect rhyme