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

Good Leaders, Need Good Followers…

I had a chat with a friend a few weeks ago. He asked me what I thought made good leaders, I told him good followers.   Seems simple, even trite, but it’s true.

Leaders find themselves selected to lead because others look to them to provide leadership.  They develop or they have an innate ability to pull themselves out of their own self-consciousness for the needed moment and provide insight, direction, or example that inspires and encourages others.  In most simplistic situations, it could be because of physical or athletic prowess that followers gravitate to one individual, that becomes their leader.    Maybe people gravitate to someone that has beauty, or a kind face, or appears wise, in a way that is instinctual. They then become leaders because of how they react to the sudden attention.  Again, with insight, direction, or example that inspires and encourages followers.

Good leaders, need good followers.  What I mean by good here is to question the purpose of the leader,  as well as the purpose of the followers?   Leaders that realize they are being followed, may use their influence to consolidate more power, to achieve a greater wealth, influence, or control.  But this power can corrupt, especially if it’s used to gain more power and control for an evil purpose.  Narcissism is born out of an unrelenting desire for power and the recognition and false adulation that goes with it .  Bad leaders seek to carve out their flock from all others and create an elitist and privileged group.  Bad followers feed bad leaders, and support the purpose and intent of the leader.  Good leaders may also create an illusion of elitism,  but they do so with a sense of community, of involvement.  Think about the purpose of company shirts.  They create a sense of belonging, but also are a way of advertising to those outside the group, who we are.  Doing so with the intent of attracting more followers and advancing a purpose.  What is the intent of the leader, and the followers?  Followers have great influence on who the leader is and whether the group’s intent is for positive and good purpose.

Good has another meaning here as well, that is effectivity.  How good is the leader at communicating, or providing that inspiration and example for followers?  So much more than branding is needed.  Truly good leaders learn the tools of communication, coaching, encouragement, and discipline.  They learn to know what will work and will not and with purpose how to apply the right tools and the right dosage of each.  Today many call this emotional IQ.

Followers have an obligation to be good.  They have an obligation to be clear in their own minds about what they are looking for, and to see beyond the immediate appeal and to look past the leaders lead, to see where the leader is taking followers. Evaluating the mandate that has been given, and the purpose, the value, in the context of successes, failures, and historical context.   All leaders are flawed, all followers are flawed.  Good leaders, and good followers make each other better because they support an objective and purpose that goes beyond the collection of power, of influence and control of others, and they learn from their own mistakes.  They are seeking collectively the betterment of all, even those that are outside of the group and not currently a follower.

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

Instinct…

I read an article that describes how mankind has evolved to instinctively recognize from mannerisms as simple as a wave, the gait of a person’s walk that they are from another “tribe”.  That is nation or ethnic group, which may cause a natural anxiety.  Our ability to overcome anxiety with reason allows for us to come together as nations, of many tribes, many dialects, and many characteristic markers.  However that instinct is ever present.

Instinct

Instantly we know, he’s not one of us, but we ignore
Because it’s not sensible, logical
to assume something bad may be in store
Hair follicles tell us there’s something different here
Nothing we can discern in prefrontal cortex
but something much more primitive, fear
Inherited by the survival of ancestors now long-dead
Nothing we can explain, nor really want to
but we give over to wary reason instead

Youth Wasted on the Young,

by George Bernard Shaw

Youth have so much energy, stress, future opportunity, and accomplishment.

Youth is wasted on the young… they know not how wonderful and great this life is and how wonderful they are.

Only with tired wisdom can we marvel at youth, and wish for them to be someday tired and wise.

My Stories, Poetry, Thoughts of the day