Tag: poem
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aligned to the vision of our souls
Our bodies must be open
to have a vision of our compassion
which only comes through sharing
our lives as we move forward
aligned to the vision of our souls
the stone arrived along the river
holding amalgamated pieces of god’s heart
come down to show who was caring
come down to rescue me for my part
Growing always growing
to the space between our hearts
growing never knowing
what keeps us so apart
Parts holding place we are molding
The secret space of enfolding
which when it fits in place and stays
It will last all our days.
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we are folding one
atop another folded
and molded boldly
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an optimist in love
One of the most dangerous things in the universe
may be an optimist in love.
There are no risks too great
when you see the outcome’s possibilities.
Simultaneously, there are no risks too great
when you ignore the possibilities;
jumping forward into the abyss of shared hearts
is just one of the best possibilities there is.
The amount of beauty and joy
that is available will transform
every thought into something good
in the mind of the optimist in love. -
the rainbow binds us 240214
Who did you chose to tell your dreams to?
The romance in the rainbow binds us
The treasures at the end of the rainbow
shine beauty on the world
As they can only be dreamed
and never touched
The bands of the rainbow
can be seen in their melding
But the edges are never
sharp or distinct
Such is the beauty of love,
intertwined but never defined
Red will show the heat of passion
Orange will bring warmth and connection
Yellow brings to mind
the brilliance in our sunlight
Green enfolds us in the peace
of togetherness and life
Blue engulfs the sky and the spirits we trust
Indigo has the moonlight
and darkness of night
connecting all our mysteries and dreams
Violet brings out compassionate
kindness and inspires creativity
Shining
shining
While we see these shades
there are a million more colors of variationOnly love will do
to hold the rainbow we make of our lives together
Only love bridges the edges of the rainbow together. Only love holds our souls together
Our love is not the only love.
Our love is the colors of our being.
TogetherIn the confluence of being
a silent center is held
Together -
Instead of a miracle long-awaited 240112
Instead of a miracle long-awaited
I got grace
which brought
acceptance and gratitude
and fortitude
to move on
Still not knowing
where I am going
Nevertheless
we each move on
into uncertainty -
Events of our year 240101
In the depths
of my heart
the feelings are
moving and stirring
Events of our year
glorious blessings
whirling
In the depths
of my heart
my gratitude spinning
Recalling all the riches
we are still here to share
winning all there is to win
In the depths of my heart
I must find the words to say
How happy I am
on our blessed dayI love you
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Mystique of the seasons of life can be found

crisp light of dawn over the cold blue hills
rain from the west letting moisture spill
renewing the light like renewing the land
holding out hope in the place where we stand
days spill over days on this path of renewal
certain days of each life turn into jewels
the days of the good and days which were bad
prove the truth of our visions, or make us sad
down all the days of each life on this planet
experiencing the moments as the universe will grant it
wisdom and humility lived in our sorrow
as joy and strength spill forth in tomorrow
God grants us dawn if we are up to see
the potential of growth like wind from the sea
viewing the gray light revealing each day
the forthcoming vision in life’s vast array
hoping for light in that crack which appears
on the edge of our horizon dispersing our fears
joys and sorrows from long ago times
each day that renews is here to remind
how lovers and friends are with us through time
held in our hearts and held in our minds
the joy that we shared down through the years
the lessons we’ve learned from all of our tears
the goodness of each other discovered each day
the companionship enshrined to show us our way
the potential of dawn to become the full light
is followed in the sky expansive and bright
then the wind and the rain seen in the west
as another day moves forward and we find some rest
the joy on the coast and dragons discovered
give us the roots of magic uncovered
in dirt of the earth and the misty air
enchantment renewed as we linger there
greeted by fairies and energy of trees
if we are wise, we recognize these
forces of renewal absorbed by our strength
recognizing the days that became the length
of the dragon’s tail and the tree branch’s girth
came down through time since the day of our birth
writhing from wind though held in the ground
Mystique of the seasons of life can be found
trees last a long time. Lovers will too
mist in the morning branches covered in dew
like memories and hopes so sublime
which prove the true purpose of our time
to live each day and hold each breath
for each other until the day of our death
the blessings of light at the coming of dawn
fill spirit’s gorgeous bright capacity to move on
lessons learned and lessons lost
some morning dew turns into frost
as cold memories are reminders at dawn
of places and people from whom we were drawn
holding our hopes, memories, and fears
reminders of joy, happiness, and tears
seeing these things each dawn of the day
as markers of things we learned how to say
be hopeful, be kind, be renewed by the dawn
listen for the echoes which memory spawns
shining blessings for our hopeful hearts
following each other to where we did start
hold in the heart the value found there
and accept that it is important to show that we care
care deep and unfettered because then it is found
Dragon tales and love from deep in the ground<><><><><><><> 02/28/23

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A Poem about Poetry

Poetry sings with joy
And it dances with sorrow
Expresses what is in our hearts
Each day and tomorrow
Poetry blends our feelings
Gently in our mind
Expressing thoughts as things
Giving meaning to all we find
Poetry is ours each day
If it recognizes the moment
Lifting up our gratitude
Giving relief in our torment
Poetry plays with words
Twisting rhymes and rhythms
Until the magic just appears
Bringing forth as words given
Poetry laughs just right
Captured hearts rejoice
When words together
Become our common voice
Poetry blooms and sometimes dies
Beauty in morning when it’s given
Glory in hearts when it flies
Eloquent in its vision
Poetry holds gratitude love and joy
Mourning sometimes best expressed
When memories needed telling
Thus poetry bringing souls to rest
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sitting in a dark room

sitting in a dark room
considering light
consider the space
and consider our plight
sitting in a valley
way down below
under the mountain
where we might perchance go
from the depths formed by rivers
mountains carved by streams
water through earth delivered
like thoughts left from dreams
no glow in the dark
nor flash in a mist
fully illuminates the possible
only giving a glimpse.
as in dreams or a journey
each explores soft edges of light
and the inside of darkness
holds some insight
revelations anew
portend blessings we are now seeing
to find the illusive
truth of all being
although darkness may comfort
or light warm the soul
held nearest our heart
is love as the goal
love transcends darkness
and compassion illuminates
winding path forward
to heaven’s welcome gates
a gate to goodness we seek
journeys’ guides hold us
in mysterious faith and eternal trust
our seeking emboldens
goodness tumbles out
like rivers to ocean
a true secret shared
all life needs such motion
traveling as drops in a stream
and then life’s winding river
all the hopes in our time
and sorrows delivered
to places of healing
missions of glory
as each one of us
seeks out our own story
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Questions? => cleaning out the notebook
What does a sound feel like?
What does a glance trip over?
How many cups does it take?
How far is over there?
How near is dear to my heart?
How many times is too many?
How does it feel to get over it?
Has the sunshine brightened or dimmed?
Can a walk get us there?
Has the memory healed?
Has the truth been told?
What or how or how many?
When did you realize?
Can real eyes see through?
Has the darkness touched the dawn?
Where is it?
How many is too many?
How many is enough?
When did time slip away?
Where did it go?
Can time come back?
Is there delight in midnight?
How do you know?
When do you realize?
What are too many tries?
What would Jesus do?
Can fishes walk on water?
Had time gone by?
What can be done in order to try?
When do questions end?><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 7/15/22
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I wear socks with my Birkenstocks
Just saw a lady walk on by
She looked at me and she had to sigh
Looking up-and-down down askance
At my feet she gave a glance
You know it’s because….I wear socks with my Birkenstocks
I sing songs around-the-clock
Walking up-and-down along the streets
Making up songs for all I meetSome old guy came ambling by
He might have been kind of high
He laughed at me in my attire
He laughed so hard I had to admire
You know it’s because…I wear socks with my Birkenstocks
I sing songs around-the-clock
Walking up-and-down along the streets
Making up songs for all I meetSometimes children call out with glee
As children will with their high de he
Heidi He and Heidi Ho
Hanging out with them is where I want to go
You know it’s because…I wear socks with my Birkenstocks
I sing songs around-the-clock
Walking up-and-down along the streets
Making up songs for all I meetThe woman who loves me
She don’t care
Of my foibles she’s well aware
Dressing mode is just one more thing
Her loving man has got to singI wear socks with my Birkenstocks
I sing songs around-the-clock
Walking up-and-down along the streets
Making up songs for all I meet





