Category: self transformation
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White lace
Where I sit the arm on our couch is worn It is then I understand why My mother and her mother and her mother… Sat for hours in a corner chair Crocheting frilly, white, lace doilies to protect The fabric of furniture from wear And I wonder about other tedious daily chores She performed to…
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Pressure
Two kinds of pressure Within and without Both will kill you If you don’t watch out One will make it rise The other make it seethe You can change the outcome Just relax and breathe Push your ass from the table Do not lick the pan Take a baby aspirin And your Losartan 5-9-23 from…
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Sip the morning dry
Like a ship coming to harbor, bullfrog calls out from weeds, I’m here, I’m here, I’m here. Before heat chases dawn away, I watch day shadows shorten, ask the Creator to refine my character, inhale the last fragrance of warm tea from the bottom of my cup and sip the morning dry.
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Greening clover
Today is the anniversary of my birth; a day when I was innocent and my parents were not yet disappointed. I put on old shoes and a rain suit, grab the umbrella from its place on the porch and walk in the park. Beside the pond I recite the name of God and ask for…
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The end is the beginning, is the middle, is the end
My father was always concerned with the now, with what I’m doing with today with not wasting time in pursuit of frivolous things. When my first book of poetry came out, he told me on the phone that he read my book and he didn’t think much of it. At the end he spoke of…
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Sand in my shoes
I wish I were a mystical man but my toes curl into the sand. I daydream intricate math equations, design homes and landscapes unable to afford the cost. I intuit award winning poems and novels I have no patience or skills to write. Yet, still I wish I were a mystical man but my toes…
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moon rise
just because earthquakes shake mountains and they tumble to the sea is not a good enough reason to stay in the valley and not approach the stars rise up like an eagle the moon has something to whisper in your ear 6-15-23
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Joseph Campbell meets Mary Oliver’s ghost haiku
it does not matter where into the wild you flee your shadow finds you 8-19-23
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apple cider vinegar
late at night you read the news and think it is unjust to be held liable for the knowledge of good and evil, if the apple effect has worn off maybe… we should be let back in the garden 9-1-23
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a snake eating its tail
every end is a beginning of something new accept it and move on obsess over an ending and you may miss a new beginning 9-2-23
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