Poetry Category

No Man is an Island

Perhaps it is a sign of the times in which we live, that people boast and toast that they love themselves the most. Smiling and posing in front of the mirror they stand alone, with proud demeanor. And what of this? I agree, it is true: “Before you can love others, you must love you.” […]

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Superpower

My escape pod crashed, Into a world of abusers, Takers and users. But I see, some superheroes like me: Lovers and healers. Givers and feelers. People with arms opened wide, who don’t keep their hearts hidden inside. My fellow heroes with hearts on their sleeves: Don’t believe them when they say, “Your heart must be […]

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I Shine!

I’m not dead. Not by a long shot. With wry smile you call me “old man”, and I smile right back at you. For the light is mine, and with rainbows, I shine! Like the leaves on the trees, we each have our seasons, First, a bud so green and bright, we reach to harvest the […]

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Red Poppy

Forever embalmed in the corner of my mind is a red poppy flower, bending with the breeze. It was your favorite flower. I remember how happy you were when they were in your garden, and you would point them out to me often. But the poppies began to disappear year after year, until they weren’t […]

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Morning Roast

This gazebo is one of my favorite places. By the lakeside, so quiet and peaceful – like a quiet song to match the calm within me. I watch the steam dance from my mug, and the dew borne mists swirl and rise from the grass under the morning sun. Out on the water a small […]

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Right Track

A split in the road, will often surprise us, which way we go is an answer inside us. No one will say whether the track is wrong, but only the track they think you belong. So tune them out, and hear your voice, and make your choice — wisely. For while there many tracks to […]

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Stream of Thought

There is a place between nightmares and dreams, where my thoughts flow just like a stream. It is there you will find me, oftentimes. Making rhymes – killing time. Making plans, and neural connections. Forgetting some things and inserting corrections. My mind will wander, from poetry to prose, from family to friends, to my garden […]

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