Category Archives: Poetry
Born of the people,
Learning to live off the land.
As a boy, he learned a warrior’s ways
And grew to be a man.
Strong Bow hunted Tatanka, the buffalo,
With both bow and lance.
He guided his horse among the headlong rush,
Killing meat to feed the people when he got a chance.
He had wooed and won a pretty maiden’s hand,
Who became his wife.
They lived and loved while moving freely on the land,
Following a nomad’s life.
He danced with fellow warriors,
Circling the fire around.
War drums beat the rhythm,
And many moccasined feet beat tattoos on the ground.
That was when he was young and powerful,
A mighty warrior to behold.
He was fast and furious back then, many moons ago.
Now he was gray and old.
Strong Bow sat on his aging war horse atop a hill.
His shoulders slumped forward with his head hung down.
Cold winds blew around him,
Making the only sound.
The old warrior’s face smiled lamely.
It was a good day to die,
And soon his spirit would depart,
Taking wings to fly.
Cold wind knifed through his buckskins
Into his old body both weak and frail.
Strong Bow closed his eyes and softly sang his death song,
Having reached the end of his trail.
(Note: The above poem is a result of my thoughts that were evoked by this artwork.)
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There are so many, I know not where to start.
As I sit quietly and reflect,
My wondering thoughts and memories to collect,
Memories stir in my consciousness which awaken my heart.
Foolish words and deeds,
Poor choices made in youth without reason,
Like layers of paint on the wall
Add up, season after season.
Young and crazy, detached and aloof,
Speaking lies, innuendo, trash without proof.
Age brings wisdom.
Reflection brings enlightenment.
Rake not among old bones, searching for the truth.
If you receive a blessing, give thanks with your mouth.
It matters not where you are from…north, east, west, or south.
Blessings are not always recognized as such in the beginning.
Smile, and never look a gift horse in the mouth.
Sometimes, we do the right things for the wrong reason.
Sometimes, we do the wrong things for the wrong reason.
Try to do the right things for the right reason.
The end result will be so much more satisfying and pleasing.
Mistakes are the building blocks of experience it seems.
When we try to achieve a thing, sometimes we make mistakes.
Learning from our errors enables us to overcome,
Allowing us to move forward, fulfilling our hopes and dreams.
When done right, we live to age and grow old.
Aging is not for the faint of heart, at least so I’m told.
A heavy conscience of wrong choices builds memories to prick the soul.
Good memories and experiences are more precious than finest gold.
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When I hear a newborn baby’s cry
And the sun warms my back from a clear blue sky,
When a cold white snowflake alights on my nose
And sun-warmed sand tickles my toes,
When I can sense a presence and no one is there,
And trouble arises, yet I’m none the worse for wear,
When problems surround us and evil raises its head,
I lean on the promises which stand me in good stead:
I believe when I gaze on the immense, wonderful array
Of budding trees and flowering plants to children at play,
Yes, I believe!
The road is long and weary with hard labor along the way,
Yet we struggle on, hoping for a brighter day,
Striving to believe.
Should you listen carefully with your inner ear,
Spiritual music and words of praise will soothe away your fear.
Then maybe you’ll believe.
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Yin and Yang
How far up before down,
Funny person but not a clown.
Where is half-way or middle?
When does a violin become a fiddle?
Energy forces flow in together, then separate,
Moving slowly, then accelerate.
Young then old, cold then hot,
Push or pull, is or is not.
Glass half empty or half full?
It’s a toy, or is it a tool?
Flamboyant and open, then indiscreet,
Hard then soft, sour then sweet.
Life, birth, death cycles careen,
Inward then outward, but not in between.
Swirling and blending as they enter,
Trying to blend, striving to center.
Life’s energy forces turn and blend,
Like tides going out or coming in.
Focusing and searching for tranquillity
So balance will descend.
Bells will ring if they’re rang.
You’ve conquered Lao Tzu’s Tao, which is Yin and Yang,
Turmoil fades like a dying wind.
Calmness now becomes your friend.
*The highest and best in me salutes the highest and best in you.
Note: In Chinese philosophy, yin and yang (also, yin-yang or yin yang) describes how apparently opposite or contrary forces are actually complementary, interconnected, and interdependent in the natural world, and how they give rise to each other as they interrelate to one another. Yin and yang can be thought of as complementary (rather than opposing) forces that interact to form a dynamic system in which the whole is greater than the assembled parts. Everything has both yin and yang aspects, which some call polarity.
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What Do You See?
Before your eyes, here I stand,
The outer shell projects an older man.
If you could look inside, you would see
A younger, happy person, trying to be.
You’re young outside, while outside I’m old.
Your years are in metamorphosis; my years are gold.
These lines you see etched in my face
Are but a war map of life as I’ve run my race.
Your years are in front of you; mine are behind.
Who’s better off? It’s all in the mind.
You’re entangled in cell phones and Facebook, an electronic age,
Leaving no time for wise words of a sage.
Like Lemmings by the millions rushing to the sea,
You Tweet and text, playing games on Xbox and TV.
Your life will slide by unnoticed by you.
You’ll wonder where it went, just like I do.
Yes, your face will wrinkle and your hair will turn grey.
You’ll be amazed at the image your mirror portrays.
How was your life? Was it well-lived?
Did you prosper and marry? Did you forgive?
What did you accomplish? What have you to show?
What will you leave behind when it’s time to go?
In my twilight years, I wait to become and to be.
When you look at me, honestly, what do you see?
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Spiritual Affinity – Relationships
According to Kahlil Gibran, Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity *. Unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created in years or generations. It is, indeed, wrong to think that love can come from long companionship and persevering courtship.
It is, in fact, the spiritual affinity that creates companionship in the relationship. This encourages respect for each other, a deeper friendship, and a lifelong joy of each other’s presence. It also encourages communication (the ability to talk with each other in lieu of at each other) when problems arise. Mind Games and manipulation are foreign to it.
May you be blessed with spiritual affinity with your mate.
God’s blessings upon your journey!
* The definition of affinity is: “Close relationship; connection; a natural liking, esp. a mutual attraction.”
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Through ancient shifting sands of time,
Two souls interlocked sublime,
Dancing in ecstasy to continuous unheard music,
Like sand falls endlessly through the hourglass of Time.
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Controversy, like all good spices,
Will help sparkle conversation…
Like spices in the soup brings
Our taste bud’s sensation.
We’ve learned that too much controversy,
Even from the days of old,
Like too much spice spoils the soup,
Excess leaves readers angry, confused, and cold.
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Ole Father Time
Once again, Ole Father Time
Has harvested yet another year.
His sickle sweeps clear the old calendar,
And another allotted time does appear.
With renewed high hopes and aspirations,
We again march toward our goal.
Determined to keep our resolutions,
We assume our newly-formed role.
Hoisting our banners high,
The new challenges we gladly accept.
Through this new time period,
We’ll strive to be adept.
Should we fail or falter,
One thing is crystal clear,
Ole Father Time waits patiently,
Honing his sickle to reap another year.
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Worry not about today,
Nor of tomorrow.
For in another day,
Short-lived will be your sorrow.
Time blessed both are
As history they will be,
Presenting another dilemma
For your mind to see.
As you concern yourself of the morrow,
And contemplate the day,
You will see that tomorrow never arrives
Because it becomes Today!
From a song on “Fiddler on the Roof”
“Sunrise, sunset, swiftly fly the years…
One season following another,
Laden with happiness and tears.”