29 Apr 14
Inspired by a
vagabond seen on the drive home today...
Vagabond shoes
Pack
on his back
Swinging his guitar
Playing the blues?
I think not
Up with the moon
Out
with the sun
Back with the twilight
We play the blues
Not he who wears the
vagabond shoes
The freedom of the
open road
The prison of the cubicle
Hard knocks
life
Paperwork strife
We sing the blues
Not he who wears the
vagabond shoes
27 Apr 14
Choice
Control the
beast
Tame the beast
Become the beast
Realize you are the beast
Accept the
beast
Channel the beast
That is choice
15 Apr 14
Hero or monster
Depends
on perception
Who benefits, who doesn't
Some say the heroes
have gone the way of the dinosaurs
I say they have not
I say they are on
their vision quests right here right now, gathering the light with which to
illuminate the world again
I say each of us is a
hero in our own way
We have traveled the
road of travails and fears, moved through the trials and fears, came out on the
other side unscathed yet changed with a gift for the world to share
If the world chooses
not to see, the gold becomes dross, the wheat becomes chaff, the fire becomes
ash
If one person, one
person, chooses to see, what a marvelous transformation can be
Are we willing to
take the journey, return unscathed yet changed, and turn the dross into gold
for simply one person, even if that person is ourselves?
13 Apr 14
There is a stately
large oak tree in the park we walk through often that we have yet to see any
birds in.The other trees are full of life when the birds come through. That and
reading "The Power of Myth" rendered this poem today:
The Dying Tree
Why do the birds not
flock to this tree?
For it has lost its
Deity
Its roots are in the
ground yet not connected to the Earth
Its branches are in the sky yet not
connected with the Sun nor the Moon
Its bark is the air yet not connected with
the Wind or the Rain
The tree is in Nature
yet not connected with Nature
For it has lost its
Deity
The tree eats
The
tree drinks
The tree sleeps
But it is not long
for Here
Once its leaves no
longer sway and sing with the breeze, it will truly be gone
For it has lost its
Deity
13 Apr 14
My take on a
statement poem...
Statement: If wishes
were horses, beggars would ride.
If dreams had wings,
I'd be riding dragons
Dreams do have wings,
so why aren't you riding dragons?
Fear
Fear of
heights
Fear of fire
Fear of falling
Fear of failing
So, tell me again why
you're not riding dragons, really?
13 Apr 14
Let us
Dance to the
music of the spheres
Find the yin to our yang
Rejoice in our own mortality
Sort
perception from Reality
Hear the Truth with our own ears
Live in the Here and
Now
This is the joy of
Being
13 Apr 14
I wrote this when I
was only six poems behind (rather than the 11 I'm now at...):
Six poems
behind
Barely have time for a rhyme
Working full time
May seem sublime
But at
times leaves creativity dead
1 Apr 14
Starting off with a
senyru with Italian flair - just having a bit of fun!
April 1st, Fools Day
Ah, giorno di capriccio!
Divertente, si?
