Let's speak of the daisy pushers,Those who have fallen before,To form the path in front of us.Those of the earth,Once risen with the day,Now in eternal sleep,Keep the tomes of the unknown,From those who stay awake.They lend to you wisdom,And the fleeting knowledge of the end.Many have traversed their path,Rather few have come back,From the … Continue reading Poem: Ode to the Daisy Pushers
Where does the line begin or end?When can we say we won,Or celebrate a victory?It seems the road never ends,And the journey continues forever.Do you feel behind or superior?Where do you walk along the ground?The crowd walks by faster,Calling out for others to follow,But refuse to show the way.They shove their way forward,But don't lend … Continue reading Poem: Where is the Bottom Rung?
Let the peace of nature relax you. Reach your energy out to the world. Let the worries drift away, As you connect to the universe. Center your mind as the wind blows. Hear the chimes signal the breeze, And the breath of the earth. Connect to the whispers of energy, That the world provides in … Continue reading Poem: Let the Peace of Nature Relax You
Little things poking their heads out, To see the light and grow. Not yet tall but soon. Spreading out, stretching, Reaching towards the warmth. Face the sun, take in the energy, Let the water run off. Worries drifting off into the air, Grounded in the earth, Roots growing ever deeper. Hold onto the memories and … Continue reading Poem: Not Yet Reached the Cold
Seeing the little things grow, Helps the mental flow, Stand against the tsunami of time and life. The energy moving and destroying, Quiets and subdues, With the struggles of the little things. From flowers, veggies, and trees, They all start as little things, Until they become big. The peace of Gaia, The breeze of life, … Continue reading Poem: Seeing the Little Things Grow
I think that many people today are aware of the comfort that food can provide. I just want to add my piece. This past Easter Sunday, I made myself a dinner of roast pork shoulder with onions, green bean casserole, corn, cranberry sauce, and stuffing/dressing. I should probably explain that this massive meal is just … Continue reading Food as Comfort
Access to a show can mean many things, It can be nothing to some, And a piece of culture to others, With big cats and larger than life people. It can attract and possibly polarize. For those who lack the access, It is a source of confusion. What amuses them so, What forces draw them … Continue reading Poem: Access to a Show
Time stands still, In a manner reminiscent of the past, Pausing and waiting, For actions to occur. Life holds its breath. For now its alright, Eventually it will need to breathe. The world says hang on. How much shelf do you have, Waiting for rescue or resume? Eventually the music will play again. How many … Continue reading Poem: Waiting on a Shelf
Dancers, we see, Connected all are we, Singing through the streets and screens. Let us applaud the heroes, Walking through our lives. Money may be tight, Don't let your heart grow the same. Tip your hat and say grace. We'll make our way through. The light will come again. Dance within your walls, Pick up … Continue reading Poem: Enjoy the Rise and Fall of the Bow
I just wanted to make a quick note regarding my blog posts and what I have been writing. I know that some of my readers mainly come for my food posts and they haven't been getting any recently. I apologize. It has been easier for me recently to write poetry than a full blog post … Continue reading Quick Note Regarding my Posts
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