30 Monday May 2016
Posted in Poetry
our paddles dip
silently into the black.
evening mist hovers
over the lake
as we glide near the shore.
otters playfully cruise nearby,
raccoons timidly drink,
deer watch
.
later
a camp fire
to ward off the chill
of the northern breeze.
time to cuddle close,
whisper secrets
even though
we’re alone
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27 Friday May 2016
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I’ll put a fresh log in the fireplace.
Will you pour us a glass of wine?
We’ll relax on overstuffed pillows,
smell the scent of burning pine.
Leave stress and hurry behind us.
It’s the time to let worries lie.
We’ll watch the constellations
appear in the darkening sky.
Magic, your eyes by the firelight.
Warm, your smile as you hold my hand.
Tell me your grandmother’s stories
of a nearby but distant land.
We communicate in silence,
My reflection is in your eyes.
Soft and gentle, your fingers.
Delightful, the sound of your sighs.
Stories of us to remember,
our stars melting gently above.
Never before have I felt such joy
as our presence together in love.
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24 Tuesday May 2016
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Buddhism, Christianity, compassion, destiny, dreams, emotion, eternal, longing, love, romance, sighs
wings to fly
arms to hold you
tenderly to my chest
never farther than a wish
closer still, than our dream.
Call, and I’ll come rushing
to stand at your side
a heart
of compassion
to comfort and console
when you’re feeling broken
or, when you’re filled with joy
in darkness and when light
shines brightly from above
for now and forever
you’ll always have
my love
…
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20 Friday May 2016
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birds, Buddhism, compassion, destiny, dreams, empathy, empowerment, forever, love, nature, nightingale, personal
on a log i sit
in my happy place
inhale the fragrance…
wood smoke and cedar.
attend the aria
of the nightingale —
her longing,
each twitter and trill,
writes to my heart.
a bird on a branch
me on a log
forever
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16 Monday May 2016
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Buddhism, compassion, eternal, forever, lifetimes, loving kindness, mystery, personal, romance, spiritual, unconditional love
twin flames
independent
vibrations in harmony
across time and space
at opposite poles
of the earth
divine
masculine and feminine
entwined through
Absolute
Unconditional LOVE
with Gold of
Perfection
…
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09 Monday May 2016
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Buddhism, Christianity, compassion, education, empowerment, free, hunger, loving kindness, unconditional love, universal equality, world
In the past two weeks
I’ve had a lot of time to think
about important and unimportant things
(long story).
I have come to some very basic conclusions
as is my right and obligation.
They may seem obvious to some.
To others they may seem inflammatory.
Deal with it —
say what you want on your own page.
I believe that as humans
we deserve:
UNIVERSAL EQUALITY IN ALL ASPECTS OF LIFE,
UNIVERSAL ACCESS: TO FOOD, WATER, SHELTER,
MEDICAL TREATMENT AND AVAILABILITY OF MEDICATION,
UNIVERSAL ACCESS TO EDUCATION,
UNIVERSAL FREEDOM OF CHOICE OVER OUR OWN BODIES,
UNIVERSAL FREEDOM OF MOVEMENT,
FREEDOM OF SPEECH,
DEMOCRACY.
These are big issues
that have repercussions in news events
around the world.
I haven’t worked out all the details, yet,
but I have seen a lot of headlines on television
in print media and on the internet.
On our planet
we must eradicate (as much is humanly possible,
as opposed to what is economically viable)
HUNGER
DISEASE
VIOLENCE
HOMELESSNESS
BIGOTRY
WAR
(and others too numerous
to mention).
My neighbor:
MUST NOT starve while I eat,
MUST NOT die of illness while I have access to a cure,
MUST NOT BE CONFINED BY NATIONAL BORDERS
if his life, health, or opportunities
are at risk,
MUST HAVE universal access to the best education
in order to best express his natural abilities,
MUST HAVE equal access to meaningful, rewarding and satisfying employment,
MUST HAVE the freedom to make their own life choices;
these choices MUST NOT be dictated by GOVERNMENT
RELIGION, SOCIETY or self-proclaimed MAJORITIES.
LYNCH MOB DEMOCRACY MUST BE ELIMINATED.
In short, I AM my brother’s keeper.
I WILL treat him as I would prefer to be treated.
I WILL NOT be the cause of abuse,
whether physical, verbal, mental or emotional.
I WILL live my life
according to the best of my potential.
‘NUFF SAID (for now)…
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04 Wednesday May 2016
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04 Wednesday May 2016
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when i was a boy,
Spot,
a black and white Cocker Spaniel
chose me.
she looked like the dog
in our grade one readers
“Run, Spot, run!”
she was a stray
wandering around our neighborhood
looking for a home.
there were other kids she could have chosen
but, she chose me.
our family adopted her.
it changed my life —
i had a friend.
in winter
she refused to go outdoors
in freezing temperatures.
she peed and pooped on our basement floor
with a shovel, my dad would pick up after her
once a week he would spray the floor
with the garden hose
Spot left us
like Peter Pan
when we stopped believing in her
when i walk through the woods
i imagine her, beyond the next bend,
chasing butterflies,
or being chased by rabbits —
she’s with me
always.
02 Monday May 2016
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ancient history, compassion, DNA, empathy, genetics, humanity, loving kindness, unconditional love, world
I’m not an expert geneticist.
I’m not an expert in anything,
but, I read a lot.
I watch documentaries on television.
I have my own ideas.
This is what I’ve come to believe:
Around 500 B.C, Hanno the Navigator,
a Carthaginian explorer,
with sixty fifty-oared ships
visited the Galápagos Islands.
Hanno and his crew discovered gorillas
and gorillas discovered them.
Although the sailors could not make peaceful contact
with these creatures,
they considered them to be
related to humans.
Geneticists now believe
that archaic Homo Sapiens evolved
to anatomically modern humans
solely in Africa
between 200,000 and 60,000 years ago.
We all share a common DNA.
We are all one family.
Families have differences
They argue a lot.
Some of them move away and refuse to talk
to other siblings.
That’s natural,
it happens all the time.
We are all the same.
We seek happiness
and an end to
suffering.
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