Category: My Poetry

The Three Little Pigs

  The first little pig lived in a straw house He had no worries about anything He wanted a quick start He wanted to go about life Hating to worry or fuss Not a strategist was he A live by the seat of your pants one he was A shared thought by the young Until life smacked him down a notch When everything went … Read More The Three Little Pigs

Take it to the limit

Come on, and take it Just one more step I know you can’t see Where you are going is a mystery And it’s been so hard But try with all your might For one second to believe That I am trustworthy To lead you on To where you won’t need A guide to rely on You will have an epiphany I know, I have … Read More Take it to the limit

Inspired

I am at one with myself I am a teacher I am a listener I am a pro-claimer I want more So much more I want to follow The path that leads me to it I am standing on the high board Not sure if I know how to swim But I want to trust That my soul knows the way Fueled by my … Read More Inspired

Night Musing

This is new for me Writing while the news is on Good test to see Can I think and feel myself While all the world is running a muck The media frenzy pursues Relentless and persistent The narratives compete Push and pull Rip and tear We are in a war for the mind But who will take the time To do the work to … Read More Night Musing

Born to be Free

I am breathing hard as my steps are pulling me forward Winding through the trees my heart races I left the path seeking adventure Always needing to explore to find the unexpected There is just so much more So many live by the rules Safe in a ritual of obsessive order Stifled by a strict regiment I ran out the door Freedom is power … Read More Born to be Free

together forever, goodbye

It came so swiftly that no one had any idea There were plans There was excitement A new life is coming You and I are one We had created this little one to come Something has shifted What is this intuition I cannot pay attention to anything else Something deep is calling to me I must pay attention Something is wrong It is too … Read More together forever, goodbye

You’ve got to carry that weight

Like an egg in a shell My heart has been sealed away It’s so much safer in there But when its time to grow the egg must be cracked There is a time for everything For some the time never comes It takes great courage to look deep inside It’s so much easier to avoid To drink from the waters that blind Soothing is … Read More You’ve got to carry that weight

The Compass Calls Us

It’s a twisting and turning labyrinth trying to get to you I can see within my mind the picture so clearly from where I stand I already scouted out the land as I hovered above it in flight I studied the earth below with all its dimensions Trees and brush, hills and valleys Streams and rivers I can see the path that will get … Read More The Compass Calls Us

Two Hearts Collide

Two hearts collide and an electric current flows between them They swirl around each other like planets orbiting the sun Drawn to the light within and the heat that flows they fixate Two sky divers jump into the air and fall fast Tossed by currents and forces that separate They run with the wind, against the wind and crab through it Their eyes are … Read More Two Hearts Collide

A Bird on a Wire

Feet clenched, holding on tightly, balancing through the shifts in the wind, the bird hangs onto the wire. This is not a place to stay, only a quick vantage point to scout for food, to be safe above the commotion, but it is not a safe place. Little woman, hiding in the shadows, never reaching the full light of day, holding on tightly, balancing … Read More A Bird on a Wire

Waking up is so hard to do.

When I think I have yielded all I can, something happens, and I realize I must yield again. What does this mean? If yielding means to give way to arguments, demands, or pressure, then have I chosen wisely? Life will always give us unexpected blows. We will also see them coming and deny they are a reality, but the blow comes anyway. So whats … Read More Waking up is so hard to do.

“I will not an die an unlived life.”

Here is a poem I have kept for years to remind me of what I strive for. “I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a … Read More “I will not an die an unlived life.”

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