A Poem in the Morning

A Poem in the Morning

A poem in the morning Supplements and black coffee A reading for the forming Of orientation, Spirit, to Thee. If I begin the day with words That turn my heart to God The arriving hummingbirds Make life not seem so odd. Mystery, magic, messaging That holy trinity Of...
Balzac’s Los Illusions

Balzac’s Los Illusions

Lucien could turn a phraseUntil more than phrases turned on him.Just twenty, he lept to life’s maze,With angelic face and figure trim. Paris with its jumbled ruesOf dames and writers sweet as sucre:Actresses and poets whoseCareers were impoverished or trés lucre. Onto...

Job Poem

Job’s so sad I wonder why We share our search With such a guy.His skin had a coverOf scabs and worms.Sleep would hoverBut not take him in her arms.His was the little three lettered nameReminder of our worldly jobs.The spirit is the more satisfying game—Than life as...
What a Poem Can Do

What a Poem Can Do

Today is life.  I deserve to experience the bounty of simply being alive.  I can feel the pulse of life ripple through my body wherever I focus my attention. This focus, this attention, this pulse brings me right to where it is best to be.  It is simply...
Blog About

Blog About

Topics: The Sacredness of Sex Social Organization power vs. force recruitment into groups exiting from groups Beauty and Art structure of creativity Manners and Customs The Fear of Death Politics politics is local power corrupts  voting for candidates who are products...
New

New

What is it about new:  new cup, new underwear, new coat, new kitten.  Why do we humans like new?  I guess it is simple:  it is a symbol for re-birth.  After a while all objects, including pets and boyfriends, do now awaken in us a spirit of...

Passport to Sanity

There is much control seeking by the one percentAnd much humanity in us ninety-nine others.Since learning all the good stuff can leave us spentLet’s forge a foundry where we can all be as mothers. Now, a mother can be boy or girlAnd can be childless or with a...

Gender Happens

Drawn into the man we areBecause it is from woman that we came.We perhaps arrived here from a starAnd onwards to the unknown becomes our aim. Mother gives us warm assurance.But Father pushes us ready or not outsideHis parenting requires endurance;Hers says that in...

Betrayal

I wanted to write a poem.But my heart got in the way.Much love I thought I’d show ‘emBut illusions I need to slay. I thought we had grown closerIn the solitude of CovidBut as lovers we are posers.It’s to truth I am devoted. When life reveals a friendHas a side that he...