Truth and I
“Truth,” said I, “let’s spend the day,
Walking together wherever we may.”
“Are you sure,” she asked, “You want to be with me?
For I go places you’ll never be.”
“Truth, you’re beautiful,” I vehemently claimed.
“Throughout the day you’re always the same.”
I thought I could sway her with flattery and flowers,
But she remained unchanged despite my powers.
She said, “You don’t understand my heart or my mind.
I’m out in the open but hard to find.”
She said, “I have many faces and I’m rarely the same.
I can be rampaging or be quiet and tame.”
I believed in one Truth so I laughed out loud.
I ignored the levels of Truth because I was proud,
Truth stood before me stark naked and plain,
If I embraced her, would she be as cleansing as rain?
“I love you, Truth, I won’t be denied,”
But I exaggerated a lot, and, of course, I lied.
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With trepidation I set out across country, driving towards the sunset. After months of wrestling over what to do, my destination was set, my mind made up, and now I was on my way. One hour passed and already I was waffling. “What if I can’t do this? I’m not ready for such an undertaking. I should wait until my life improves.”
I stopped for coffee and took a few deep breaths. “I can do this. One mile at a time, one city at a time, and one day at a time and I’ll be there before my mind rebels again.”
Into the dark forbidding night,
I worried and fretted as I took flight,
Taking charge of a new life direction,
Heading for my faraway destination,
Discovering old fears in life’s seams,
Finding new fears in all my dreams,
Returning to my hometown,
Facing the emptiness deep down,
Nothing before me, everything behind,
As I traveled what would I find?
Mile after mile the night called,
And with morning’s light I was appalled,
Everything was arid as far as I could see,
This was not the place for me,
I had left the forests in my hectic pace,
Now rocks and sand were in my face,
Still I was determined I had the power,
To continue traveling hour after hour,
Yet as I left my old world behind,
I became eager to see what I might find,
All the resources I had at hand,
Became power under my command,
My confidence grew as the miles flew by,
Life was insisting on yet another try,
My fears were gone and my strength reborn,
I was no longer tired and mentally worn,
I decided life wouldn’t be easy but I’d stay the course,
Until I claimed my fortune and then I’d rejoice,
One mile, one day, my world loomed large,
My fears were gone, I was back in charge.
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During the week while I’m writing stories and poems, ideas that I call nuggets of gold pop up. I write them down but rarely share them. Sometimes they work their way into a poem but usually they are wasted. Sometimes the ideas are related but often they’re not. This time I thought I’d share.
Nuggets of Gold
Look for beauty and find it
In your surroundings
It lies there waiting for you.
Solitude and shadows wait
Hidden in my soul
Ready for the right moment.
Sounds and other stimuli
Connect me always
I feel the life force flowing.
Even though I do enjoy life
It overwhelms me
I’m easily distracted.
I used nine lives long ago
Searching in moonlight
It’s good that I’m not a cat.
Continuously write down
Your innermost thoughts
Your heart will know what to do.
I’ve squandered many precious gifts
Giving them away
But they will return someday.
To know, understand, accept,
When it’s applied to oneself.
Family trees can handle stress
Before the sap flows
If connected roots are deep.
Related by kinship lists
We encourage the
Almond eyes and peachy skin
She’s ready for love
My heart is pounding within!
I’ll write my own love story
One line at a time
Breathing life into stale air.
A Macintosh fell kerplunk!
That’s how I became
Acquainted with gravity.
Seeds from Macintosh apples
Can grow apple trees
But not Macintosh apples.
Cannot be traced far
Crab apples are the parents.
Small Simple Things With Love (One Poet’s Legacy)
Because I am a poet,
I am wiser than I think,
I see the world with clarity,
Able to mix fantasy with reality,
Discovering beauty wherever I look,
Or find ugliness and mayhem out my door,
I can’t ignore the world and waste my life,
I try to create order out of chaos,
And do small simple things with love,
Because I am aware of life and death,
And within the parameters of my time,
I am working on my legacy,
For a poet leaves more than leaves of grass,
For life’s deepest meaning is in relationships,
For all the experience I learned,
Loves once had, so foolish spent,
Were ground powder fine as the world turned,
But my world is much bigger than loves lost,
My fingerprints have left indelible marks,
Doing a thousand small simple things with love,
Comforting those left standing alone,
Who shed great tears of pain,
Encouraging those who lacked hope,
Lifting their spirits from the depths,
Urging those who needed words of action,
Doing something that would make someone’s life better,
Small simple things with love,
My footprints also linger on,
For I’ve walked carefully throughout life,
Stepping forward in truth and purpose,
Walking tall and unafraid to face the world,
Leaving footprints, I’m sure,
Yet unseen by me if I turn and look,
So I go trudging on,
My words heartfelt and true,
Knowing that my words are powerful,
Solving problems, gathering information,
Abstract thinking, concrete thinking,
Words that have the power of life and death,
Should be words of love and peace,
Kind words, affirming words, a chance to show mercy,
I am a poet and I share my essence,
My heart is open and in my dreams,
I leap barriers that block love’s capricious whim,
I do not want to keep love’s fire without,
It has to burn within,
I am vulnerable to the world,
And my dreams are of love and peace,
Each footprint, each fingerprint, that I leave,
Will be small simple things with love,
For I am a poet.