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Valentine’s Day: Feel the Love

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On February 14, 2022

In Poems

Every day is Valentine’s Day if only we have eyes to see. May you feel the love, spread the love, and be the love, my beloved friends!

feel the love, spread the love, be the love



You love me in the sounds
of the morning
in the heartbeat of the 
awakening world.

You love me with the frost
on the rooftops
sparkling like diamonds
and the dusting of white
glistening across the lawns.

You love me in the flight
of the silver-white
bird, gracefully making
her way to the pond.

You love me in the crowing
of the roosters, the chirping
of small birds, the yapping
of little dogs - these are the
voices of your love.

You love me in the greeting
of the neighbor, the rumbling
of the school bus, in the normal
everyday work-and-play slice
of modern life.

You love me every day
in little ways, let me have eyes
to see, let me have a heart
to receive your never-ending
love for me.

I Saw Venus: A Poem of the Morning Star

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On February 13, 2022

In Poems

This is for the hopeless romantic with a morning star in your eyes!

Morning Star



I saw Venus
the brightest morning star
shining in the sky
a dazzling beacon
rising to new heights

her radiance calling poets
in this month of love
Valentine is smitten
by the lady from above

SLEEPLESS: A Haiku Poem Of Sleepless Nights

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On February 7, 2022

In Poems

This is a lament for those restless, sleepless nights of anxious thoughts and ruminations.

Sleepless Nights




My thoughts are swimming
laps in my head, back and forth
as I lay in bed.

Sleep is hovering
just out of reach, back and forth
like waves on a beach.

Oceans of worries
roll in like a tide, back and
forth, eyes open wide.

No lullaby, no
gentle song, my thoughts keep me
awake all night long.

I Write The Words

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On February 2, 2022

In Poems

This is for you, dear reader. I write the words for you.

I write the words


I write the words
that bubble up
from some mysterious spring
deep inside me.

I write the words
that rise from my heart
as I lift my eyes to the heavens
and witness awe-inspiring
artwork displayed across the sky.

I write the words
I hear in the crickets, the bullfrogs,
the call of the hawk
and the squawk of the geese.

I write the words
I see written on the wings
of the butterfly,
on the trunk of the tree,
in the contrails of the jet plane.

I write the words
I hear in the voice
of my heartbroken neighbor,
my grieving friend,
my hopeful coworker.

I write it all down
and give it all away to fall upon
the ears and hearts of whosoever

whosoever is in need
whosoever is curious
whosoever is near, available,
present, receptive

whosoever has eyes to see,
ears to hear, a heart to love,
arms to embrace

whosoever has a searching mind,
a seeking heart, a whimsical smile,
a pocketful of wishes

whosoever never noticed
in our hustle-bustle world,
the whispers in the wind,
or the shapes in the clouds,
or the chatter of birds,
or the beauty of my words

I write it down for you
to see the things I see
in hopes that in the noticing
you will be blessed with
the gift of peace.

Grounded: A Poem

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On January 18, 2022

In Poems

This is a poem for when the world feels too big. May you always be grounded in love.

Grounded in Love




"Grounded"


when the winds of terror
threaten to sweep me
out to space

let me remember gravity
let my feet embrace
solid ground

when the world feels too big
and the vastness of the sky
pulls me too far beyond

let my feet remind me
I am stable where I stand
I am safe and down to earth
I am grounded in love

Living With Limitations

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On January 14, 2022

In Poems

We Still Have Goodness To Offer

Limitations

This is for all of us who have to live with personal limitations, who have to say no to so many things due to the way we are made, who can’t change our fingerprints but still have the urge to try, and who feel bad when we can’t keep up with others.

May we remember we still have goodness to offer in this life. 



"Limitations"


sometimes I have to disappoint 
people

but there is none more disappointed 
than I am in myself

I'm weary of all these flaws and
weaknesses that stick like glue

these anxieties and limits that
cannot be overcome

every "no" is soaked in sorrow, rued
in regret

my past is littered with failed
attempts to be something I'm not

acceptance has a hefty price

it costs me the belief that if only I try
harder, I will win

is it the world who demands too
much, or am I the one at fault?

I can tell of all the things I am not,
but I don't know who or what I am

oh, give me strength for daily living

let me find gifts for loving and giving

let my "no" and my limits fall softly
without hurting the ones I love

let me live according to design

and have the courage to say it's
enough

it's enough to be myself

Longings

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On January 11, 2022

In Poems

A poem for all of those longings that seem ready to burst at the beginning of a new year.

Longings



They are there
I can feel them quiver
with anticipation
those nameless wants
so tired of being pushed down
pricked like bubbles caught
on thorns
swatted like pesky mosquitoes
that cannot stop buzzing
buried under blankets
locked within a chest
as far from the heart as possible
within the human frame
while attention is splintered
like sawdust and scattered among
a million pressing demands
and hunger is suppressed by
distraction
our longings go unfed.


I can hear them singing
those hidden hopes
covered in neglect
the day has come
they'll be silent no more
our dreams are rising
like stars in the night
their light is glowing
a new day is dawning
when our eyes lift upward
and we finally see
they are there, our secret longings
bursting like fireworks
at the first of the year
we see and we hear them
we can make them come true
we can let them run loose
let them fly to the sky
let us follow our dreams
across the new year
let them lead the way
to a glorious new day.

Black and White Days

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On January 2, 2022

In Poems

A poem for those colorless days when the world looks like a black and white photograph.

black and white days




The world is etched in black-and-white

a charcoal painting, an old-time movie

of simpler days

The streets are empty, the houses asleep

The trees watch in silence as time passes by

unmarked by clocks and schedules

Time is released from her boundaries

free to roam untethered

on this black and white day

where winter has come to play

Songbird

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On January 1, 2022

In Poems

May the New Year find you singing, like the Songbird! 



The songbird sings her
song this morn; she does
not know about the
new month, the new year,
she simply sings, for
a new day is here.

Cracks and Holes: A Poem of Brokenness

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On December 20, 2021

In Poems

This is a reminder that beauty shines through brokenness.

Even in darkness, you are seen. Let your light shine.

Brokenness


The cracks and holes of
the heart illuminate the
beauty of the soul.

To live broken is
to pour fourth light, touching the
darkest night with love.

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