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I am gathering dreams,Dreams of memories,Nightly, but also day dreams.
Memories just ours,Gathered together, Held as precious jewels in my heart.
First meeting, many later firsts,Many last moments, Many urgent, many more relaxed.
Each brings you closer,Brings your touch,Makes you present.
Whether you are close.Here, lying next to me, Or far away with family or friends.
Dreams are gathered together,colored ones, even some black and white,Wonderous memories relived.
Dreams uniting past and present,Invigorating memories,Mixing reality with a touch of yesterday.... (more)
It is a quiet day, a day to listen,"Listen to who?", you ask.
Ah! You haven't heard the whispers?I am sorry. They seem so loud.
Listen intently, quietly.It is in the quiet moments.
The silence speaks the loudest."It is time to rest and be present with me."
It is a quiet day,A day to listen.
Originally written: November 18, 1996
It was only when I stopped doing and closed everything out that meditation could take place. It is in the silence of my mind and the quiet of my body can be open and listen. Now, I can pick up a book and disappear to that quiet... (more)
Where am I going?I think I know!
I say "think" Because the winds Of change blow;Sometimes meekly,Other times very brazenly.
I, like the oak tree, Bend in the wind allowing The wind to pass.
Changing only those things Necessary to sustain life, And stay on course.
Where am I going?I know the way!I say "know" Because I am committed.
Commitment plus perseverence Equals achievement!I, like the tortoise, Slow, plodding, deliberate.
Where am I going?The way is here inside,The path unclear And full of danger.
It is strewn With pitfalls and brambles.It... (more)
I think of you each month. No, more than that.
I think of you each week. No, No, more than that.
I think of you each day.No, No, more than that.
I think of you each morning As I wake,
And as I lay my head on the pillow. No, No, more than that.
I think of you with each breath I take.Now that is getting closer.
I think of you with each thought I have. Now that is exaggerating.
But I am definitely thinking of you!(more)
Born of woman, Minutes, hours, days, months, Then years tick by,Some unnoticed.
Then, one day someone Called me middle aged, Shocked I knew the number, But felt the same As when I was 18.
Another day comes, A young child called me old. In my mind I murmured, "No!"
I looked withinAnd found my image,I felt no different As when I was in my 20's.
Yet, recently a person in their 20's Said with a smile he thought me ancient. Yes, I know my body hurts more, But in my mind I still have this image Of being somewhere in my 30's
My body has aged. Yet, my mind has... (more)
Oh my, it drops.Rolls along the boards,Onward beyond reach.
Just a ribbonTurning, rolling onA needed wrapping.
A ribbon retrieved,Twisted and turned,Tied in a bow.
Just a ribbon,Beautifying a gift,Delivering a smile
A ribbon,Just a ribbon,imitating life.
My lifeTwisted and turned,Surprises at each turn.
Binding, unbinding,Twice lessons learnedRolling along the roads.
Just my life,Not always pretty,Definitely a smile or chuckle.
A life retrievedeven wrapped and tied,imitating a ribbon.
A ribbon,Just a... (more)
I am hereHere within.
There is no needTo look out there.
I am here Here within.
I have always beenHere within.
I am here Here patiently waiting.
I am hereHere within.
This poem was an insight in my personal searching for meaning. This poem came to mind and paper during a time of self doubt and examination. A self-confidence grew out of the insight or discovery. A confidence fed by becoming more comfortable with mistakes and achievements of the past and actions underway. Now, 11 years later I find the changes continue to this day.(more)
A box of chocolates and a dozen bright red roses are pretty much what many a woman will receive today from their paramours around the country. Of course, nowadays, it's perfectly acceptable for a man to receive roses from a woman also. Some will be luckier than others, some will be all alone today, but despite that fact, they'll still be better off than millions upon millions of women the world over.
In Saudi Arabia today, they plan on hacking off a woman's head because they convicted her in a court of law, In A Court Of Law, of being a witch. This is not unusual for the Saudi nation.... (more)
What is creation about?Why are we here?Questions, Questions, more Questions.
The answer is: The ChildrenYes, the children.It is a seed, beginning of a flower.IIt is the kitten, learning to walk and suckle.
Yes, the children. It is the children.I see them growing and wonder about tomorrow.I see the pain from mistakes of leaving home And remember mine.I see the love and want to give them all I have.
Yes, all the children.I see their pain and I want to hold them close, But I know they must learn.I see their choices and I feel prideWhen they are doing their very best.... (more)
I love to pet my doggie.Stroke, stroke,Pat, patty, pat,Scratch, scratchety, scratch.
I like to pet my doggie,Here a lick, there a lick.Flick, flick, flickety, flick,Goes the tongue of my doggie.
I like to pet my puppy,Something flows from me to him,Something flows from him into me,For some unknown reason I am calmer,After I stroke, stroke,Patty, pat, patty, pat,Scratch, scratchety, scratch.
I like to pet my doggie.His big brown eyes expressing,Please, please, pretty please.His tail is wagging hither and fro.He brushes his body against my leg,Turns around and brushes the... (more)