poetry

Adjusting Lenses

This was recently posted on Medium: Adjusting Lenses

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humankind’s nature
often means brisking each day
keeping steady pace
what happens when it changes
when the leaves of life falter

as the elder man
finds the keys don’t play as well
hearing notes less clear
it’s an evolvement of life
requiring tune ups often

when grandmothers cry
because their children are old
no longer in laps
still wanting for the snuggles
take them back to the time when

as life slows way down
keeping in mind the goodness
days when suns are high
looking to the skies for hope
seeing joyfulness each day

adjusting lenses
early in the childrens’ lives
seeing and learning
each day is perfectly made
for any age to delight

poetry

Points of View

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can only shadows
speak to the darkness or can
they address the light
on the edges of shadows
are the silver-toned grayness

slivers of light tones
slivers of dark tones in sync
as shades come forth
perspective gives new meaning
perhaps a new twisted thought

possibilities
open up new ideas
giving all of us a way
to newly seek more answers
paradoxical or not

given these posings
would it be more meaningful
to study viewpoints
with a more opened up mind
giving chance to the unheard

focus is required
to examine all the facts
as it stands for now
perfectly spinning a top
requires energy less friction

poetry

Warrior Found

I recently published this in Medium

Here is the pasted version for this blog:

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frozen in her thoughts
how could she find sweet release
or any relief
some things have a stronger grip
than what anyone can see

grasping for answers
how to chisel away ice
frozen in her veins
solidifying ice slabs
glossing over the secrets

voices from beyond
calling to her soul to free
strengthening numbers
ready to help set her free
lending, giving their powers

the breaths of millions
feeling the fiery heartbeats
raging for lost souls
escaping the prison cell
escaping the torturous

many voices speaking
telling of the hope for peace
one listening soul
knowing there is true freedom
in breaking free of lost dreams

tempering resolve
place the anvil on the ground
forging a new life
allowing the freeze to thaw
stepping forth to make new life

poetry

Baby Bubbles

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Baby Bubbles

blowing bubbles free
releasing gases without
worries or concerns
such is the life of babies
are they really clueless, though?

carefree and happy
infectious smiles, freely shared
do they really know?
I’d like to think it’s truly
they know exactly what’s up

never doubt the meaning
of life so freely offered
it’s really a plan
grab people’s hearts with bubbly
giggles and boggles the mind

perhaps lessons learned
are about being freely
able to express
just like a drooling infant
brings forth the simple joys