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Posts Tagged ‘poems

The full moon of zen

July 13, 2012

I was feeling big, and rather strong in my car and driving home. When I saw the full moon peeking through the tall timbered pines above the road that twist and whined.   It made me feel small and rather meek a spec on this earth, where I squeak I bowed to the moon’s ancient […]

Ka-ching

March 25, 2012

Shania Twain “Ka-Ching” We live in a greedy little world,  that teaches every little boy and girl, to earn as much as they can possibly, then turn around and spend it foolishly. We’ve created us a credit card mess. We spend the money that we don’t possess. Our religion is to go and blow it […]

the seed

January 24, 2012

Once upon a time, there was a seed and because it was only a seed, nobody cared to notice it. Thus, gripped by a sense of inferiority, the seed gave no importance to its existence. Then one day, a wind picked him up – randomly or otherwise it didn’t know – and threw it mercilessly on an […]

zen’s dying…

January 13, 2012

  Zen’s dying… A famous zen master was lying on his death bed. A line of people trailed out the door and across the zen garden of those who had come to pay their respects to the master before he passed. They had come from all over to see the great zen master one last time. The zen […]

slow down (a poem)

December 20, 2011

  Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round, or listened to rain slapping the ground? Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight, or gazed at the sun fading into the night? You better slow down, don’t dance so fast, time is short, the music won’t last. Do you run through each day on the fly, […]

the hug (poem)

December 19, 2011

The Hug! It’s wonderous what a hug can do. A hug can cheer you when you’re blue. A hug can say, “I love you so,” Or, “Gee, I hate to see you go.” A hug is, “Welcome back again.” And, “Great to see you! Where’ve you been?” A hug can soothe a small childs pain, […]

Strength (a poem)

December 18, 2011

  The strength of a man isn’t seen in the width of his shoulders. It’s seen in the width of his arms that circle you. The strength of a man isn’t in the deep tone of his voice. It’s in the gentle words he whispers. The strength of a man isn’t how many buddies he […]

two boxes

December 17, 2011

I have in my hands two boxes which God gave me to hold He said, “Put all your sorrows in the black, And all your joys in the gold.” I heeded His words, and in the two boxes Both my joys and sorrows I stored But though the gold became heavier each day The black […]

hermit in a shell

December 16, 2011

Hermit in a shell against ocean swells bluer than the sea Sandy trails bled over mountainous dunes beaten by a woman with a broom! Secluded rejuvenation strengthened his legs with weighted shoulders carried his burden bed Then picked up by a bird carried across the burning beaches to a merridian of kinship words Dropped on […]

Murdered Mistletoe

December 14, 2011

  Murdered Mistletoe tip-toe tossed rocks didn’t do alot to bring it down a holiday ornament kisses, nestled in nature in the penthouse of a tree top it was found twigs, dirt-clods and a screwdriver thrown up at it came back solo, to the ground objective solved murdered mistletoe with a shot-gun round   Art~ […]

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