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Friday, March 1, 2024

POEM of the MONTH! - Solving Puzzles

 Solving Puzzles
 
Looking for an end piece of a round
jigsaw without the box
Trying to place an hour of tomorrow
into a minute of today
 
My rook is pinned against my king
by an opposing bishop
Instructions to go left while others
say to go right
 
What’s an eleven letter word that can
only describe where I am?
How can I use all my letters when
my tray is filled with profanity?
 
Letters from numbers in need
of a skilled decipher
From one person to another in need
of being understood
 
Aligning the colors of a Pagoda
while being colorblind
Is like arranging ducks that want
to swim and fly away
 
Somedays, it seems like it would be
easier to solve the Rubik’s cube
Than what lies before me from one
overfilled hour to the next
 
I suppose some puzzles go unsolved
or just take longer than others
Now, it’s a new morning to try again –
and try again with you

~

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Thursday, February 1, 2024

Empty Half of the Glass - POEM of the MONTH!

Empty Half of the Glass


My glass may be half empty

On days I feel blind –

When I can see the horizon

Through the top half

Then I am full


Monday, January 1, 2024

Comments - POEM of the MONTH!

Comments
 
A work created
Sculpture
Painting
Novel
Poem
Or other art form
 
A request presented
Comments
Questions
Suggestions
Discussion
Or other forms of feedback
 
A response uncertain
Professional
Well-received
Arrogant
Personal
Or other type of reaction
 
A prepared artist
Analyzes
Adapts
Accepts
Or rejects
And considers the source
  

Sunday, December 31, 2023

Midnight - Special Edition Poem

Midnight
 
There is a moment
between today
and tomorrow
when we attempt
to make sense
of the chaos; or
is it the time
between yesterday
and today? It’s not
really a question,
just sometimes –
a split second thought –
to ponder, repeatedly.
 
It is the first time
when both hands
come together. The time
when people are asleep or
celebrate a new year.
When one day spills
into another with
a spilled drink, a kiss or
slumber. When one hand
holds the other
in dreams forgotten or
nightmares shared
and creeps into tomorrow,
or is it today?
 
Is there an answer, even at
the last stroke of midnight?
Because by then,
on any given night,
most of us are asleep –
and our dreams are
too surreal, not of order.
Perhaps, there’s some clarity
in the light of midday
when our hands 
come together again.


Friday, December 1, 2023

Road to Ever Land - POEM of the MONTH!

Road to Ever Land
 
Dead to sin but shackled to veins
Whether I crawl or stand
I am alive with you
To Ever Land

With my back to the ground
And my face to the sky
I call your name
With a cry
 
When the darkness attacks
And the enemy is near
Inside the cave
Nothing clear
 
Sheep run to slaughter
From trouble in the street
By an angel of light
Full of deceit
 
With my face to the ground
And my back to the sky
I call your name
With a cry
 
Take me
I’m falling
Hold me
I’m calling
 
When shadows rise and lurk
But your renewal is near
Inside my soul
You are clear
 
When the moonlight shines
And the road is dim
You lead the way
Sunny or grim
 
When the night kisses the dawn
Your dreams touch the nigh
You call my name
With a cry
 
You conquered death
Lifted me from the sand
I am alive with you
In Ever Land

Monday, November 20, 2023

Matt Brown's Favourite Poem - Special Edition

Matt Brown’s Favourite Poem

A time, and a time again
He heard the whisper
Over the starry rooftop
Then ignored the accuser
A part of the greater family
Retreated from the façade
Part of the bride, with his       
He is here, we thank God

Image courtesy of Matt Brown
Though time divides
By space or not
Friend and brother
We never forgot 

Return to cemetry gates
But only in reminiscence
He writes of a robot toaster
With intellectual abundance
Though with frosted head
And lines read between
Wisdom written on his face
Not from the silver screen
 
A legacy for many, he lives
And departs his experience
To the next generation
Not sole, but his soul audience
Blinded by faith and sight
With and without doubts
His steps stay the course
Stand firm! The rock shouts
 
Though time divides
By space or not
Friend and brother
We never forgot
 
The greater family, our names
Written in the book of Eternity
The survivor has more to write
Until that day of immortality

~

(Inspired by the title, not the content, of "Marlene Dietrich's Favourite Poem" by Peter Murphy.)