Each day
Another chance
To start again, forget
About yesterday, the promise
Of tomorrow is closer if
You open the door of
Your mind, to breathe,
Freedom
Every New Day
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Monthly Archives: November 2016
Thanksgiving Day
The stuffings been eaten, the turkey is done.
Many relative abound, I hope it was fun.
Some you may like, and some you endure,
Were potatoes and cranberries the ultimate cure?
As the day slowly dwindles and everyone has gone,
The thought once existed they would be there till dawn.
But leave you they must, to return to their houses,
Packed into cars with children and spouses.
So nightfall is here, just you and your clan,
A nice quiet evening, oh yes I’m a fan,
But as I lay on the couch and drift off to sleep,
It’s memories like these, I’m certain to keep.
So cherish your family, your pets and your life,
It’s been a day to enjoy, one without strife.
But a question I have, if I can have my own say,
Is why can’t we get along, more than just on Thanksgiving day?
Thankful
Thankful
For family
Friends and the life we have.
Forever one, memories made
Through interactions of the soul.
A tryptophan frenzy,
Feverish bliss,
Splendid
The Horror…
Thanksgiving is here, in less than a week,
The leaves have all fallen, all past their peak,
With visions of turkey, football and rest,
And a good nights rest I thought would be best.
So I went to bed and the sky was clear,
The threat of snow? There was no fear.
So when I awoke in the morning and rubbed the sleep from my eyes,
I looked out the door and got a surprise,
It was during the night and while I was sleeping,
That snow had fallen, was I still dreaming?
But it wasn’t a dream, it all was to true,
Snow was now here, I hadn’t a clue.
So why do I worry? Why do I fret?
I’m not really ready, to see the white yet.
Tears
Tears, flow from the pain
Like a rusty colored dream
Swirling behind the closed doors
Of the past, forever, now
Walking
Walking
Solemn vigil
Each step moves him closer
To redemption, thinking of you
Always
Soaring
Soaring
Heavy wings beat
A familiar song
Shared with the heavens, alive and
Alone
Promise
Looking
Into the mist
Exhaling puddles of
Warm, moist air, crushing the now, hope
Reaching, grasping, promising more
Affirmations as the
Mist now burns off
Helpless
PEACE
Political opposites, a cesspool of lies and hate
Elation on election day
Anger on election day
Can’t we all just get along?
Every day is a new day to try and do the right thing
Winter Trees
Barren
Winter bones breathe,
Come to life, no longer
Dormant, announcing rebirth with
Bucolic certainty, awash
In a remote splendor
As it sits, calm
Alive
The Zen Hiker 