I sit and ponder of all the wonder,
When once was fret and anger and thunder.
With time and age, to ease my burden,
Of things too small to worry or bother.
The troubles of life are no less thought of,
Goodness fills more than the other.
With burdens eased with mindful change,
To lessen pain, allow joy to reign.
A wish for all is a change in heart,
To lay down the hate and make a new start.
If only to lessen the madness we carry,
And live a life of peace, more sharing.
Stay inspired my friends!
Came from the woods in feathered glory.
First just one, tom leading the way.
Soon was joined, the rafter, the flock.
Noisy gobbling, at distance would warn.
Where next to end upon a table.
Call it gobbler, a tarnegol hodu, kalkoen, moan barang, pelehu, shichimenchÅ, Truthahn, or plain old Turkey.
Bird is sacrificed, we celebrate the food,
Table full, no turkey alone, true thanks for all given,
From feathery beginning, to the corn, the cranberry.
Our family to all, here or there, cheers to your Thanksgiving.
Stay inspired my friends!
Willie came and Willie went,
Even with his crooked bent.
One eye it was closed,
For how long, no one knows.
Yet Willie came and Willie went.
Ethel stood and Ethel sat,
She sometimes lay down on a mat.
Had an ear, was oh so deaf,
Was even hard to hear her breath.
Yet Ethel stood and Ethel sat.
Willie came and Ethel sat,
One eye, one ear, and love did chat.
Two perfect people sharing a moon,
Hearts together, beating in tune.
Yes Willie came and never went.
Stay inspired my friends!
The day is cool but humid breezy,
Closing days of autumn nearing.
To sit and wish against the change,
Each leaf it falls to winters calling.
Nature speaks with change of season,
Bending to the inevitability.
Winter comes, we wish for warmth,
Too soon to sit beside the hearth.
Plants and animals adjust in tune,
As humans fight in divide and gloom.
As life goes on with winters hold,
Can mankind solve our bitter cold.
Stay inspired my friends!
The day is near to cast your voice,
A way to state your choice.
Tuesday is your voting right.
We've heard the arguments,
Two sides have made their statements.
Tuesday is your voting right.
The right, the left, the middle swings,
Our right to vote means everything.
Tuesday is your voting right.
Results it brings to our grand nation,
For some disappointment, others elation.
Tuesday is your voting right.
Get up and vote your belief, your choice,
Whatever the outcome, we all had a voice.
Tuesday is your voting right.
Stay inspired my friends!
A word, an adjective, used so much,
The best, the most, the largest of all.
We get it, its great,
A word used so much.
Economy, jobs or acts of decision,
The policies, the orders, the grandest of all.
We get it, its great,
A word used so much.
Accomplishments, failures,
Life's normal occurrences.
Can all things be great,
A word used so much.
The word used so much,
Like watered down juice.
The meaning becomes nothing,
A word used so much.
Defined by a dictionary,
Means action not bluster.
Live life in greatness,
Not just a word used too much.
Stay inspired my friends!
The air we breathe, when we take a knee.
The pew, the field, whichever we believe.
A common theme is the air we breathe.
The air we breathe, when we protest our grief.
The street, the park, in social media we talk.
We do so using the same air we breathe.
The air we breathe, when differences reign.
The shouts, the tears, our moral outrage displayed.
All that is left is the air we breathe.
Stay inspired my friends!
In winter it came so quiet and growing.
We gave it no notice nor heeded the warnings.
Under control, not worse than the flu,
We gave it no notice nor knew what to do.
In spring it was loud and so deadly serious.
We laughed at the masks, our freedoms, we choose.
Such simple steps but oh how we mused,
We laughed at the masks, so many we will lose.
In summer we said it will go away, you fools,
Yet the echoes of death, so many are dying.
It held on firm, it continued to spread.
The echoes of death, it is what it is, was said.
With fall now upon us, debate it runs on.
We fools of the virus, remain to get stricken.
A leader is touched, like millions of others.
We fools of the virus, how many get taken.
Stay inspired my friends!
Grey clouds swirling in random quiet,
Filling days with covered notions.
My mind it drifts with all their passing,
To places of so many emotions.
The sky will fill with gentle rain,
Like tears of joy or tears of pain,
The day continues mostly silent.
The Sun it sits above this blanketed sky.
It settles then onto the horizon,
Darkness falls, still stars are hidden.
And tears still fall on ground so sodden,
To wash and cleanse that which I feel.
The night continues mostly silent.
The day returns the rain has settled,
Upon the earth so dry now fertile.
It springs forth hope of new direction.
My mind is filled with eased conviction,
To watch the sky now cleared of grey.
Each day it passes, each one is new.
My life continues mostly silent.
Stay inspired my friends!
If the sky screamed colors of orange and red,
would we take notice.
If the winds grew hot and unrelenting,
would we take notice.
Nature's voice resonates its truth,
with years beyond our own.
If the forest crumbled into black ashes,
would we take notice.
If the birds soared with no branch to land upon,
would we take notice.
Earth so magnificent and wonderful,
takes care alone in spite of us.
If we cried out from the smoke,
would we take notice.
If it all ended with nothing left,
would nature take notice.
Stay inspired my friends!
In a moment of wanting,
I turned to ask a question.
To ask the man who taught me so much,
A man who taught me so much.
The bird so high in a blue sky,
No wings flapping, moving smoothly in flight.
The trail it leaves marks a path,
From one destination to another.
To see from so high, so very high,
A world so small, its largeness so immense.
I long for a return to flight,
To see a world I thought I once knew.
From feet in the cool green grass,
Gazing to see a bird so free in flight.
Longing for the lift to let the dew release,
Seeing the curve of my earthly wonder.
My flight will return, to soar above the birds,
To feel the air beneath my feet.
Rising above the noise and chaos,
To return and nest in the comfort of a lover.
-- Stay inspired my friends.
