I found '31' of my most 'liked' poems and put them all in one convenient place. Why 31? I recounted and there was 31 instead of 30. Never was too swift at math... Do enjoy reading these hand picked poems. Remember, reading one a day keeps the 'madness' away... It’s been a long time Halves… Continue reading My Reader’s 31 most ‘Liked’ Poems
what's better... a bird in the hand or a bird in the bush? answer: the bird in the bush. why? he might be holding 'your' winning lotto ticket in his beak.
this painted portrait few words in color never comes close in portrait of me and you we write our song together reading then comprehending the border fence traps our own isolation among the millions who keep walking in colored interpretation.
son of squirrel sits in my sanctuary eating my seeds which hungry mama squirrel (who apparently brought her whole family and lives in my tree) dropped down from the seed house above these seeds I bought specifically for feeding all my bird friends who gather around my backyard and chirp waking up my wife who… Continue reading son of squirrel
Throughout my adult life I have searched for meaning, purpose and mission. There was always this 'un-real-ness' about things because I never felt I quite 'fit in' or belonged here on earth. Yet, the more I searched for answers the more confused I got. 'But, when I let go of all of that, I began… Continue reading Meaning, Purpose and Mission
my poor wilted flower searching for me in my vault come back to life as beautiful as you were roots in the new soil so unrecognizable you are now that you have dried up in a mystery of life in living in dying young and growing old and drying up I am at the end… Continue reading wilted flower
my search for the meaning of life was like chasing a rainbow the harder I tried to catch it the further it escaped my grasp I have searched earnestly most my adult life for my purpose and mission never finding meaning alas, but one day in desperation I decided to give it all up and… Continue reading the search
I learned to believe in myself the hard way by never believing in myself. I thought everyone else knew the answers. But, following their advice often ruined my life. 'After many decades, I learned to believe in my gut feeling (or intuition) without proof, because that's how it's supposed to work. You believe in what… Continue reading Intuition and believing in you
mister squirrel lives in my tree he has a clever technique hanging upside down lowering himself low on the chain which holds up the bird seed house I keep he's stealing seeds meant for my treasured birds but that's OK with me I found a deal on a big bag of seeds for fifty cents… Continue reading mister squirrel
life is like a play without a script reality lies behind the curtain that's where God is behind the scenes making everything work the way he does in secret.
man's wisdom lies infinitely below nature's simplicity but when man is immersed within his own egotistical nature he remains detached from God yet man can regain his true nature through being still in awe and wonder of forest trees, fields of grass and flowers, a flock of birds, the warmth of the sun, glowing moon,… Continue reading man’s wisdom