I’LL BE OKAY… a poem

man standing on wooden chair

One step, two step

Falling back three

This ever changing landscape

Is getting the best of me

Just when it seems

I’ve broken through

Into a better place

The cruelty of reality

Slaps me in the face

But, that’s alright

I’ll trudge along

Tomorrow’s another day

And if this is the worse thing

That happens to me

I think I’ll be okay

The hawk soars

Even while the tiny blackbird

Deftly dive bombs it from on high

One merely twitches and adjusts

The other strokes and falls

They both carry a faith

Whether large or small

Neither of them lose their focus

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RECEIVE… a poem

When I was small

You picked me up

You held my hand

You gave me love

Now I’m older

But I still see

The love in your eyes

When you look at me

And just like you

I pass it along

To my children and theirs

This sweet love song

Sometimes with words

And with actions too

The loving heart in this heart

I received from you

THE HAND YOU’RE DEALT… song lyrics

Woman in Green Long Sleeve Shirt Holding Brown and White Ceramic Cup

I’m gonna roll into tomorrow

And forget my yesterday

We only have one life to live

So, live it all the way

And if you get an attitude

Step back and turn a smile

Then look into the mirror

And reflect for just awhile

Sometimes it isn’t easy – no

Sometimes it’s just plain hard

Like looking at the hand you’re dealt

Without the winning card

So, if you get this message

And, it’s ringing true for you

Take advice from one who knows

Your time will come when due

FUNK AND JUNK… a silly poem

I sit and ponder

And sometimes cry

Sometimes I laugh

I don’t know why

man sitting on chair

The confusion that’s swirling

Inside my head

Keeps my hopes alive

Which is better than dead

And if I put things off

Just a little bit more

Then tomorrow creeps in

Faster than before

silhouette photography of mountain during golden hour

So maybe I’ll concentrate

And work through this funk

And like a slow computer

Delete all the junk

garbage bags on the floor

YOU GOT THIS… inspiration

brown dried leaves on sand

That hesitation that prevents us from moving forward

Will be the same hesitation that gets blamed for our unwanted predicament.

If we listen to our heart more

We will see the rewards of doing what God has nudged us to do,

Or we may fall into the arms of only seeing the failures.

Growth comes in many forms

And failure is one of them.

Stop, reflect, pray and move on.

You got this!

BROKEN STONES… a dark poem

ices on body of water

The burden of the broken stones

Weigh heavy on the mind

Whitecapped waves crest and foam

But cannot wash away the crime

Building blocks to small to see

Poisoned the whole of the base

Years of neglect have now captured me

As I slow to a crawl in my pace

Hindsight lends no healing sauve

For this conjured soul of the damned

Only regret of a dying wretch

As I crumble into sinking sand

DOORS FOR TARA… a poem

white wooden framed glass window

Ever does the new moon rise

Yet black in the clearest autumn skies

Undaunted by earth’s rotation abound

Creeping ever so slowly above the soft ground

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As early the glory of morning sleeps tight

The day brings it refuge to open with light

But only to fall back to sleep once again

Brings closure to dream of a new morning’s grin

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The heart on its journey can be quite the same

To open and close with emotional aim

While we wonder throughout our life in a daze

It’s a challenge we face walking through life’s maze

~~~~

And doors have their hinges that swing to a stance

They’re open or closed as they move in the dance

We all are like doors if we look at our lives

We open and close like husbands and wives

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While some of us never quite reach our crest

Like the moon we shine full when we are at our best

Relationships often take the same road

Making too much of one thing to carry a load

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But when that load becomes too much to bear

We wane like the moon and start not to care

It happens as mortals for that’s what we do

We wax and we wane in relationships too

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So keep your heart light and look to the stars

For you never quite know what might create scars

Yet scars are a sign that you truly did live

And for that be thankful that your heart can still give

Closed Door, Color, Cabin, Closed Door

STARS… a song

Silhouette of Woman Standing on Rock Near Body of Water during Night Time

She was walking down the sidewalk

Under big ole city lights

The dream of dreams she always had

Most every single night

And, momma tried to warn her

Of the wolves that run that town

Then… One casting couch later

And her dreams came tumbling down

—–

(Chorus)

She sent her wishes to the stars

And prayed some prayers for her success

She didn’t get too far, because

This life is such a mess

And if she’d known back then, the things,

She surely does know now

That stars and prayers and wishes

Don’t always make a happy sound

—–

That same boy comes in the diner

Almost every single day

He doesn’t order much

And he has even less to say

But soon the furtive glances

Turn into a rendezvous

She never thought her loneliness

Could become a me and you…

—–

(Repeat chorus)

She sent her wishes to the stars

And prayed some prayers for her success

Now she’s come so far, because

This life she has is blessed

And if she’d known back then, the things,

She surely does know now

That stars and prayers and wishes

In a child’s a happy sound

Yeah, stars and prayers and wishes

In a child’s a happy sound


BEREFT… micro story

His chest felt like it was sinking, untethered to anything, so too did his broken heart. Tears flowed in unfettered streams down his cheeks wetting his shirt. Sunlight glistened like tendrils of silver flecks within each drop. As for his heart… It was bereft of the only love it ever knew.

man wearing white dress shirt

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