Winter New Year

The Gregorian year dies
on a cold winter's night
and is reborn
in the snow of morning.

Champagne and fireworks say good-bye
to the old
and welcome in the new,
with resolutions
that might be kept
thirty-one day.

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December 2019

The days grow slowly longer
as a New Year
and a new decade approach.

Fear and hope mingle
in the minds of humanity,
as one emotion
attempts to push the other
out of the way.

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Crown of Glory: A Memory

Dawn's rays
embraces the crest of Sunrise Mountain
turning its crest to burnished gold,
and the air to fiery orange.

Like prayers rising from my soul
Glory's Crown expands
until the sun breaks through the fire
and the crown disappears.


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Toast for 2020

May the opportunities,
joy,
pleasings,
and love
increase exponentially
as the New Year
and the new decade progresses.


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The Fragrance of Winter

Inhale the fragrance of winter,
as the year
and decade draw to a close.

Inhale the crisp air of morning,
proclaiming new opportunities
to anyone
willing to take a chance
on success.

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Christmas Memories

I have Christmas memories
both light and dark,
memories that spark
both laughter and tears.

I have Christmas memories--
melancholy echoes--
of a holiday
I no longer celebrate.


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Birthday Poem

At 73
I don't want to cut down
a living Christmas Tree.

I want the tree
left in its natural habitat
to release oxygen into the air,
and help fight global warming
and climate change.


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My Birthday Eve

On the eve of my 73rd birthday,
I contemplate the passing year,
while looking forward
to a New Year
and a new decade.

What will the New Year bring?
What blessing will the new decade bestow?
I don't know,
so I will move forward
with faith and confidence
in the All-Glorious Lord!

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Winter 2019

Finally winter!
The temperature and the season coincide
inspiring winter constellations
to send their twinkling joy
to warm the hearts of poets and lovers
in cold midnight hours.


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Winter Solistice Memories

Flicks of light
reflect from tumbling leaves,
as starlight dances to the ground
autumn gives birth to winter.

Blue-gray clouds protect
Last minute Christmas shoppers
From the sun's cold rays.

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After Midnight

After midnight
the seconds become minutes suspended
on the event horizon of a black hole.

A black hole that pulls
and stretches the minutes
into hours longing for dawn.

After midnight
the mind falls
into a cogitative languor
waiting for the hours
to be pulled into days.

Days overflowing
with the agony of months
stretching into years.

After midnight
the eyes stare into years
elongating into decades.

Decades pulled
second by second into centuries
that are pulled minute by minute
into millennia that are stretched
hour by h our into aeons.

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Midnight Prayer

Midnight
I awaken to silence
and feel the tranquility
that beckons me to prayer
and meditation.

I access the prayer app
on my smartphone,
find the Midnight prayer
and intone
the words written by 'Abdu'l-Baha:
"O Lord,..."


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I Write of My Beloved

I write of my Beloved
Through whom my fingers bend
To pick up my pen!

I write of my salvation
Using ink drawn from my own veins
To document my liberation!

I write of my pain
Caused by my ego's attempt to gain
My soul's allegiance!

I write of my fears
Caused by the disempowering years
In Self's prison!


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World of the Spirit

lose is for the material world
death and taxes
flowers wilt in their vase
death's cold kiss on a tear streaked face
this is matter not spirit

spirit ascends
always rising
spirit isn't in the body

this body is the umbilical cord connecting spirit and matter

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Feels Like Winter

Six days until winter solstice
and the chill in the air
penetrates my bones
making me wish
for summer's
triple digit temperatures.


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Make a Commitment for 2020

Weariness overcomes,
as I contemplate the year's end.

What resolutions did I make?
What resolutions did I keep?
What resolutions did I break?

I come to a decision!
It's time to change my resolutions
to commitments.

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Monday Poem

Beautiful Monday
Crisp air invigorating
Sparrows are silent

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Climate Change: The Voice of Earth

Listen to the voice of Mother Earth,
weeping over her children's disrespect,
Crying for the destruction of her forest,
for the melting of her glaciers,
and the fracking of her bones.

Can you feel the pain of Mother Earth,
as humanity destroys
continent by continent
her beauty
and humanity's chance to survive.

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Climate Change

Climate change is real
caused--
at least in part--
by humanity's
greed,
and lack of respect
for the planet
of its birth.

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The Currents of Being

Life flows
in ever expanding currents
across the universe.

Humanity flows
in ever expanding currents
across the planet.

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Midnight Prayers

At midnight
my soul wakes me
to intone prayers
to the All-Glorious Lord.

At midnight
the world is silent,
and I can hear my intoned
prayers raise to the All-Glorious Lord.


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Coffeee Poem

Steam rises from the ebony surface
warming my hands and face.

Hot liquid descends my throat
Heating my cold body from within.

Soon the central air will come on
warming the ho use,
but for now only the hot Colombian blend
comes between me and glaciation.


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Poet's Time

I'm on poet's time,
I spend the midnight hours
in silent meditation.

I'm on poet's time!
I lay awake listening
for the approach of inspiration.

I'm on poet's time,
sleep is a distant memory
until my muse has returns
with stanza and line.

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Comfort Rain

The pitter-patter of raindrops
on the cement outside my front door
takes me back to my childhood.

Walking home from school in the rain,
wrapping my books in my coat so they won't get wet,
jumping in every puddle on my way home,
and soaking myself to the bone.

When I got home
my mother had me take off my wet clothes
wrapped me in Grandma's patchwork quilt
(the one that always smelled like moth balls),
fixed me a cup of hot chocolate--
with whole meilk and real Hershey© chocolate--
gave me a hot bath,
and put me to bed.

Never mind that I had homework to do,
the important things was
that I didn't catch my death.

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Lodestone

Tense expectation:
my iron heart magnetized to attract
particles of happiness.

Aroused anticipation:
my magnetic field polarized to draw
atoms of contentment.

 

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Anticipation

Is this how a magnet feel?
Tense,
polarized to attract;
ready to draw good fortune
out of the ether,
to create happiness
out of the atoms of existence.

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Divine Creation

Soul a divine creation;
a single undivided substance
with neither beginning nor ending,
associated with the body at conception.

Soul's association with the body educates it;
develops its God given attributes,
give it a choice between opposites.

Body dies,
soul passes into the next world
takes with it the positive qualities developed
during its so journey in matter.

Soul takes with it love, joy, faith light, etc.:
positive qualities
--developed during its physical existence--
aid it in the spiritual world.


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Autumn Wind

A cold wind blow
sending chills up the spine of autumn,
and suggesting that winter is here,
but winter solstice
is still 26 days away.

Thanksgiving
is 2 days away:
Will it snow on Thanksgiving?

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Autumn

Short days
and long nights,
winter approaches on
the chilly autumn wind
and summer becomes a memory.

 

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Invocation: To Baha'u'llah

O Glory of God!
I feel the Holy Spirit's power
flowing through Your words.
Awestruck
my soul falls prostrate begging
Your for forgiveness.

O Lord of Host!
When I read Your verses,
I hear trumpets echoing taps and reveille;
I see the old heaven rolled up,
the old earth passed away,
and the new spread out.

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November Rain

A pigeon baths
in the cold November rain,
fluffing its feathers
and cleaning it wings.

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Vertical Blinds

Segmented
into parallel sections
by curtained blinds.

The evening panorama
Of wind blown trees--
mimicking a robot stiff movements--

and speeding cars--
advancing in snack like waves
from one section to another--

define t he boundary
separating
illusion from reality.

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Venetian Blinds

The slats
in the Venetian Blinds
segment the scene,
of wind blow trees
and speeding cars,
crossing the eyes
that focus on a single car
or bough.

Revealing
the boundary,
which separates
the illusion of reality
from reality itself.

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November Tears

Seven long years,
since Mom ascended
into the Abha Paradise.

Seven long years,
Thanksgiving
and memories bring tears,
as I pause
to say a prayer for the departed.

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Daily Affirmations: To Baha'u'llah

Baha'u'llah, without your love to guide me
my future is dark
hidden in fear and despair.

So just for today
I will look for y our guidance
to the paths of righteousness.

Baha'u'llah, without your scriptures
I'm a prisoner of ego
chained to my own desires.

So just for today
I will read your sacred words
seeking the freedom of faith.

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Autumn Memories: To Lion

On crisp autumn mornings,
Lion is a deep pumpkin,
Hi orange strips stand out
Like a jack-o-lantern
On Halloween night.

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My Name In Print: A Memory

Seeing my name in print,
sends chills up my spine!
Is this my thirty seconds of fame,
or is that saved for another time?


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November Morning

Inhale the morning air,
crisp scent of autumn,
scatters across the blue sky.

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November

The door of the year is closing,
preparing to lock
in the closet of memory
the joy and sadness
of our daily existence.


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Autumn Afternoon

The chill in the air
foretells the coming winter,
with its promises of snow
on Mount Charleston.

Will there be snow this year?
Will the changing climate
cause the weather to warm,
and any snow that does fall to melt?

The chill in the air
suggests a normal winter
for the Las Vegas area.
Will it last?

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Morning Poem

November morning
A pigeon walks past my door:
What's it looking for?


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Pivotal Event

His appearance
came at a critical time
in human history.

The Bab declared his mission,
at a time
when the veils of dogma
concealed the lamps
of religion and faith.

He proclaimed a new day,
heralded one greater than He,
and emphasized unity.


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The Day of the Lord

This is the Day of the Lord,
when God's Most Great Name reverberates
across the firmament of religion
and calls
the lovers of God
out of the tombs of self
to proclaim
a New Heaven and a New Earth.


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To Sleep

To sleep!
Perchance to rest,
or at least dream
of a good night's sleep.
This is the elusive goal.


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The Fragrance of Mercy

When I read God's revealed Word,
and meditate
on the scriptures
inscribed by the Bab,
the fragrance of mercy
wafts through my mind
and across my soul.


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October

Another cold October
draws to an end,
and I
make another attempt
to let go.

It's the time of year
when sad memories return,
like a cold autumn wind,
to make me wonder
about what might have been.

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Twin Birthdays

The birthdays of The Bab and Baha'u'llah,
celebrated consecutively
proclaim the unity of humanity.

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A Cold Autumn Da y

On a cold autumn day
when the wind chill factor
freezes the marrow
in your bones
warmth
is a bowl
of hot soup.

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I Need A Change of Scenery

I need a change of scenery,
a change of pace,
something to get
my creative juices flowing.


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School is out for the Day

School is out for the day,
the neighborhood children are ready to play.

They walk past my door
laughing and talking
happy to be home
before sunset.

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It must be the season

It must be the season,
memories of my Grandmother
have returned
bring tears to my eyes
and making me crave pumpkin pies.


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To Know God

The goal of my soul
is to know and love God,
but how can I,
a creature of matter
know that which is pure spirit.

Knowledge of God
comes to me
and the rest of humanity
through God' Manifestations
who in this age
are The Bab and Baha'u'llah.

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God's New Day : To The Bab

Darkness conspires
to conceal the light of dawn
behind the charcoal clouds of hate.

Dawn comes
its light turns the clouds scarlet
and awakens the birds of morning.


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Meditation at Midnight

In the silence of midnight,
When there is only starlight,
Illuminating the Earth,
I look with my inner sight,
To see if there is anything
I have to put right.


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What Will I Write?

What will I write today?
Will I write a poem or a rant?
Will I write prose or an essay?

My muse has gone AWL,
left for part unknown,
took a trip to another galaxy
or perhaps another universe.

I'll take a momentary break
to say a prayer
and see if my smartphone
is completely charged.

Hopefully,
by the time I return
my muse will have come home.

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Memories Return

What is it about autumn
that brings back memories
of childhood joys and tears?

Is it something in the air
that causes me to miss
those carefree days
in Blackwell, Oklahoma,
when to Sunday School
or The Lake
with Grandma and Grandpa?

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Autumn in Las Vegas

The autumn chill in the air
causes me to turn
the heat on at night.

I look out my window
and see green leaves
dancing in the autumn breeze.

I miss Oklahoma
and the changing shades
of autumn leaves.

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Autumn Nights

Nights are turning cold
Its time to turn the heat on
Take the chill of the room

 

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The Fragrance of Autumn

Inhale the fragrance of autumn,
the crisp scent on the morning breeze
foretells the coming of winter
and snow in the Rocky Mountains.

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Autumn Memories

The chill in the autumn air
brings back memories of Oklahoma,
and Grandma's home made cookies.

Every year for Halloween,
she made cookies for the neighborhood children,
who all called her Grandma.

She always made oatmeal-raisin
and peanut butter cookies;
she always knew who
not to give the peanut butter cookies to.

It was a different time,
you knew everyone in the neighborhood,
and knew who you could trust
and who you couldn't.

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Autumn Thoughts

The chill in the air
reminds me the winter is approaching,
and I wonder when
snow will begin
to cover Mount Charleston.



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Sparrows Sing on an Autumn Morning

Why do sparrows sing on an autumn morning?
Are they giving thanks for the cooler weather?
Every morning they raise
their song for all to hear.,
letting everyone know
how happy they are.

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A Good Day

It's a good day to writ poetry
and contemplate,
in stanza and line,
the Bicentenary of the Birth of the Bab.


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Autumn Poem

The days grow shorter
the nights longer,
the temperatures cooler,
people emerge from their homes,
and begin thinking about
the winter holidays.


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Autumn Afternoon

Inhale the fragrance
Autumn invades the city
On afternoon's breeze

 

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The Scent of October

Inhale the scent of October,
memories on the breeze of morning
as trees change from green
to hues of orange and yellow.

The scent of October,
a memory of my grandfather
raking and burning leaves
before the arrival
of the year's first snow.

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Chocolate Chip Cookies

Chocolate chip cookies
I celebrate the International Day of the Older Person
with a sweet treat.

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After School

Children laughing
Playing tag and shouting
Autumn afternoon

 

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I Smile

I smile through the pain
I cannot let the darkness gain
a hold on my soul.

I call on Baha'u'llah,
intoning prayers for healing,
prayers asking forgiveness,
and prayers beseeching assistance.

I smile
knowing that the All Glorious Lord
will answer my prayers.


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God's Gift

God's gift is oneness:
One Divine Creator
sent the messengers of each religion
to the human race.

 

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The Love of God

It is the love of God
that encourages us
to develop spiritual perfections
and virtues.

It is the love of God
that ignites
the lamp of the soul
with spiritual happiness.

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Why Worry

Why are you worrying,
just place the problem
in the Hands of God,
the All-Sufficing.


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Sunday Afternoon Poem

Beautiful Sunday
a partly cloudy sky,
with a slight wind.

Pigeons have returned
to their nests,
no sparrows are singing,
the afternoon sun
cast shadows
across the sidewalk.

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Friday Poem

Friday at last
time to rest--
or at least pause--
from workweek stress.

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Pushing Through Writer's Block

The words,
where did they go
are the hidden in the snow
covering both subject and theme.

Sometimes
that's how it seems;
don't give up
instead begin to write
whatever is on your mind.

The only way
to overcome writer's block
is to push through it.

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Coffee

Coffee--
Strong
Hot
Black--
awakens mind and body
with its taste
and aroma:
A good start to the day.


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Monday's Poem

Monday's poem is motivation,
writing line and stanza,
metaphor and simile,
rhymed or not--
while attempting
to remain awake.


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Depend on God

Depend
upon the might
of the Lord.

Never doubt
God's love and protection.

Pray for strength
to pass the test of love;
God knows
what you need
and what you want
before you ask.

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Labor Day 2019

My neighborhood is quiet,
no cars parked along the curb,
temperatures in the mid nighties,
and the sky is clearing of clouds.

Some of the neighborhood children
are outside playing,
some are inside,
and others are off on adventures
of their own.

It's a pleasant Monday,
a pleasant Labor Day.


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Happy Birthday, Writing.com

Happy Birthday, Writing.com,
Today you are 19 years old,
We celebrate the joy of writing.

 

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Friday Morning

Beautiful bright morning
A good day to write poems
Listen to music

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Contemplating Winter

Will we have an excruciatingly cold winter,
or will it be pleasant?
The year is passing,
I am aging,
and the arthritis
in my joints
isn't too painful...
yet.


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Missing Mama

Some months it's worse than other,
because I can talk to Mom,
but she can't talk to me.

I miss her voice,
I miss her love,
and I mess her encouragement.


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Saturday Afternoon Thoughts

Saturday afternoon temperatures rise
into the triple digits
sending locals into cool homes
and tourist into casinos.

Saturday afternoon
and I give thanks
for the inspiration
Las Vegas provides.


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Contemplating September

I contemplate September,
the birthday of writing.com
and I wonder
what other joys
that month will hold.


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Summer Gratitude

I intone a prayer of gratitude
for the beautiful summer morning and afternoon,
for the gently breeze,
the bright sunshine,
the blue sky,
and deep shadows
on this wonderful summer day.

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Poet's Intuition

Sometimes,
a poet has to follow her intuition
in writing an ode.

Is a poet's intuition
her muse?

I can't answer that question,
because there a times
when I call it my muse
and other times I call it
intuition.

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Another Summer Poem

A pleasant morning,
triple digit afternoon
another Las Vegas summer.

Turn on the cool air,
remain in door
until it after sunset.


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I Want To Give Up

I want to give up!
I want to stop fighting
the inevitable
and accept defeat.

It wouldn't be hard to give up,
to sit down on the battle field
and not fight any more.

Instead of giving up,
I'll open my prayer book,
turn to the Tablet of Ahmad,
and intone the prayer.

Instead of giving up,
I'll place my trust in Baha'u'llah,
and see what else I need to do
the change my situation.


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My Complaint

I will not complain
except about the weather,
triple digit temperatures,
and weird noises in the middle of the night.

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A Sleepless Night

It takes a sleepless night
to make you appreciate sleep.

A night
of tossing and turning,
of getting up and down,
and attempting
to make yourself comfortable.

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Say a Prayer for Unity

Say a prayer for unity
for the healing of humanity
from the superstitions
that separate the species
into them and us.

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Listening to Spiritual Music

Listen to the joy
of praising the Lord
in song and watch the video
and your attitude will change
from depression to praise.


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Las Vegas Morning

Beautiful Sunday
Wisp of white clouds in blue sky
No birds are singing

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Mental Health Day

Unplug
and get away from the stress.

Take a walk in the woods,
or in the park
with a picnic lunch
and your pen and paper journal.

Say a prayer,
write a poem,
read the sacred scriptures,
or meditate
on the beauty of nature.

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Tired of Dealing With People

I am so tired of deal with people
that I want to cry.

All morning,
I've dealt with telephone and harassers,
who obviously
want to bring my blood pressure up.

I need a mental health day,
so I've decided
to turn my cell phone off on Friday,
and take the house phone off the receiver.

I'd take a mental health day
on Thursday,
but I have a doctor's appointment
and I need the phone that day.


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Summer Poems

Summer poems
rise like the temperature
spreading across the city
of the poet's muse.

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T houghts on Writing Poems

Find the theme,
sometimes it's a dream,
write the first word--
an echo you heard.

One line at a time,
sometimes there are rhymes,
focus of simile or metaphor:
What is the subject
you are looking for?

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In a World Free of Fear

In a world free of fear
eys sleep without tears.

Humanity join hands,
as a single species,
in building bridges to unity.

The melodies of heaven
run through the human mind
when eyes kiss eyes
in a symphony of love.


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Humanity Is One!

Bound together
By the ancient Covenant of God
We are one race

From the beginning
That has no beginning
God has renewed it

With each generation
With each succeeding Manifestation
God's Covenant was renewed

God will continue
Renewing His Covenant to the end
That will have no end

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Summer in Las Vegas

Have I written this poem before?
Summer in Las Vegas
is triple digit temperatures,
sometimes with rain
and sometimes without it.

Sometimes I miss Oklahoma
with its tornadoes,
rolling thunder,
and crisp bolts of lightning.

Sometimes I prefer Nevada
with its dark storm clouds,
crisp lightning bolts,
rolling thunder,
and triple digit temperatures.

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Thoughts on Humanity

Humanity
is a single race,
with it roots in Africa.

We are the children
of migrations
that carried the species
out of Africa
and dispersed it
across Earth.


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Remembering the Moon Landing

I sat awestruck
watching the news!

At last,
humanity had landed on the moon,
my world became smaller that day
and the universe larger.

I still
get a lump in my throat
when I remember those events:
I thank God
for being born
in such an awe inspiring
and exciting time in history.

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The World Nees Poets

Poets are necessary
to the sanity of humanity,
without poets
the world would be colorless,
hope would not exists,
and we would not know
the passion of a rose.

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Crop Circles

Geometric circles
Plant stems bent not broken,
The mystery increases,
Chills flow up the spine of fear,
Hair stands on end,
Questions echo through the mind:
Elves dancing on the corn?
Aliens waltzing on the wheat?
Angels communicating God's love?

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Vapor Lock

The inspiration is there
dawn still comes in all its scarlet splendor
lovers meet, embrace, fight, kiss, and separate
traffic flows, road kill decomposes,
stars shine, planets condenses, suns novae,
birth, death, and resurrection occur.

The inspiration is there,
but the flow is blocked
obstructed by stress overheating,
by bubbles forming between
the fuel pump and the engine.

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Two Poems A Day

One hundred and seven days
to write one hundred and sixty four poems:
Is this possible?

Withe the help of Baha'u'llah
and the Bab,
I believe it is.

If I write two poems a day
it will take me eighty-two days,
that will give me twenty-five days
to review what I have written
to celebrate
the Bicentenary of the Birth of the Bab.

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The Catalyst

Two centuries have passed
since His birth in Shiraz,
and humanity moves toward unity.

His birth in 1819,
and His death in 1850
were the catalyst
to humanity's transformation.

This year we celebrate
the Bicentenary of the Birth of the Bab,
who--along with Baha'u'lllah--
has created a vision of unity
for humanity.


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Keeping the Electricity On

Summer is here
with triple digit temperatures
and outrageous power bills:
Where is the money
coming from
to keep the electricity on?

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My Grandfather's Word

My Grandfather
had a word for it,
for the bitching,
the complaining,
and the grumbling under your breath.

It was mulligrubbing,
it wasn't ladylike,
it wasn't gentleman-like,
it was worrying aloud
and being rude
to disturb others
with your gripping.

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Cats

In the morning
they are like rick black coffee
each sip a hot claw in your bare hands.

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Independence

Independence
is a spiritual virtue,
a divine attribute,
that humanity must use responsibly.

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Wake Up

I wake
before dawn pours
cream into the black coffee of night.

I rise
before mourning doves
lament the passing wind.

 

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Birds

A poem is a Great Horned Owl
mourning the departing night;
mourning the twinkling stars
fading in dawns nascent light.

A poem is a Nightingale
rejoicing in dawns first rays;
rejoicing as the rising sun
gives birth to a new day.

A poem is a Mourning Dove
lamenting the fleeting day;
lamenting life's swift passage
from birth to the grave.

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July: A Month of New Opportunities

A new
and glorious
month has begun,
with new opportunities
to express gratitude to the Almighty:

 

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Bagpipes

"The pipes, the pipes are playing..."
The music of my soul,
Chords that fall like raindrops
         from mountain crest and castle wall,
Wild notes from highland battles
         echoing both victory and defeat.

"The pipes, the pipes are calling..."
To my genetic roots;
Recalling ancestral memories
         from glen and moor and bog,
Memories of Gaelic gods and goddesses
         worshiped in Erin, in Scotland, in Man.

"The pipes, the pipes are marching..."
To a new song in this day,
To a song of unity, faith, and freedom,
A song that all humanity can sing.

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The Joy of Finding Baha'u'llah

The joy of finding Baha'u'llah
vibrates through my soul,
reverberates through my mind,
shattering doubt and fear,
and regenerating love and faith.


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Beacons

Stars twinkle,
glittering diamonds
in a black velvet sky.

Planet burn holes
in the ebony blanket of night.

planes fly
across the firmament,
their precious gem lights
beacons guiding the mind
to a conclusion.

Each item
has a specific attribute
identifying it to the observer.

Each is a beacon
to the poet's muse.

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Dream About Going Home

There was something different
about the room,
a fundamental change in the arrangement
of the furniture
and other objects.

Everything appeared
to be in its proper place,
but something
had shifted
or been moved.

It wasn't
on the conscious
or visual level,
but on the subliminal.

A millimeter change
in the placement of the furniture.

Or was I
the one who had changed
in the decades
since I last visited
my Grandmother's house.

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One Hundred Words

I reread the words I'd written,
I listened for the voice of fear,
and found it expressed in each line.

I heard the question
reverberating through my mind:
Can I write two hundred words?

Did I detect
the voice of terror echoing
between the line?

Were those tears I heard,
in the unwritten words?

One hundred words to motive.
One hundred questions asked.
Can one hundred questions be answered
in one hundred words?

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Valley of Fire: A Memory

Age after age the
desert wind whispers through red
stone canyons. While grain

upon grain desert
sand moves against sandstone cliffs.
Carving images in

the stone. Images to
which we attach names. The Bee
Hives, Elephant Rock,

et cetera. Names
and images which the coming
aeons will erase.


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Three Onenesses: Water Flows

God is one!

Composed
Of two atoms of hydrogen and one atom of oxygen
Water flows

Religion is one!

Water flows
Across the face of the planet
Two atoms of hydrogen and o ne atome of oxygen
Descends in torrents
From the clouds of mercy

Humanity is one!

Fresh or salt
Rain or standing
Water is composed
Of two atoms of hydrogen and one atom of oxygen

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Walking the Dog: A Memory

Energy leashed
tugs at the brown leather strap
pulls me forward.

Distracted
by the scent of another
on a blade of grass.

Specs
deposits her own scent
before moving on.

 

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Is It Writer's Block?

Sometimes,
I don't know what to write
because my muse has taken flight
across a foggy lake of
"I don't know what to write!"

Is this writer's block?
Is this the voice
of my inner critic
attempting to block
my creativity?


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Motivation

Inhale the fragrance
of motivation and accomplishment:
a busy day.

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Summer's Arrival

Summer arrived
eight days early
with triple digit temperatures
that cause power bills
to rise
toward the national debt.

Air conditioners hum,
their songs echoing
through the neighborhood,
while excessive heat warnings
are sent to smartphones.

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Jonah in the Belly of the Whale

Averse
to obey God's command
darkness envelop

the being
swallowed by the leviathan
of self.

Stomach acids digest
self's outer layer,
leave,

the inner kernel
on its knees
begging for salvation.

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I Write of My Beloved

I write of my Beloved
Through whom my fingers bend
To pick up my pen!

I write of my salvation
Using ink drawn from my ow2n veins
To document my liberation!

I write of my pain
Caused by my ego's attempt to gain
My soul's allegiance!

I write of my fears
Caused by the disempowering years
In Self's prison!


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Writing Poetry

I am compelled to write!
The words come to me as lovers;
As lovers they tantalize and seduce,
Making me their willing slave,
Until I master the art of their seduction.


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Am I Asking The Right Question?

We ask questions all the time:
Who, what, when, where, where, why, and how.
The answers come in various forms,
though they are often not what we want
or expect.

Are the questions
we ask God and ourselves
meant to elicit the answers we want
or the answers we need.

I find myself asking, "What am I doing wrong?"

Doesn't this suggest that I expect
to take the incorrect action?
On the other hand,
if I rephrase the question
it becomes "What am I doing right?"
Now I'm preparing my eyes to see reality.
God put within me,
within everyone,
a s park of divine light.

Rephrasing a question refocuses it
on either the positive or the negative.
It lets us see both what needs fixing
and what is well done.
God loves the individual and humanity,
has a plan for each person
and for civilization:
There is always something the individual is doing right.


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At the Beach: In Honor of World Ocean Day

Like battalion marching to war,
Transporting victims of slaughter,
Waves are marching into the shore.

Pushing lathered whitecaps before,
swells transport debris and water,
Like battalions marching to war.

As birds echoing the breakers roar,
Scavenge the sea edge for fodder,
Waves are marching into the shore.

Suffers paddle away from the shore,
Advancing past the breakwater.
Like battalions marching to war.

Billows recite ancient sea lore,
As tourist ramp in the water,
Wave are marching into the shore.

Disgorging refuse on the shore,
The sea returns our waste water:
Like battalions marching to war,
Waves are marching into the shore.

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My Sanctuary: The Writings of Baha'u'llah

In the words of Baha'u'llah,
I find a fortress safe and strong
where the cares and strife of modern life
neither linger nor belong.

His words inspire my heart to find
the love that hate conceals,
His pen inscribes upon my spirit
the faith that tests reveal.

His verses are my sanctuary
bestowing peace on mind and soul,
His sacred scriptures God's book of laws
to which obedience is my goal.

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Judgment Day: A Description of Dawn

Prior to dawn
the darkness deepens,
as if gathering its strength
to fight the light.

Dawn comes
its rays of life
send darkness scurrying
and ting gray-white the morning sky.

Life's rays paint
the sky in shades of purple
streak the clouds
with pink and red.

The sun ascending
in silent glory
blinds the ravenous birds of night
and inspires the nightingale's song.

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Feast of Light

Life is renewed,
and creation reborn
for Christ ha returned
in the Father's Glory.

Stalactites of light
shine with crystal radiance,
while grandeur is reflected
from radiant stalagmites.

Stalagmites and stalactites
glitter in the darkness of matter
proclaiming the joyous news.

Silence transcends
for an abundance of reasons say:
That God's Promise is fulfilled.

Splendor's shadow hides
in the radiant reflection
of the Lord of Host
and the King of Glory.

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After Midnight

After midnight
the seconds become minutes suspended
on the event horizon of a black hole.

A black hole that pulls
and stretches the minutes
into hours longing for dawn.

After midnight
the mind falls
into a cogitative languor
waiting for the hours
to be pulled into days.

Days overflowing
with the agony of months
stretching into years.

After midnight
the eyes stare into years
elongating into decades.

Decades pulled
second by second into centuries
that are pulled minute by minute
into millennia that are stretched
hour by h our into aeons.


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Trust God

Place your trust in God
Move forward toward your goal
God is sufficient

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Saturday

A beautiful day
Bright sun, blue sky, and white clouds
Wind moves tree shadows

 

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Peace Plan

The Glory of God
Has a plan for humankind
That will put an end to war

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The Power of Words

Think before you speak
Your words hove the power to
Create or destroy

 

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God Doesn't See Differences

God doesn't see the differences
of color,
religion,
gender,
or nation.

God looks within
the individual human
and sees the divine attributes
that are reflected
in the mirror of the soul.


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Life in the Universe

Each star has planets
Each planet has its own life forms
The galaxy and the universe created for life

 

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Saturday Afternoon

Partly cloudy
patches of blue sky
peek through grayish-white clouds
that are pushed by the wind
toward the western mountains.


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Declaration of The Bab

It was the dawn
of a new day for humanity
when its unity
became firmly established.


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Morning Rain

Inhale the morning
the fresh scent of rain washing
the dust from the air.

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Nightingales' Gratitude

Nightingales
raise their songs in praise,
intoning
gratitude
to the All-Glorious Lord:
The Glory of God.

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The Soul's Goal

To know and love God
This is the goal of our souls
Seeking transcendence

 

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Meditation on the Existence of God

There is a timeless quality about life--
about living--
which extends beyond what I know,
and what I feel.

It extends into an unknown realm;
existing between illusion and reality,
between dreaming and waking,
between death and life.

There is more to life than anything I have experienced,
anything I have imagined.

It is not that I am missing something,
rather something exist which I cannot grasp,
and cannot comprehend.

This something I call God.

He exist,
though not in the same way as I,
He is beyond all I know,
all I see,
all I feel.

Without God there would be no Universe,
no Life.

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Feast of Grandeur

On the day of Baha,
in the month of 'Azamat,
united in purpose
and harmonized in thought
we celebrate...

O Lord,
Our diversity reveals
the grandeur of Thy Cause.

Men and women,
adults and youth,
raise their voices in praise
at the Supper of the Lord.


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Collage

Clouds haphazardly
Scattered across the blue sky
Condensation trials

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May Afternoon

Pleasant afternoon
A dog barks in the next block:
Is he chasing cats?

 

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Dawn in Las Vegas

Silence
Tranquility
Dawn breaks over Sunrise Mountain
Crowning its crest in glory

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Nightingale's Song

Listen for the Nightingale's song
echoing from Paradise
calling for love, peace, and unity.

 

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Reflections on the Day of Beauty

Sunshine and coffee
Another beautiful day
A new week begins

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spiritual Capabilities

Spiritual capabilities
allows humanity to discover
the mysteries of the surround universe.

We can chose the path we take,
and change our minds
when that path
is no longer working.

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Healer and Protector

God is the healer
Of all of our afflictions:
He is the generous, the All-Knowing.

God is the protector
He holds the universe:
He is the generous, the All-Merciful.

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The Twelfth Day of Ridvan

Raise your voices in praise,
the day of peace has come,
and the Prince of Peace arrived.

 

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The Eleventh Day of Ridvan

As the King of Festivals
draws to an end
I contemplate the coming
Holy Days,
and the poems I will write.


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The Tenth Day of Ridvan

Beautiful Tuesday
Sunshine, partly cloudy sky,
Wind in the palm trees

 

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The Ninth Day of Ridvan

It is the Ninth Day of Ridvan,
a day for family
and happiness.

I weep
for my Baha'i brothers
and sisters
who are facing execution
because of their acceptance
of Baha'u'llah.

I weep
and I pray
to the All-Glorious Lord
to soften the hearts
of those who hate
other human beings
because they profess a different faith.



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The Eight Day of Ridvan

Love is the secret
Without love there is no peace
No life in the universe

 

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The Sevenh Day of Ridvan

Take the Golden Rule to heart.
Obey it! As if it were a law of nature:
Love your neighbor as yourself.
Every human being is your neighbor,
Regardless of religion or national origin.
Arise! Let your actions express the Golden Rule.
Notice the similarities in phrasing of the rule across religions.
Consider the meaning: the common foundation of all religions,
Each one sent by the same Divine Creator.


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The Sixth Day of Ridvan

Inhale the perfume
of divine unity from
the roses of paradise.

 

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The Fifth Day of Ridvan

Enter the Garden of Paradise,
proclaim the Divine Springtime,
and the arrival of the Lord of Hosts.

 

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The Fourth Day of Ridvan

When does faith begin?
The first step is detachment.

Where is faith found?
Trust in the Glory of God.

How is faith practiced?
Prayer and action removes all barriers.
Giving assistance to humanity.

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The Third Day of Ridvan

Raise your voices,
intone the Ridvan Tablet,
and celebrate the King of Festivals

 

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The Second Day of Ridvan

The wind intones
the joyful news proclaiming
the Glory of God.

In the Garden of Paradise,
Baha'u'llah proclaimed His mission
now we all give thanks.

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The First Day of Ridvan

The Festival of Paradise
has begun,
Nightingales of the All-Glorious,
raise your songs
in the rose garden
of the love of God.


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Saturday Morning on Sunrise Avenue

Morning sparrows sing
Serenade cooing pigeons
Saturday drivers

neighborhood children
Shouts and laughter echoing
Play in the courtyard

 

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Thankful Thursday: A Prayer

Dear Lord,
I thank you for this day
and for revealing to me The Bab
and Baha'u'llah.

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Evening Noises

Spring break
and shouts of happiness
echo through the neighborhood:
No school until next Monday.

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Robins Sing

Listen to the Robins sing,
In the garden in the spring,
Listen to this beautiful sound,
As it echoes all around.


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Motivational Monday: A Poem

I awake,
stretch,
open the prayer app
on my smartphone,
and intone a morning prayer.

The words,
"I have awakened in Thy shelter,"
reverberate through my mind
motivating me
to begin
a new poem,
that will proclaim
Baha'u'llah.

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Miracles

Miracles are everywhere
just open your eyes
and you will see them.

Miracles
are in the shadow
of a palm tree,
in the dance of plasma
circling a black hole,
or in the song of a nightingale.


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Neighborhood Noises on Saturday

Song of a buzz saw
Reverberates through the neighborhood
Apartment remodeling

 

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Beautiful Spring

Beautiful spring,
listen to the joyful sparrows sing
welcoming April wind and showers
proclaiming to all the their happiness.


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Windy Wednesday

It's a windy Wednesday
here in Las Vegas,
with palm fronds waving
and clouds dancing across the sky.

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Life in the Universe

The universe blooms with life,
Each star has its planets
And each planet it life form
Plants and animals flourishing
In countless numbers.

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Spring Cleaning

Every year,
when spring arrived
Grandma cleaned house.

She went about it methodically,
room by room
removing the dust of winter
(not that there was much dust to remove).

She opened the windows
to let in the fresh air
or, perhaps,
letting out the closed up feeling
that settles in a house in winter.



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A Poem A Day

A poem a day
chases writers' block away,
and scatters the clouds of boredom.

 

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Will I Be Able To Sleep Tonight

Last night
was a sleepless night.

As the sun sets,
I wonder
if I can sleep tonight.

If I can't sleep,
the next question is
"Do I read
or write poetry?"

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Prayer of Thanks

Oh, Lord,
I give you thanks
for guiding me through
the tests and difficulties of life.

 

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April Winds

March
is supposed to come in like a lion,
not April.

This year,
Mother Nature seems confused.

Today
the wind is harassing
the palm fronds,
and the clouds--
which are supposed to bring April showers--
float across a blue porcelain sky
without threatening rain.



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After School

I listen to the laughing children
playing outside
on this beautiful
and cloudy spring day.

I smile
because it reminds
me of my childhood,
and the joy
of being out of school
for the day.

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Noonday Prayer

I perform my ablutions,
I turn my face toward Bahji,
and recite the short obligatory prayer.

Stress melts,
dissolving like a iceberg
in the warm Pacific waters.

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March Evening

Inhale the fragrance
of the evening breeze
as it blows through the boughs
of palm and pine trees.

Shadows cast by the setting sun
remind us
that this March day
will soon be gone.

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New Direction

I need to move
in a different direction
one where my was isn't blocked.

I look around,
but see only roadblocks
I need to grow wings to fly
above the roadblocks and the fog.

 

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April Approaches

April approaches
it's National Poetry Month,
unfortunately my focus
is on increasing my income
and preventing
an overdrawn checking account.

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Evening Breeze in March

March wind whispers
sweet nothings
to palm fronds
and olive leaves.

March blows
into the arm of April
composes love odes
to April showers.


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My Notepad App

Midnight
time to write
phrases and lines,
I don't have to turn on the light
I can compose poetry
using my smartphone's notepad app.


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Spirit of the Age

From time immemorial,
God's promised humanity
peace and unity.

In this age,
peace is inevitable
and unity unstoppable.

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Sunday Afternoon Poem

Beautiful Sunday
Sun shines in all its splendor
Casting dark shadows

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Feast of Splendor

The glorious wine
of the Holy Spirit sipped
from the chalice of God's love.

The radiant bread
of the Word of God consumed
at the table of the Lord.

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The Nineteen-Day Feast

At the Lord's Supper
we sip the crystal waters
of God's Word
from the chalice of divine love,
and verse by verse consume
the fruit of the Tree of Life.

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Naw-Ruz: A New Year

March 21, 2019--
Naw-Ruz 176--
the beginning of a New Year
full of hope and joy.

The morning was cloudy,
clearing a little by afternoon
and the sun cam shining through:
the joy of a new and glorious day.

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Naw-Ruz: A Time to Celebrate

Spring is almost here
a time for joy and cheer,
a time to celebrate Naw-Ruz
and a brand new year.


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Saturday Poem

A cool wind blowing
Bright sun casing deep shadows
Bird flies past my door

 

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Pray for Assistance

When under stress,
intone a prayer for assistance
ask help from the Lord,
the All-Powerful Creator.


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The Birds of March

A sparrow is singing,
nesting in the pine tree across the street,
the pigeons nesting above my door
are silent
listening to the sparrow's serenade.


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Roses and Chocolates: Memories of My Mother

Mama loved roses:
her favorite blossoms were red,
and she like rich dark chocolates.

 

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Sunday Poem

Sunday afternoon
A beautiful cloudy day
For writing poems

 

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Prayer and Action

Word by word I read
a prayer for unity,
afterwards
I contemplate
how my actions reflect
my desire for unity.

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Virtual Vacation

I'm taking a virtual vacation
across the planet Earth
to see the Baha'i Holy Places and Temples
200 years after The Bab's birth:
My virtual vacation
will begin on March the twenty-first.

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An Afternoon in March

The rain has stopped
gray clouds cover the sky
promising more rain,
a chilly wind blows through
palm and olive trees
giving the feeling of winter,
but spring is on the way.

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White Recliner: A Memory

I always think of Grandpa Newland,
whenever I see a white recliner.
I remember him setting in one,
with the Siamese cat beside him and the dog in his lap,
watching TV.
Grandpa enjoyed setting there
with Jay beside him and Cindi or Popcorn in his lap,
watching The Grand Old Opera.

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Word Problems

Life
is one big word problems
with more variables than constants.

 

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March Morning

Partly cloudy sky
The sun casts deep dark shadows
Beautiful March day

 

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Saturday Morning

Wind whispering through palm fronds
Gray clouds and sunshine
It rained early this morning

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The Word of God

There is Power in the Word!
Power to create
a new world out of the ashes of the old;
to bring order out of chaos.

There is Love in the Word!
Love that binds
one heart to another;
that creates an new humanity.

There is Peace in the Word!
Peace that passes all understanding;
that creates a world free of war,
with citizens free of fear.

There is Justice in the Word!
Justice which is God's best beloved;
allows individuals to see withe their own eyes,
and know of their own knowledge.

There is Life in the Word!
Life that survives physical death;
that carries the soul beyond material existence
into the Abha Paradise.

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