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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