Winter

On cold winter nights
a chill penetrates my bones
arousing thoughts of spring.

In the sleepless cold
snuggling under warm blankets
I miss spring's pleasant embrace.

Winter is lonely
flowerless gardens, dead grass,
and leafless trees.

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The Accounting

There's something about the sunset that saddens me.
It is time to face reality!
Did I read from God's word today?
Did I pray?
Did I bring joy into someone's life?
Or did I fall short of the mark by bringing pain to a human heart?
Dis word and deed go hand-in-hand in my dealing with my fellowman?
Or did my actions oppose my words proving me a hypocrite?

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January

January
is the month of the mouse,
two years in a row
they have entered the apartment
uninvited
and unwanted.

January
is a stressful month
without mice
getting into the kitchen drawer
and eating the small
bags of rice.

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Winter Afternoon

A chilly breeze
blows through the palm trees,
clouds decorate the blue sky,
and I pray
giving thanks
for another beautiful
winter day.


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Walking Along the Edge

I walk along the cliff of survival,
a hair's breath from tumbling into the abyss,
one misstep
and I fall into the darkness.

I cannot look into the chasm,
because I will lose my footing
and fall into the endless night
of financial ruin.


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Epiphany At Noon

At 73 I don't deal well with maybes!

When I ask a question
that require either a yes
or no,
I expect a yes or a no.

Don't say "Uh, well..,"
while you look for an excuse,
just give me a straight forward no or yes.

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Poem At The End of The Day

The day draws slowly to an end,
weariness sets in,
and tears begin.

I feel so alone--
isolated--
cut off
from the rest of humanity.

What causes this stress?
Is it lack of financial success?
Is the problem spiritual?

I contemplate the reason,
and reach for my prayer book
knowing that the answer will come
only through prayer.

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Januaey Poem

The door to 2020
stands open
giving a hopeful glimpse
of a brand new year
and a new decade.

Inhale the breath of faith--
as it wafts through
the door of January--
as it invites us to
strive for world peace.



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Universal Prayer

O Thou Splendor of reality!
Out of nonexistence
You have called into being the universe.

O Thou Glory of eternity!
Your image
Is reflected in the mirror of creation.

O Thou Beauty of divinity!
You have called in existence
The Manifestations of Your attributes.


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Winter Passes

Second by second
the days grow longer,
as winter moves on,
and we look forward to spring.

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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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Feast of Honor

The crisp evening air
awakens the desire
for God's healing words.

Out of the darkness of chaos
flee the followers
of light.

The speech of the Friend
rouses the ability
to sacrifice.

From the heavens of mercy
pour the showers
of divine love.

The crisp evening air
ignites desire
to see the beauty of God.

Out of the night's separation
knowledge of self
is gained.

The voices of the friends
engenders power
to go beyond insistent self.

In the joy of reunion
the soul gains
the will to survive.

The pen of Baha'u'llah
answers the questions
humanity asks.

Over the horizon of religion
rises the Glory of God,
revealing the verses of splendor.

The names of God
are united
by the return of the Lord.

Over the horizon of honor
ascends the grandeur of God.

From the perfect mirror
is reflected the might
of dawn.

Through the Pen of Glory
flows the sovereignty
of unity.

Away from matter's dominion
ascend the people of God.

The loftiness
of God's Promised One
is revealed through the Ancient Beauty.


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New Year's Poem From 2002

Ominous in its splendor,
Jupiter ascends
the firmaments charcoal dome.

Reflecting the sun's
bright radiance back to Earth,
Jupiter rivals the moon
]in its sharp accuracy;
in its crystalline beauty'
in its purity.

King of the planets;
reality's emperor;
Jupiter escorts out
the old year,
and ushers in the new:
foretelling and closing.

Jupiter rings in a New Year
and a new era hope;
an eighty-three year cycle
of transformation.

Jupiter ushers out
a two hundred and forty-nine year cycle
of preparation,
while pulling the planets
toward peace.

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The Golden Rule

In all the sacred scriptures
Revealed through Divinity's Mirrors
The Golden Rule
Is stated in the language of the age.

In the language of Hinduism:
The believer's total obligation
Do not to others
That which is distressful to you.

In the language of Buddhism:
The believer is commanded
Harm not others with that which
You find hurtful.

In the language of Judaism:
The believer is instructed
Do not to others
That which is malicious to you.

In the language of Zoroastrianism:
The believer is advised
That a good person does not do to others
What is not good for self.

In the language of Christianity:
The believer is cautioned
To do to other
What you would want them to do to you.

In the language of Islam:
The believer is warned
You are not a believer until you want for others
That which you crave for yourself.

In the language of Baha'i:
The believer is informed
Not to desire for others
What you do not wish for yourself.


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Red Shift

In this darkness
these words are photons
emanating from the poet's mind
reflecting off the reader's perceptions
and into the prism of their experience:
What does the poem tell the reader about the poet?

Wherever the reader is in space-time,
connotations lengthen a poem's wavelength
away from the poet:
What does the poem mean to the reader?

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Chicken Salad Sandwich

Post New Year's Day breakfast:
chicken salad sandwich
mad with coleslaw dressing
and sweet dill picks,
while yesterday's left over turkey
is cooking in the the soup pot.

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New Year Poem

I walk into the New Year
of 2020,
trembling with anticipation,
but without fear.

What adventures,
tears,
and pain
with this year bring.

I inhale the chill
in the air,
I look forward to spring,
Naw-Ruz,
and the vernal equinox.

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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
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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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