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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