Category: Poems

trust.

trust is a liberating force.
lack of trust keeps me away
from following the ways of the heart.

stuck.

being stuck is a reflection of what goes on inside.
there’s no need to pretend,
when creative juices stop to flow,
even pooping takes a blow.

clarity.

the precious state of mind,
showing where I am,
what I need to see, accept, chew through before I’m able to move on.

love.

only love can move me from within,
wanting me to carry on
where heart whispers me to go.

courage and will

the unassailable force of the heart, the body and the mind,
intertwined.
the move, the view, the thought, the feel.

pause.

from the top of the hill,
the ocean shore,
the meadow green,
or my office throne.

gratitude.

to the world and the people,
the loved ones,
the harmony and chaos,
the mother and the sun,
the song and the trees,
the flowing waters,
to life.

flow.

from the seed, to a flower, 
from a flower to a fruit, 
from a fruit to the seed.

know.

the journey is the flow,
it’s that simple,
you do know.

Spring bids us goodbye… when midnight strikes it’s summer time! 

Poets in the Night,
dancing through the day.
The music lifts me up,
my body sways, feet lead the way.

The rhythm of the rhyme
The rising of the dawn;
she sets the pace, the vibe, 
I move, I get into the groove.

The offspring squeaks at midnight, 
the egg of summer cracks,
days lean towards the dimmer half,
we move, slide through, 
unfettered, devoid of getting stuck.

Fireflies glow bright in summer night,
the rising of the sun, 
you make my day, 
you set the tone.

The spirit of the open heart,
beckons me to step outside,
to touch the grass,
to dance, to sing, to interplay,
to feel the joy, to thrive.  

Sweet summertime romance,
Let’s dance! 

 

To my Father;
I hope you found your peace.
(May 6, 1941 – May 30, 1988)
🙏

I’m walking down memory lane…  
I see the classroom full of familiar little faces;
Lively voices bouncing off the vibrant walls.
The scent of lilac and lime tree blossoms perfuming the air.
 
Old memories appear,
As I vividly remember my early school day years.
Always eager – yet no matter how hard I tried,
I never made it among the first few shining stars.

Just good enough, but never the best.
The very moment I let go and submitted the test,
all the solutions suddenly appeared, easy and clear.
At a point when it was too late to make any change.

Those were my school day years.
Nettlesome demeanor, messy hair, and lack of flair. 

Until my fourth grade – unsure how or why –
it was one of those unusual,
‘out of the blue moments in time’.

That was the year when I thought.
the Universe danced, spinning ’round my head!
Elected president of the year,
graduating as an A student at last.
For the very first and the last time.
So proud!

I wanted to make you feel proud of
what I considered to be the very best version of me.
 Yet, before the 4^th school year came to an end,
before I could bring you the accolade,
your body lay cold, in the earth’s embrace, descend. 

I tried so hard, but the forces were misaligned,
Fate did not allow me to make you feel proud
of your sweet 10-year-old victory girl.
If only I had a magic wand.

With love to my father
short-tempered, short-lived.
Left behind was a dissolving clan of four;
a young, wounded widow & a mother,
two teenage brothers,
a lost little girl,
many broken hearts
and shattered dreams.

Plentiful legacy of blessings and shadows contained.
Ancestral toil woven deep, ingrained.
Inheritance of labor, secrets unfurled,
Enduring echoes, long outlast your departure from this world.

Our faces have changed,
our voices have softened,
and each spring’s been full of fragrant blossoms.

I am proud of how far we have come,
all that we have done,
and all we have become.