Love is not a Waste of Time

Love is not a Waste of Time

Wagging tails and soulful eyes,

rising sun in morning skies,

Gibbous moon with its embrace,

a child’s giggle and smiling face,

The passing hours here with you,

all the things we had to do,

Patience with a heart of gold,

always mindful growing old,

Slower walks in memories made,

singing songs that never fade,

All within our life’s assent,

treasured moments, time well spent.

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Poem influenced by Phil Common's song, "Love is not a Waste of Time"

Video Source: Stewart Brennan

Music By: Phil Common

The Light of Life

The Light of Life

Life awakened

in captured time,

spirits brightly shone.

Tempus formed,

ego rose, battles raged,

I was alone…

Then you came,

removed my shell,

oh brilliant light!

Reflections of a Man

Reflections of a Man

Thoughts reflect in the mirror as I search for yesterday,

only to find the blurred vision of an old man who once stood as Hercules.

Young, strong, proud, defiant!

A youth who thought he would live forever,

A man built on solid foundations,

So flawless...

Eyes clearly met, with reserved anxiety, by the only one who really knows me…

Staring back, on guard was the frail consciousness of a graying man,

petrified of facing his reflection, for the image looks back with the guilt of experience and the time deepened scars etched on his brow as a reminder of the errors committed from his past.

Ego would not drop its defenses in the reflection staring intently back.

Who are you to stand there so defiant as if in judgement of me,

when I have made amends for the sins I had committed from my own defective flaws and arrogance…You are just as guilty as I, even though you never apologized when looking at me straight in the eyes.

You never forgave me my sins…
Yet, I stand here in front of you, hoping to make amends and put this rift behind us.

Why do you just stare back with echoed conversations in reflection?

Haunting thoughts that go round and round in my mind,

unforgiven,

unforgiven,

unforgiven,

forgive me…

Answered Prayers

Answered Prayers

Unheard voices bring the night, our hopes return the day,

beings struggle for the light, in prayers we often say,

“Hear me oh most gracious one, I lift my heart to you,

I need you in these times of woe, a sign to guide me through.”

Empathy whispers, aglow within, candle flickers in the dark,

Prayers are thrust from the rain, while lost here on earth’s ark.

Close your eyes and listen, replies appear in your sight,

truth comes with your answer, connections made by light.

Darkness wanes, the oceans true, the skies return their song,

No longer lost, your path in view, new sense that you belong.

Inspiring Moments 03

Inspiring Moments

Inspiring moments, sending grace,

lifting spirits and warming face,

connection made, to make you whole,

rays of light to fill your soul.

The Forest of Dreams in Consciousness

Photo Credit: Deviant Art

The Forest of Dreams in Consciousness 

In forest dreams and consciousness, 

the universe unfolds, 

along bright stairways of knowledge, 

where storied truths are told. 

Each level a grand finally, 

each step a secret place, 

the road to your awakening, 

awaits for your embrace. 

It begins with Psilocybin, 

mushrooms portal flowers, 

expanding soul and consciousness, 

mind that it empowers. 

Your awareness exponential, 

as mind becomes awake, 

in natures room a catalyst, 

to see that which is fake. 

Hooded beacons await you there, 

sentinels for each stride, 

so do not be afraid of them, 

they’re there to be your guide. 

Just follow your intuition, 

it’s what connects your soul, 

a part of forest essence, 

and that which makes you whole. 

Dig deep the dazzling wonders, 

where light unfolds for you, 

a universe of consciousness, 

with forests to go through.

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2nd Edit Oct 24, 2020

About this Poem: The poem, “The Forest of Dreams in Consciousness” was inspired by the Deviant Art Photo above that was found in a poetry contest on AP. It was first written in couplet form (rough draft) but I have now edited the poem to rhyming stanza form to smooth out the flow.

Terence McKenna clearly came to my mind when I saw the photo. I think he would have approved of this poem. He was a great explorer of human consciousness and the realms within that connect us to the universe. The poem is also a confirmation of my own experience with mushrooms when I was 19.

 Terence McKenna - The Mushrooms Said to Me...

Our Little Miracle

Photo Credit: Deviant Art: http://baxiaart.deviantart.com/art/Abandoned-380571423

Our Little Miracle

Spring arrived early that year, in our little village of Rome,

as migration came much sooner, and livened up our home,

Life worked out a miracle, after the doctors we did phone,

and our family tree grew bigger, the couple no longer alone.

Just out back in our garden, where the family oak tree stood,

was a wicker basket carriage, with a white frilly hood.

There inside smiling, was our pride, and next generation,

our newborn baby girl, who would inherit our plantation.

My wife and I stood there, our arms around each other,

Smiling at our little one, who looked just like her mother.

If only dad were still with us, your mum, and father too,

We could take a family picture, while the flowers are in bloom.

The morning mist was lifting, as the birds were in full song,

they gathered in the trees above as more birds joined along.

Then landing on the carriage sides, two sparrows began to play,

their chirping brought more laughter, and chased the morning grey.

The clouds dissolved and parted, as the sun shone down its rays,

and there above the carriage, was a glow that seemed to stay.

Our little girl was looking up, something made her smile,

as if someone were standing there, talking to her a while.

I grabbed my little camera, took a picture of the beautiful sight,

I swear we saw three figures, winged, and filled with light.

And just as quick they vanished, as the clouds returned the shade,

But deep inside, my wife and I, knew who came that day.

Valleys

Valleys

The last days of summer, descend uneasy skies,

merging mountain and valley beyond in twilight.

Crimson nebulous shrouds give promise of return,

as warmth embraces my soul, and says goodbye.

Thoughts grace reflection as mirrors looking back,

engaging heartfelt moments and happier times.

All appears as yesterday, some moments forever,

these treasures locked away from long ago.

Faded smiles return, with longing thoughts of home,

travelling to scenes in old black and whites,

they play on my mind and nourish my soul.

Essence flickers recognition from guarded reaches,

filling a melancholy heart with happiness.

Cherished friends no longer here,

family come back to life,

now bathed in empathy and protected,

where time never ends,

We embrace our moments together once again.

Autumn has arrived, and in brilliant colour,

trees rain their creative souls upon the ground.

A mosaic of splendour and abundance,

freely given as an offering to the essence of nature.

Benediction and thanks for granting substance and life,

but leaving its soul exposed to harsh elements.

A dusting of thoughts engage brilliant seasons,

where conscious smiles forever shining, gaze.

We once painted infinity with laughter and song,

a montage of energy in the celebration of being,

heard and recorded by time and moments made,

to play here, in the valleys of radiant memory.

The sun now falls and sets on autumn skies,

winter arrives, cold with life’s sacrifice,

when tree’s nod off to sleep on seasons ending.

Natures guardians stand firm and strong to the elements,

defiant, proud and upright with deep roots to life,

they vow to reawaken with springs rebirth.

I nod my agreement with noble promise, well made,

and pledge my covenant of remembrance,

to those that hold my conscious spirit,

returning back to times before, I gladly affirm.

When the last sun goes down, in the winter’s eve of my life,

we will again meet, in those treasured moments,

to repaint valley skies with our spirit and essence,

together once again, we will be home.

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This Poem was inspired by a very moving composition by artist and composer John Sokoloff called “Valleys”

Direct Link:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8ajKwbdNJM

John Sokoloff – Official Website

http://johnsokoloff.net/home.htm

John Sokoloff - YouTube

http://www.youtube.com/user/yulno

John Sokoloff  - World United Music

http://worldunitedmusic.blogspot.com/2010/06/john-sokoloff.html

Estuary of Life

Estuary of Life

Mist swells in perfect reflection on estuary's mirror,

held in place by the chill of the air.

Dawn peaks on the horizon,

its rays held back by rising fog.

Thrilled sounds of the geese are heard making ready,

as they offer their prayers to god above.

Echoes from the forest join their hymn,

as all make ready to greet a nebulous morning sky.

Excitement builds to hushed thunder,

by the beat of ten thousand wings,

in reply to the silence,

and a new song lifts into the air.

Hearts racing, beating faster in joy and jubilation,

they carry my spirit in tow,

raising me up with them in celebration of life,

a oneness with the universe,

and the river of life goes ever on.

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Music brings image and emotion together in ones mind and as I reflect on the brilliant piece of music by Dirk Maasson “The River” I’m reminded of the Estuary of Life and the magic nature holds.

Dirk Maassen - River

http://youtu.be/GY0Q-haYF7Y

Dirk Maassen – Official Website

http://www.maassen-music.com/

BUY MUSIC

Dirk Maassen - Bandcamp

https://dirkmaassen.bandcamp.com/

Vision of Beauty

Adolphe Étienne Piot (1850-1910), Femme dans un manteau (1871),

Oil on canvas, 40 x 52 cm. Via Sotheby’s.

Vision of Beauty

A vision of beauty imprisons me,

I'm overwhelmed by an empathic soul.

I must move in for a closer look,

this viewing that makes me whole.

And there my gaze unfurls,

at the painting on the wall.

Impressions of a lonely girl

Hooded with a shawl.

A smile content with ruby lips,

eyes serene and open.

With hands in clasp, thoughts do slip,

her heart no longer broken.

Compassionate feelings plain in view,

expressed by her caring thoughts.

Imprints on my mind a new,

no longer am I fraught.

Happiness abounds unfolding,

from eyes without despair.

A vision so bright and beholding,

this girl before me in prayer.

Portrait of Immortal Vision,

so misty eyed and clear of mind.

The artist captured your decision,

and the inner peace that you did find.

I must come back to have a look,

at the lonely girl on the wall,

Her tender smile fills my book,
when I visit the museum hall.

The Spiral of life

A Poem that expresses life

The Spiral of life

Life is truly a budding flower,

from moments first form,

to blossom and bloom,

retreating only once,

to wither and bow graciously,

returning to, from which it came.

Time repeats a garden of flowers,

in meadows, a symphony.

They dance with sun and moonlit skies,

and crest beneath the stars,

for the spiral repeats in everything

Life is truly a baby born,

from moments taken by eyes engaged,

to blossom and bloom,

retreating, only once,

to grow old and bow graciously,

returning to, from which it came.

Time repeats the budding soul,

in family trees, a symphony.

They dance with sun and moonlit skies,

and crest beneath the stars,

for the spiral repeats in everything…

In Tranquil Moments, the Learning Begins

In Tranquil Moments, the Learning Begins

Cardinals greet the morning, 

embrace a stirring sigh, 

and sing aurora’s colors, 

that splash across the sky. 

Empaths wake in tether, 

from hamlets still unknown, 

sending reassurance, 

to prove you’re not alone. 

Fired skies expanding, 

awareness comes to life, 

soothing in a heartbeat, 

to take away the strife. 

Poetic words are gathered, 

by essence filled with light, 

holding eyes in wonder, 

restoring inner sight.

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2nd Edit 2020 Dec12