Fourteen Words for Love

14 Words for Love

All you need is love.

Maybe a chocolate malt, too.

Oh, and some wi-fi.

Nearly half

a century together,

and I still love you

even more each day.

I pray for peace,

and for calm.

You remain the answer

to my prayers.

Imperfect as I am,

I still work daily

to be worthy

of your love.

Oh for young love again,

when I so needed

the lessons of old age.

The simplest meal,

If it’s prepared with love,

becomes a work of art.

Cherishing you is the source of

my happiness and good fortune.

Daily problems vanish.

We must have loved before,

in another time, place, existence.

How else explain it?

If love is a lottery,

I’m so glad

You took a chance on me.

I stare in the dark,

while you sleep,

amazed at how

lucky I am.

I have a secret.

I’m in love with

my best friend.

Think she knows?

Holding your love close,

not wanting it to fade,

like a perfect Spring day.

There’s a time for

passionate love,

also one for

becoming quiet.

Both are sweet.

It is only when

I forget my needs

that I can begin

to love.

It’s pure and kind

and free and unlimited,

given without needs.

It’s unconditional.

Love!

More Seventeen Syllables for 2017

Aiming to be calm, mindful,

as the world’s  begging me to

lose my cool

Hoping I can find

more understanding,

more compassion

to offer.

Please be generous with me.

 I am imperfect.

But I am trying.

I love real people,

especially the odd ones,

a little off.

Everyone I meet is a teacher,

sometimes for better,

others worse.

When my dreams are

more vivid than reality,

I forget to act.

I sometimes write

long poems because

It takes too long

To write shorter ones.

I’m doing okay

accepting others,

less so forgiving myself.

I just heard an old

Western adage:

When your horse is dead,

get off it.

I have been given so much,

and now I am called

to share my blessings.

I am enjoying

my human experience.

It’s a perfect fit.

I see you,

I love you,

and I support you

in your magnificence.

We’re born for these times,

and I am willing to do

whatever it takes.

Thanks, reader, for taking

a break from The News

and enjoying yourself.

Hallelujah,

Hallelujah,

Hallelujah,

Transformation,

Joy.

Seventeen Syllables for Twenty Seventeen

#seventeensyllablesfortwentyseventeen

Memories fade, but

not so good friends.

I’m so happy I have a few.

I’m feeling a little

Pineapple-ly today

In life’s fruit salad.

Grace, gratitude and generosity

seem to work

just fine for me.

I’m aiming mostly

for calm, happy,

not cool, rich or desirable.

I now live the life I choose,

with friendship and Spirit

at its center.

I affirm today,

twenty-seventeen is

a joy-filled year for me.

After  enlightenment,

there remains so much truth

left to discover.

How thrilling to realize

we have purpose.

More so to fulfill it.

I’d like to learn

to speak hummingbird.

They seem to have

a lot to say.

Easy to see, as I age,

I’m always the victim

of my own rage.

Clouds on the horizon

remind me my roof

needs attention, a mend.

Darkness from the east

reminds me I am needed

to be a good friend.

From Russia with love.

I think I’ll just

hibernate for

the next four years.

True right thoughts

and right actions

will usually lead

to right results.

Serene patience in a grocery
checkout line.
Ha, ha, ha , ha, ha!

I learned to live with pain.

Can I help make America love again?

There is suffering in the world.

It can be overcome.

Yes it can.

Everything is impermanent.

Everything, except true ohana.

Even in retirement,

one might work

joyfully and peacefully.

Breathing in with grace,

exhaling with gratitude,

life is just too good.

And so they decided

from day one:

They go low,

we go high.

Thank you.

She said, do what you can.

If you can’t, you just can’t.

Nothing else to it.

Having borne guilt, shame,

regret and sadness,

I have no room left for hate.

Sirens in the distance

do not trouble me.

Too busy with the birds.

Just sitting in my room,

lost in my thoughts.

Suddenly,

I find myself.

I am attempting

to be open, cheerful,

and, at the same time,

brave.

My brain doesn’t know

what’s real or imagined.

I might as well dream.

MY brain tells me to

criticize, to run my mouth.

My heart wants to help.

For the second time

in fifty years, I’m beset

by Agent Orange.

Max cat playing on

the floor with his little toys.

Alternative mice.

We oft speak from our

Spiritual sources.

She has hers, I have mine.

Sometimes, it’s a mess

when you say yes. Even so,

it’s hard to say no.

What will I do

in place of my friends?

What will they do

in place of me?

When hiking, I go slow, observe.

Quite Zen.

Of course,

I’m also quite old.

I wonder if I

accept wondrous gifts in a

wonder-filled manner

You will discover

unexpected treasure, says

the fortune cookie.

There’s a time for

doing things, and one for

becoming quiet.

Both are dear.

You are always welcome

at social events,

says the fortune cookie.

I will do my best

to remember to pray when

things are going well.

It seems best, when in doubt,

to err on the side of

communication.

The guard hummingbird

in our backyard lives alone.

That’s as it should be.

So happy for the

joy in my life now. I am

filled with abundance.

All prayers are answered,

but God’s rejections

are just Sprit’s protections.

Someone should do something about this.

What?

Me?

Oh, yeah.

I.

Am.

Someone.

A Simple Story (author unknown)

Chapter One

I walk down the street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I fall in.

I am lost…I am helpless.

It isn’t my fault.

But it takes forever to find my way out

Chapter Two

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I pretend that I don’t see it.

I fall in, again.

I can’t believe I am in this same place.

It isn’t my fault.

But it still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter Three

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I see it is there.

I fall in…it is a habit…but now my eyes are wide open.

I know where I am.

It is my fault.

I get out immediately.

Chapter Four

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I walk around it.

Chapter Five

I walk down a different street.

A Line Messaging Poem

Foundations                                                                                               

We so want to believe,

to realize and achieve

that one goal, just the one thing

that allows our hearts to sing.

We’re only here for God.

The seeds we sow,

in the soil to grow,

the effect will shine

in the plant divine,

affirming our presence in the flow.

Principles, values, contemplation

visioning, meditation. affirmation.

A perfect way of being,

less education, more simply seeing.

We live in Grace, so blessed, so awed.

Practicing Affirmative Prayer,

with Spirit everywhere.

First we treat,

then we move our feet.

God is all there is, we know.

Only we ourselves can free us,

as nobody else can be us.

What we think, we’ll eventually see,

assume it is and it will be.

We send love into the world, to all.

Abundance is our inheritance,

prosperity a state of mind.

Giving is often based on happenstance,

while it’s effortless to just be kind.

Our gifts are pure, unflawed.

It can be sacred, what we do.

How much you give returns to you.

The heartfelt gifts we bring

allow our souls to sing.

We let our generosity stand tall.

The center is always clear,

our limits always never there.

We forgive ourselves for doubt,

knowing Spirit is within, without.

We are one with God.

We prepare not to die,

but rather more to live,

life and death in the same place lie,

what our mirror to us does give.

We let thoughts of death slip away.

We lovingly and faithfully praise,

creatively and honestly bless.

Pure goodness shines through all haze.

as we smile completely. No more, no less.

Our lives abound with joy, each delightful day.

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And Then Some

We’re only here for God,

affirming our presence in the flow.

We live in Grace, so blessed, so awed.

God is all there is, we know.

We send love into the world, to all.

Our gifts are pure, unflawed.

We let our  generosity stand tall.

We are one with God.

We let thoughts of death slip away.

Our lives abound with joy, each delightful day.

Sonoma Wedding

Christine and Carl

under the trees,

with all their friends

and both families.

The weather was perfect,

the spirits were gay,

a vineyard location for

their grand wedding day.

The speeches were heartfelt,

the catering divine,

the mosh pit was raucus,

jump-dancing so fine.

The bride was on fire

in her beautiful gown,

so lovely even gravity

could not get her down.

The groom and his mom

danced to Friends in Low Places,

while their pals in the distance

sang with smiles on their faces..

The old folks did their job,

mostly sitting and applauding,

and most of them did so

without even nodding.

With a basket of smiles,

perhaps a few tears,

all that’s left is to

wish you 100 great years.

Hello my friends and readers

sorry about the dearth of recent posts...been doing a whole lot of other writing and journaling these days...taking a college-level class at Seaside Center for Spiritual Living and my PTSD treatment continues (marvelously), and I have daily homework for that as well...making many notes in my poetry journal and should again start writing and posting poetry soon