pop's poetry

Year: 2017

  • sweet embrace

    with each year's passing
I feel a lessening
a sense of smallness
that seeps into the silence
of the coming new year
I can see it
tiptoeing quietly
across the dew covered
landscape as if being
painted by a master
it slips into the morning
sun as the new year rises
and greets me like a worn
friend it has yet to meet
and embrace with hope
for with each year's passing
though I am not shrinking away
the opportunities in the world
grow much larger
and more complex
so I stand with my face
to the risen year
and step brazenly
into that sweet embrace
that waits for me

  • no planet b

    There's no other place like home
Nowhere else for us to roam
Like the planet where we live
Let us all begin to give
To Mother Earth love and care
Above all to be aware
Of all the places we can roam
There's no other place like home

  • triads

    I engage the sacred with new eyes and
being open to the ancient without looking,
a first trickle of pure, sustaining water
drips to the bottom of the dry well.
There is bliss under the oaks council and
in the rituals of the Mystics around me,
I find a space for spirituality to dance
on the well worn paths of my soul.
It will be on new paths outside the old
that peace comes like welcome rain
to wash the dust from years of neglect;
There is hope I can’t see in the darkness.

  • ritual

    There is an ancient way that calls to me from deep within
This, this is my future path lost to me on the horizon
I feel the sacred among the old oaks that stand with me here
And in the rhythm of the drumbeat my heart matches
Starting the circle way, my feet softly walk with nature
Though I’m lost to the destination, I find the route familiar
A cricket calls my name and the rocks outline the trail as
The hawk screams “You are here” and deer watch in silence

I move toward the center and feel the earth pull me in
There is power in each step to keep me moving through
As I pause to lay the prayers of my family at the center of all things,
I leave behind what was to focus each step on what will

Shoulder to shoulder I stand with you, my new, unexpected tribe
On the circle way together and alone, we walk this beautiful path
Together, forever in this moment held gently in hands of the past
Change moves through our souls to circle and embrace all

  • walking with lao tzu

    The path that is named is not the path
The way that is named is not the way

Yet walking it with a brother is sweet
And walking it with a sister is sacred
When walking it with a child it is joyous
And walking it with an elder is holy
The path that is named is not the path
The way that is named is not the way
But in the paradox there are many names