pop's poetry

Category: Mood

  • 24 hours of meditation

    Under the Ombré Sky
The first light
Like the power of love
Awakens the world
The sunrise
Like the power of understanding
Defeats the darkness
The noonday sun
Like the power of peacefulness
Warms the earth
The sunset
Like the power of letting go
Closes a chapter
The last light
Like the power of mindfulness
Clears the way
The midnight moon
Like the power of compassion
Embraces the darkness

  • isolate

    be Inventive
do Something
embrace Originality
try Laughing
resist Anger
forget Time
love Excessively

  • solace of home

    There are a lot of words
Written today, lived out
In the confines en suite,
Where it seems we all
Are tired of isolating.
As a true introvert,
I write in wanton defense
Of the solace of home.
Why would any desire
Be outside of here?
And by here I mean
The center of everything
Most important to me.
The place the pebble drops,
Creating concentric rings.
I’ve stayed in the center
For quite a time now.
I haven’t wandered far,
But I have wondered widely.
What now finally awaits?
So through the front door,
Out to question the world,
I pass into each and every ring.
All who wonder are not lost
To the solace of home.

  • planting the three sisters

    In my barren garden
Hands in the dirt
I plant the Three Sisters
With hope as a gentle guide
The corn sister stands tall
Reaching the sky
Ready to be a support
She is a beacon of peace
The bean sister comes next
Climbing the stalks
Giving back to the soil
Living out her compassion
The squash sister is last
Covering the ground
Relieving summer heat
With her broad leaves of love
The three sisters grow
Rising in peace
Giving through compassion
Covering everything with love
A bounty in my garden
Three Sisters bring
Peace, Compassion, Love
May it be so in my life

  • one day of peace

    The noise is unbearable
I cover my weary ears, which doesn’t help at all
Every source is switched off
Yet the ceaseless sounds of war still rage on at will
This isn’t about guns
Though the sound of rapid fire wont dissipate
It’s not just politics
Though the endless voices won’t ever hesitate
A still small voice
Inside us all that is drowned out by the clutter
Can only be heard
When peace is found with who we call the other
One day of peace
That’s all I ask so that to the presence, we can open
One day it will come
But I fear it will be when there is no one left to listen