she peers into my home at night
to help me with the poems i write
her moonbeams shine on the page
thus, together, we engage
when i see them thru her eyes
chances are that i’ll revise
she peers into my home at night
to help me with the poems i write
combine
massive, green
devouring, chomping, spewing
ezekiel’s vision of god
harvester
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–photos by me
our personal
spiritual journey
isn’t about getting there;
it’s not even about
the journey itself–
it’s about realizing that
we’re already there
–photo by me
field of sunflowers
yellow periscopes pop up
looking for the sun
–photo by me
as the berries were collected
the young ones dined on them
at home they were inspected
and sampled once again
those that were selected
went in pies and jellies
and those that were rejected
went in little bellies
we all hope to rest
in peace one day, but for some,
the struggle never ends
–photo by me
when fear suddenly
threatens to overwhelm us–
we must embrace it
for we can never be brave
unless we are afraid first
–photo by me
A timid young turtle named Nell
Was told she was ugly as hell,
And it hurt her inside
For her friends had all lied–
And now, she stays home in her shell
–Photo by me
america
please understand
a house divided
cannot stand
and if we lean
too far one way
the winds of change
will seize the day
and we won’t have
a house at all–
america will fall
–photo by me
some swarms of insects
silently hang in the air–
like the ‘g’ in gnat
–photo by me
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