Dreamweaver Free Verse Poetry

November 2018 Free Verse Poetry:

Sunrise On Rainbow Island
Sunset on Rainbow Island

Shooting arrows at a rainbow target

set on the

 pot of gold

midas touch only a whisper of old

times lost

at what cost?

Perhaps a dream

a reality unseen

but not unreal

if we continue to peel

back the layers,

delayers

the wrinkles of time

worn and frayed 

edges

we stand on everyday

the price to pay

to play

the game of Life

so we may shoot arrows at rainbow targets.

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In the deep dark recesses of our mind

is where we’ll find

time

can stop

the clock 

pauses, it does not tick tock tick tock

a knock

at the door to imagination

hesitation

can set in

unknowing of where to begin

but it matters not

a lot

start at the top

or at the end

but begin

that’s the most important part

just start

to start

and you’ll be on the way

beginning on that very day.

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Frayed

Dazed

and little Confused

sometimes unknowing of just what to do.

Battle scars but no worse for the wear

and at least you know you actually took a dare.

A dare to Live

to Laugh

to Love

to look for something other than just above

the surface of now

so feel free to take a bow.

Now

go on for your encore

knowing there’s still so much more!

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Stevie Mash Up Free Verse

When I remember someone I remember their dreams, the ones no one else knows.

Time casts a spell on you

shining autumn and oceans crashing.

The sound of my voice will haunt you.

Enchanted, a voice in the night,

a cat in the dark starless sky.

In the moonlight with sleepy eyes

I search for something I can’t see

in a room with some lace and paper flowers,

knocking on doors,

to the velvet underground

a bell rings through the night

there’s no light in here

things have to change

Time keeps on going by

I just keep waiting

I wonder what’s to become of me

but then again,

maybe I don’t wanna know

I have no fear

I have only love

I am stronger than you know

I am a woman taken by the wind

carried back to the gypsy that I was.

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October Free Verse Poetry, 2018:DSCN5776

I’m in the dark in a room with no windows

searching for some kind of form

some kind of reason

some sense to the senseless

but nothing changes 

not even the season

in a dark room with no windows

no view

no air to breathe

no sway of the trees

no song of the bird

the earth is unheard 

in her cry of despair

it’s just not fair

can’t someone explain

the reason for the pain

the sadness

it’s madness

that’s what it is

in a room with no windows

no light

no sight

no dreams to take flight

one might

go insane

in the mundane

the same old

same old

same old

story told

over 

and 

over

and 

over 

again

man, 

things have to change

burst through a wall of our own making

no more faking

waking to the truth

to be told

let go of the old

grasp the new

before you

even know 

what to do

do it anyway

don’t delay

you can’t stay

in a dark room with no view

this just will not do

break free

from your own chains that bind

and find

your life force

open doors

with a breath

a word spoken

a token 

like a magic potion

all will come forth

true north

compass set

go 

sow

what you reap

sleep a deep sleep

live a lively day

stay away from 

dark rooms with no windows

move toward the rooms with a warm glow

show

up for life

and do what’s right 

for you

the leaves shook and the wind blew

and the seasons finally changed. 

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What if the answers we were searching for weren’t coming because the questions weren’t the questions we should be asking?

Just masking.

And what if the true answers were waiting with the secret of life right behind your own front door?

No more mysterious than the raven that harked Nevermore.

And maybe if we looked in from out

we could see what our life was really all about

and then all would be clear

and we could live without doubt or fear.

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Autumn blew in on hurricane winds and rain

beating against the window panes

heralding a change

on the dawn of a new day

no more mainstay

far away 

from the dreams that had remained 

the same

only rearranged

or delayed until some other day

another time

another rhyme

another reason

brings us back to the change of season

that arrived on the winds of a hurricane yesterday

which means today is the new day

and dreams manifest

forget the rest 

this is what matters

take your seeds of dreams

and let them scatter

take root and grow

from this day on

only forward you will go. 

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What if we wrote our days from finish to start?

Unable to tell fact and fiction apart.

What if we knew all the power our words held

would we choose them carefully and use them well?

What if we were connected by a thread

would that be welcomed or laced with dread?

What if we could cross both time and space

with enough for all, would we still race

to lay claim on this is mine and so not yours,

would we open wide or slam shut doors?

Would we still look down on another

or would we smile at our sisters and brothers?

What if the animals could speak?

Would you like to hear the truth they reap?

Would you believe or wait to see

the conversation between the dog and the bee?

What if peace was at the door?

Would we open it forevermore?

If opening meant we would not longer compete with each other

but lend a helping hand to one another?

What if it was all happening right here and now

would you love it or have a cow?

Because maybe it is in some little way,

the dawning of a brand new day.

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September Free Verse 2018:20180930_144747-COLLAGE

Just because you haven’t

doesn’t mean you won’t

and just because it’s not happened

doesn’t mean it can’t. 

Just because you dreamed before and it didn’t work out

doesn’t mean a new dream will fail

and just because time has passed

doesn’t mean there isn’t more.

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Put your hand in mine

and span the wings of time

of space

away from the human rat race

that is unmindful life

filled with strife and fights

and nights 

with stars that go unnoticed, unwished

like fish

in a bowl

unable to go

free

to see and be and

believe you me

that’s no way to live, no way to be

so give your soul 

a chance to roll

to roam

to belong

to nowhere and nothing

but peace and love

and like the dove

rise above

it all and fly

to the sky 

life can’t pass you by

if you are in it

minute by minute

so put your hand in mine

and let’s climb

to the summit

and plummet 

our flag into a sea of wildflowers and dreams

 wide eyed schemes

that only the free are able to see

the possibilities of you and me.

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Am I holding on to yesterday too tight 

making it unable to see all the possibilities right

in front of me?

Like a flower in front of the bee?

Or

Cracking the door,

Am I looking too far into the future

to nurture

the moment I’m living in?

Do I need to begin again?

Start over or pick up where I left off somewhere

stare

into the distance of what was, is and will be

see

all there is to see

for me

and you

in the clear blue,

are the answers

if we only knew

the questions…

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she stepped out of the mundane and into the mist

pulling back thick tree limbs like a stage curtain.

tentatively stepping one barefoot in followed by the other,

the forest closed behind her as the lights came up in a twinkling of fireflies.

the light of a big full blue moon cast an indigo glow and lanterns hanging from limbs of skyscraper sunflowers lit the pathway.

a cricket dressed in top hat and tails showed her to her seat, passing by pearlescent rabbit reading the paper. 

she settled herself on a spotted mushroom in the middle of the garden of wildflowers and whimsy, near a hookah smoking caterpillar and a meditating cat in a tall hat. 

tea was set with china cups and gingersnap cookies on linen napkins, candles lit everywhere.

she spotted a swing hanging from a low branch and couldn’t resist the urge to swing. 

she soared so high the birds applauded and lady bugs swirled around and around in glee.

tap tap tap… the cricket gathered everyone’s attention as the night symphony began lead by a praying mantis.

magic music that lulled you into a state of possibility and bliss.

lost in the moment, the music, the magic and in a game of chess with live pieces on an expansive board, she was startled by the ding dong ding of the grandfather clock built into one of the giant trees.

suddenly the lights dimmed and she was ushered to a door that wasn’t there before by the cricket.

he kissed her hand and turned the lock cracking the door open slightly letting a gentle light be cast onto the other side.

reluctantly, she bowed and left with hopes of being invited back again soon.  

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i slid my feet tentatively into the cool clear water

where a small fish brushed against my foot

and i understood

how it feels to be a small fish in a big pond

i knew we had a bond.

i looked across the grass to see a deer standing there looking at me

in her eyes i could see

myself

and wished us both well.

i came upon a turtle with somewhere to go

he seemed determined and mindful and seemed to know

life’s not a race but a balancing act

keeping your morals and peace in tact

i took a life lesson with me that day

feeling a little like the stray

with no where to belong but to each other

we’re all really just sisters and brothers

and

we’re not so different the animals and me

we all have hearts with which we should see

the beginning of everything and endless

possibilities.

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sitting here once again

almost back to the place where i once began

wondering why and about this and that 

silly things like where’s my favorite hat and the cat that likes to nap

in open windows

head close

to falling out

but without a doubt

won’t

so don’t 

fret about it;

quit

what doesn’t make you happy

sappy, 

that may sound

my thoughts are like a lost and found

spinning round and round

where they stop nobody knows

and some would fear to go

anywhere near my brain

drain

the negativity 

open receptivity

to all things good

and live life like you should

serious or silly let it be

it’s all good as long as it is free.


Give me a hippie van painted with flowers and peace

Give me a free spirit and a sweet release

Give me good music and an open road

Give me a map with no place to go

Give me hair blowing in the wind

Give me a good day from beginning to end

Give me a night filled with stars

Give me fireflies but not in a jar

Give me time in which to reflect

Give me a life better than I could ever expect.

Tell me a story of fishes and sky-streams

of wishes and dreams

and things unseen.

Please tell me a story of

private islands and hammocks in the breeze

of ease and peace and sweet release.

Please tell me a story

to help me grow and show

me the way to the light

in the dark of the night.

Please tell me a story

of freedom and life

without strife

a walk that’s steady and right.

Please tell me a story

of a happily ever after

a never ending chapter

of abundance and peace

for those who believe.


Take the first step,

tiptoe if you must

baby step and trust

or try a 

giant leap 

of faith

a date with fate?

Just move forward

without delay.

This is the tomorrow 

of what was yesterday.

Tomorrow and someday only put away

the future of what could stay

astray

in limbo

floating 

drifting

lisping

to one side.

Reside

yourself to here and now

be like the cow

jump over the moon

grab your dish and silver spoon

before another moment is gone much too soon.

Another someday 

gone

and still you don’t belong.

Move forward

for this is the day

in some little way;

the light of your instincts will pave the way

with breadcrumbs or gold

if truth be told

it’s all in your words and your mind 

the power to find

what’s been missing

sitting around wishing

for this or that

lazy like my fat cat

but without her zen

she doesn’t care where she’s been,

only where she is now and how 

to maintain

sustain

peace

and releases

each moment into itself,

without doubts or worry to quelf

the life inside of herself. 

Be like the cat,

find your peace

and release 

what you no longer need

to heed 

the calling of your inner voice

make a choice 

and take that step

there’s life to be lived

it’s not over just yet

let go of old regrets and consider them to be only 

not yets and go go go

don’t be late for the YOU YOU YOU show! 

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Free Verse: July 2018:DSC_0488

Seabreeze and daydreams

long lazy moments 

weave together at the seams

reams of time and space

lost and found

peace

with me

swinging from the hammock under the palm trees

with ease

I breathe

taking in the scents

of coconut and suntan lotion

like a love potion

I’m under the spell

I remember well

from long ago

so

I’ll go with the flow

a little more

relaxing down to the core

like before

and after

a picture cannot capture

the moment, the peace, the sweet sweet release

of me and the grip on reality 

in exchange for dreams

and deep stretches 

of time

now, I think I’ll rewind 

and do it all again tomorrow

and the day after

and the day after

and the day after….

Once Upon A Time…

Once I roamed free here

like a deer 

grazing in the field

nothing to yield or reason to shield 

myself from

not even 

the beautiful golden sun

shining high above;

then the dove

sang a sad song

of a world where Peace 

no longer belonged

but a place of destruction

politics and corruption

cash flow…make it rain

who cares about the pain

this will cause

if something doesn’t change

soon all will be lost.

We’ll roam a barren sad earth

a place without hope, a place without birth

without beauty and trees

without birds, without bees.

Will we then drop to our knees 

crying for a planet where we can breathe?

I hope together we can make a stand 

to save our planet, to save our land.

Before it’s too late 

and we can’t pencil it in or save the date.

The time has come

concrete jungles have us on the run.

It’s time to fight

for our right

to fresh air and clean water

food for all sons and daughters,

Mother Nature’s children we are

like the shooting star 

that will burn out

with a whimper not even a shout

if we don’t say enough is enough and turn this about.

She’s a free spirit

She’s a free spirit

don’t try to tame her, don’t tie her down or put her on a pedestal

and certainly don’t blame her. 

She’s happiest barefoot and fancy free

to see

life one day at a time

no rhyme 

no reason

only the season,

she’s prepared for is the moment.

Find her same place next time?

Don’t count on it. 

The winds will blow

and show 

her which way to go

and she flows with the tides

and rides 

the cosmic waves 

to indigo 

where time meets space and

row the boat

to the new shore,

to someplace she’s never been before.

Barefoot and free

to be…

and love…

whatever…

she sees.

I Want

I want to be like the hawk

soaring high above all the chaos.

I want to be like the cat

springing from here to there.

I want to be like the dog

happy to just run.

I want to be the chameleon

changing colors blending in or standing out.

I want to be like the sloth

taking chilling to a zen place.

I want to be like the the weed

resilient.

I want to be like the sunshine

casting a warm light for Mother Earth.

I want to be like the moon

giving the lonely someone to talk to in a soft glow.

I want to be like the stars

offering wishes to those who believe.

I want to be open and awake and

willing to receive.

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Living On Borrowed Time

Living on borrowed time

can’t really rewind…

wish I could sometimes.

With this in mind

I must continuously remind

myself to live fully awake and aware

willing to take a dare

a chance for a change to occur

in the spur

of a moment another measure of time

proving that even though you can’t rewind

you can start over

Red Rover! RED ROVER! SEND MY DREAMS RIGHT OVER!

and they have to come…

from the ether to the here and now

don’t worry about the details it’ll just happen somehow. 

Look in the mirror and say to you…

YOU’VE GOT THIS AND YOU ARE SO WORTHY OF IT TOO.

Then to your own self be true

welcoming in the changes of all the new and improved. 

Approved 

by you. DSCN3573

Fragments

Quiet little seemingly insignificant moments

fragments of time

a rhyme 

skipped beat

taking my seat 

in lotus pose

calming body from head to toes

life flows

like a stream

sometimes living is like a dream

sometimes nightmare

stare

down the demons of the mind

take back your life, your time

telling yourself it all good, it’s all fine

pause and live one moment at a time

so you don’t find 

yourself wondering where the time went

mindful it will have  been spent 

in peace and gratitude

of the old and the new

you.

Stray…

There is magic all around in the dusk of the day

time to stray away 

from the old and mundane

leaving behind the remains 

of the day

for a time to play 

in the indigo

the glow 

of fireflies and sunset skies

and lullabies 

sang by birds 

who often go unheard

in the rustle, the bustle 

of life

deaf and dumb to what just might

be the most important part

if we had only known from the start

but now we do

so we too

can remember

endeavor 

to strive for more peace

release

what we no longer need

letting it go, letting it be

what it is, is what it is

and this is it now

remember how

to live

to laugh

to love

lay on the ground and stare at the sky above

and breathe in the magic that is all around

when there’s no sound

just your own heartbeat

calm and bliss from head to barefeet…♥

A Time Before…

I was carried by the wind

to a place before time began

and all was pure and clean 

there was no mean

no sadness

no grief,

only breath and movement and sweet release

of shared energy and space

no rat race

no big chase 

of the so called American Dream

what does that even mean?

Instead I dwelled in the place of well

and everything meant something and nothing at the same time

there was only possibility and chimes

that heralded the way to the place to stay

before time began and we ran 

so far away from bliss

to this…

now searching for the way back

cards stacked

but door ajar

how far 

can you open your mind

and let time unwind?

Liquid Dreams

There were a million notions 

like liquid dreams and potions

mixing and swirling and twirling 

in my head;

above my bed 

did fairies dance

they took a chance

and it paid off

a fact of which none could scoff

or take away

put in a pocket for another day.

They whispered that life was now

days were not something you could count,

but live

each and every one

from sun up till the day was done.

“Get up!” They began to shout.

“Time to take a different route!”

The same old path is not the way

an unbeaten road is where you should stray,

like a rolling stone

roam until you feel where you belong

to the earth

the wind

and the sea

to the place I feel deep inside of me.

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Living on borrowed time

can’t really rewind…

wish I could sometimes.

With this in mind

I must continuously remind

myself to live fully awake and aware

willing to take a dare

a chance for a change to occur

in the spur

of a moment another measure of time

proving that even though you can’t rewind

you can start over

Red Rover! RED ROVER! SEND MY DREAMS RIGHT OVER!

and they have to come…

from the ether to the here and now

don’t worry about the details it’ll just happen somehow. 

Look in the mirror and say to you…

YOU’VE GOT THIS AND YOU ARE SO WORTHY OF IT TOO.

Then to your own self be true

welcoming in the changes of all the new and improved. 

Approved

by you.

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Quiet little seemingly insignificant moments

fragments of time

a rhyme 

skipped beat

taking my seat 

in lotus pose

calming body from head to toes

life flows

like a stream

sometimes living is like a dream

sometimes nightmare

stare

down the demons of the mind

take back your life, your time

telling yourself it all good, it’s all fine

pause and live one moment at a time

so you don’t find 

yourself wondering where the time went

mindful it will have  been spent 

in peace and gratitude

of the old and the new

you.

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There is magic all around in the dusk of the day

time to stray away 

from the old and mundane

leaving behind the remains 

of the day

for a time to play 

in the indigo

the glow 

of fireflies and sunset skies

and lullabies 

sang by birds 

who often go unheard

in the rustle, the bustle 

of life

deaf and dumb to what just might

be the most important part

if we had only known from the start

but now we do

so we too

can remember

endeavor 

to strive for more peace

release

what we no longer need

letting it go, letting it be

what it is, is what it is

and this is it now

remember how

to live

to laugh

to love

lay on the ground and stare at the sky above

and breathe in the magic that is all around

when there’s no sound

just your own heartbeat

calm and bliss from head to barefeet…♥

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I was carried by the wind

to a place before time began

and all was pure and clean 

there was no mean

no sadness

no grief,

only breath and movement and sweet release

of shared energy and space

no rat race

no big chase 

of the so called American Dream

what does that even mean?

Instead I dwelled in the place of well

and everything meant something and nothing at the same time

there was only possibility and chimes

that heralded the way to the place to stay

before time began and we ran 

so far away from bliss

to this…

now searching for the way back

cards stacked

but door ajar

how far 

can you open your mind

and let time unwind?

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There were a million notions 

like liquid dreams and potions

mixing and swirling and twirling 

in my head;

above my bed 

did fairies dance

they took a chance

and it paid off

a fact of which none could scoff

or take away

put in a pocket for another day.

They whispered that life was now

days were not something you could count,

but live

each and every one

from sun up till the day was done.

“Get up!” They began to shout.

“Time to take a different route!”

The same old path is not the way

an unbeaten road is where you should stray,

like a rolling stone

roam until you feel where you belong

to the earth

the wind

and the sea

to the place I feel deep inside of me.

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May 2018 Free Verse:DSCN5901

Inspired by Lewis Carroll 😀

Has the time come, asked the Walrus, to speak of many things?

Like hopes and dreams and rainbow rings

around the rosy

perhaps with a pocket full of posies?

Are you serious? replied the seal.

It’s best to just get real, seal the deal

with a stamp, drop the letter in the box under the lamp. 

Your wish will get there sooner perhaps by noon or before

if you direct mail it to the door. 

Oh, said the Walrus, then what shall I do?

Catch a glassy wave or two?

Or sun myself on the beach

cool sip of drink within reach?

Or maybe coat the ceiling with some wax

what do you think about that?

I‘d rather sail away in a shoe

than have work past noon

when there’s so much more fun stuff to do

and I think you mean sealing wax not ceiling wax

that’s a fact.

Oh, said the Walrus, maybe I’ll mail a cabbage in a box sealed with wax, then not to be lax, I’ll plant cabbages for Kings and things?

The Seal just shook his head 

and that said

it all

but the Walrus didn’t notice as he had spotted a beach ball

and headed off to play

saving the ceiling wax and sealing wax for another day. 

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Good day and Namaste

away

from my cloud nine

if you’re not feeling fine 

feeling groovy

no negativity will move me.

I’m up on my zen high

in the sky

starlight and comets passing by

carrying wishes

on dishes

to the wishing place

to gaze into the milky waves

that never stay the same

changing all the time

like the beat of a rhyme 

or reason

or change of the season

even

as we speak

time sneaks

past

gone too fast

slow down

don’t frown

let the sound

of your song 

play along 

with your life

showing right

from left

 and left 

of center

enter

your bliss

seal it with a wind blown kiss

and sail away on 

milky waves

to the land of possibility

if only you believe. 

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Sail me away from this day, this world, this place

to some space

that’s green and clean

and plenty

with many

rainbows 

to slide

collide 

with stars

and sprinkle with dreams

and schemes

and reams

of paper

on which to draw

the beauty and wonder of it all.

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If you only knew all you could do

if only you knew what to do

and if only you believed in you

realizing you knew all along

and were so strong 

and so smart

you are actually a work of art

maybe a piece in progress

which is always best

since there’s always something yet to learn, yet to  be done

another step up above and beyond

where we are and where we go from here to there

and everywhere in between

the real and unreal and the seen and unseen

and all that yet remains to go from seed to bean

growing a big stalk on which to climb to great heights

setting your goals on dreams and great sights

glorious days of sunshine and flowers

hours and hours

of peace and bliss

and making more memories just like this. 

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April 2018 Free Verse:share

come let’s walk like we use to

let’s dream and scheme and find funny things

everywhere

roaming from here to there

to where there’s air

to breathe

and beauty to see

in the flowers and in the trees

let’s sit

knit 

together tales, breadcrumb trails

leading to  

old memories

of

long lazy days spent by the sea

waiting for the sun and following the moon

those moments were over and gone way too soon

so come let’s walk like we used to do

before this time is but a moment over and gone too. 

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Some days are better than others, it’s true

but every day is filled with possibilities, if we only knew

where to look and seek to find

wonders of so many kinds

walking through pines 

scanning the sky

wondering why

blue is blue

and if love is true

and if the cow really jumped over the moon

and of course, why a moment is gone so soon.

Better then to not dread

live out loud all the time instead

except when you’re tired

then retire for an hour so 

go

to somewhere there’s peace

and release 

and restore your creative energy

maybe with a cup of coffee

maybe some yoga or tai chi

a late afternoon tea

table for two, for you and me

maybe by a glittering golden sea

and maybe a mermaid or merman can join us on the sand 

for a little bit

to sit

and chat

of this and that

until the sky goes indigo

and the moon starts to glow

and the stars to shine

to find 

me wishing the night would stay

this way for a while longer

as I grow stronger and stronger

and the waves roll in and out again

like a record on repeat

bare feet

happy soul

this is a moment that younger grow the old

My free verse for today and I like it, I hope you do as well. 

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Ready or not

here I come

says  Life on the run

full speed ahead

and nothing to dread

no unspoken words that need to be said

the soul only needs to be fed 

on music and peace

release 

all the other junk

plunk

into the sea of memories

that are no longer needed

weeded

like the garden of the mind

be kind 

to yourself

and to Mother Earth

she is the one who gives birth

to our air our water our life

so we might

climb her trees and swim her seas

and sleep at night with peace and ease

under indigo skies

millions of stars shooting by

wish and believe and

receive.

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Drive bys

midnight cries

mother’s sigh

and we wonder why

it has to be this way

another day

another time

can life turn on a dime

or do you have to spend a lot of quarters first

alert

the media spread the news

taxes are due

so pay up

sitting duck

rewards go to the highest bidder 

winner cheater or sinner

how can it change

if we don’t rearrange how we see and think and what we do

a dream of a few

Peace Seekers

can do so much more

open doors

save the world from more senseless wars

random acts of violence

where’s the sense

in that

there is no fact and 

it’s not fiction

we need to see a new direction

it’s your choice and your life

do it right

and it just might 

change

one 

Peace Seeker

at 

time

maybe these words are a sign.

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March 2018 Free Verse:DSCN5281

What if we flowed like a fresh mountain stream?DSCN1942

What if we shined like the sun above?DSCN5578

What if we drifted through space like clouds morphing into shape after shape?

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Everyone needs to just lay down on the ground and look up…bliss…

What if we were the face, the man,  on the moon gazed upon through windows at night with wonders and hopes and dreams and melancholy and nostalgia?DSCN2145

What if we were the stars wished upon and shooting across the indigo sky?DSCN3464

What if we were the trees that swayed in the breeze and cast shadows cooling in the midday sun?

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I wish they were mine! But at least I can visit them 🙂

What if we were the wildflowers growing by roadsides and fields and through cracks in a sidewalk?DSCN4353

What if we were melodies drifting across bars and measures and meters bringing past and present together?cropped-dscn3143.jpg

What if we were the animals in the forest or the birds sitting on power lines?DSCN3124

What if we were a rainbow after a summer storm?

What if we were dew on a leaf in the early morning?

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Beautiful dew 😀

What if we were time itself spanning, slipping by quietly and unnoticed?DSCN5388

What if we were one, undivided and united supporting one another with love and compassion?share

What if…DSCN4112

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Chaos, so much loss,

so many tears

fears 

fighting man against man

peer against peer

lack of human in humanity

so dark sometimes the hope you cannot see

this is not the way it’s suppose to be

poverty

needs

unmet

government swept

peace

under the rug

tug

of war

what’s it all for

money

for nothing

and nothing is all you get

when there’s nothing but pits

traps set

survival of the greediest

the neediest left behind

lost in time

out of mind

out of sight

we must set this right

but when it rains in congress

all we do is regress

even more

whores are more honest

at least what you see is what you get

a safe bet

yet

I still have hope for a better way

a better day

for us all

living large and living small. 

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We aren’t guaranteed a tomorrow

and we never really know what’s just down the road

it’s easy to forget

back burner, let things sit

for what reason, for what day

I don’t see a point in another delay

Time is a gift and a gift is time

this is only a little bitty rhyme of mine

but the point is clear

my Peace Seeking dear

live out-loud and make your intentions clear.

Namaste ♥

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Bread on second rise

sun coming up before my eyes

nothing left in disguise

in blue skies…

light chasing away the night.

Sunshine and rainbows

putting on a light show.

Nothing but sunshine and bliss

a good morning kiss.

Pour another peace cup

filling it full of 4 leaf clovers and good luck.

I hope the day is heeded

freezing the moment,

and repeated

as needed.

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