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charles-hobgood
75/M/Delaware ohio Writer and retired college faculty/social science / Book title / “Finding Comfort in Uncertainty” / Second book coming / Walking Together in Solidarity and Solitude
Born with gifts and flaws, we ride The merry-go-round of life goes up and down like painted ponies The wheels we put in motion will brings peace or run over us No matter the effort, life’s tragedies will break our spirit. Will our hearts become a thousand broken pieces? Or will these cracks be where the light comes in?
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 10:25 AM UTC
Painted Ponies
Finding yourself means being lost. The only way to reappear is to disappear Admit you do not know and are lousy at predictions. Life will reveal itself. To know for even one brief moment what it means to be free Never settle for a smaller version of yourself Measuring outcomes leads us away from inner treasures
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 12:28 PM UTC
Treasure Hunt
Woe to those who lead little lives Who leave more inside than ever gets used Haunted by ghost of unborn dreams Looking toward tomorrow’s that never come Smothering their fires of hope with wet blankets If only they could ride their dragons extinguishing fears from yesterday In a world pestered by distortions dreams are doorways for the brave Courage comes and goes hold on for the next supply
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May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC
Journey Bravely
Solitude the unwanted guest at the Christmas Day celebration, can you imagine anything worst than spending Christmas Day alone? Remember as a child misbehaving being sent to, “time-out” for added misery you were positioned to see others playing. Today in prison, the worst of the worst, when they are even worse- solitary confinement. The picture is clear in our society solitude is negative, punishment. Research subjects report in experiments solitude reduces your happiness and joy. However, the story is not over these same research subjects report solitude adds calmness, reduces anxiety and enhances clarity. The question becomes when I go for a walk in the woods, what is my objective? The solitary turtle sunning on the log in the pond, what is his objective? Next time you go for a walk in the woods, leave your device at home don’t be so quick to call a friend, goggle a sports score or type in HelloPoetry.
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May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 10:33 AM UTC
Unwanted Guest
Time has no space to be bamboozled No space for quaint, petty, or polite things Things that put you to sleep Time needs to be jolted Time is beyond chin-up, spine-straight, eyes-ahead Time lives in radiance Time demands that washing the dishes becomes holy Taking a shower becomes part of the water cycle Emptying the trash an ecological celebration Time our gift from grandeur Put down your electronic device and create your own buzz!
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May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 4:40 PM UTC
Time Alive
Fly on the window’s ledge Stuck upside down Twisting and turning A ***** disease carrier I could swat you One quick blow Easy, you’re trapped Instead I blow a gentle stream of air You land feet first and fly away Your struggle too much like mine Challenged by twists and turns Sleepwalking in daylight Missing the universal stream Which breathe will lift me?
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May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 4:29 PM UTC
Upside Down
To lose your self in a fabricated world Being occupied by the mundane Convention the burial ground for artful living There exist a great vortex of false promises. Follow the difficult trail Ripen like seed in fertile ground Love the question and not the answer Learn to live into the question Watching your self grow takes patience.
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May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 4:18 PM UTC
Beneath Convention
A gypsy boy not wanting to be confined by daily prescriptions Always jogging on paths of his own Still he knows, it’s only when you stop moving, you’re called in deeper ways. Sitting alone in an empty hotel room Somewhere between nowhere and everywhere Crying for what he’s seeking and what he’s leaving behind Knows he can’t leave his shadow simply by walking away Nor find what’s elusive by chasing illusions Knows the only way out is through the pain Knows that he, like you, Must take what’s ugly in his arms and kiss it!
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May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 1:32 PM UTC
Gypsy Boy
Abandon Hope The kind that promise something more Things will continue to fall apart and come together There is no place to hide No longer playing hide and seek with suffering Then gratitude for today The gift of the present Become visible in the now There form may surprise See strength in vulnerability Find tenderness in unknowing Totally exhausted, now I can begin to be here in the now Love never dies My suffering fades as I awake to yours Love never dies
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 11:53 AM UTC
Love Never Dies
Today, a moment of panic in the midst of sheltering-in The soft safety of stillness gives way to turbulent winds Emergence Room Doctor mode frantic, running every which way, reaching for the prescription pad. Surely, I could write an answer. Like a person with a broken car, thinking everything will be ok If only, I can repaint the car. a new exterior, that’s the answer. Sitting in my monastic cell A Red Fox scampers along the fence line His inner fox and outer fox scamper in harmony. The soft safety of knowing, the Red Fox not wishing for even one hour to be a ****** Repainting my exterior will not slow turbulent winds. In the midst of sheltering-in The soft safety of stillness like the Red Fox’s deep knowing Joins my inner self and outer self in harmony.
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May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 3:38 PM UTC
Red Fox