A confident man feels not a need to speak
on all things with which he does not agree
Though in the proper time and place
he is not afraid to assert his way
And though his words at times cause spurn,
he will admit when they are out of turn
Fearing not the inevitable mistake,
but rather owning it too late
Caring and feeling without hesitation
and not for reciprocal adulation
Emotions are expressed appropriately;
either subtlety or rationally
As honest with others as with himself;
recognizing what he does and doesn’t do well
Claiming to know what he does know
and asks when he don’t
Pursuing tasks for their benefit and or joy
rather than status or fleeting ploys
Those latter things are often great fun,
but worry of them yields none
While in his mind there is good thinking,
he is more occupied with good acting
In order to have concerns of the ideological,
requires labors that are practical
On his confidence, he does not ponder,
as neither he or anyone wonders
of whether he truly possesses it.
We know it.
it’s that time of year again
a time for re-evaluation
my gratitude awards
go to ...
disinterest in material things
those who see better values
cultivated kindred spirits
who are yet to be met
a comfortable life
the cliff, the trees,
the creatures, the seas,
the things i can do
and the freedom to do them
and the love
that was shared
"Alternative Facts" the truth belies,
Often in "Fake News" the real truth lies,
In truth are other words for lying.
The value of honesty seems lost,
Sad truth is, at a terrible cost!
To our kids now we must emphasise
That Facts; the Truth, must Always Trump Lies,
That by lying there's nothing to gain;
That Truth cannot be held in disdain.
From lies and untruths all must refrain
To make Truth, Honesty, Great Again!
The values of our relationships
and the commitment to our virtues
inspire and open our eyes.
In my late teens I would wonder
What is The Purpose of Life?
What should I Value?
What is truly Good?
But now at sixty six it seems so clear:
Life per se is what matters.
That know they are selves.
Of sentience married with intelligence.
The miracle we call Life.
At nineteen I said
That the First Priority
I wrote a thing called “The Bedrock”
To grow this theme.
And what was it that had to survive?
It was living beings
Nurtured by Mother Nature.
I am a “Lifist”
If you will:
Cherishing all that lives.
And more than Conservation.
Health and Wellbeing
For The Common Good.
A touch of Socialism
And Equal “Opps”.
I coined the word “Positivism”
To sum it all up.
Is this all poetry?
But the greatest poem lies all around us:
The very world and universe
In which we live.
© PB 18\2\2019.
What it's all about... What I personally call "Positivism".