Karma

What is it that causes a person
To reach out beyond themselves
And think that they own everything
And not think of someone else
They move in on a country
With guns and armament
They bomb and over power
And create graves of monument
How can a person think of
Only their own empowerment
On the shoulders of the others
And create devourment
They close their eyes their ears their hearts
And no longer can hear other
Their sisters and their brothers
And even their own mothers
How can we break beyond the shell
Of personal entitlement
And try to get them to a place
Of pure enlightenment
For these kind of people
It won’t happen ‘till their death
Until they reach the underworld
And try with their last breathe
To ask for some forgiveness
For the hell they’ve precipitated
But karma tells them that instead
They pay for what they created

A little bit of onion
A slice of cheese or two
I wonder where this is going
Will I end up in a stew
My mouth is very watery
My nose is twitching so
My taste buds are so grumbly
Where will this poem go
It’s important to remember
Just where our food comes from
Will it make my tummy happy
Or will I come out really glum
First please think of farmers
Who are growing all our food
Next give thought to helpful people
Who can be very shrewd
The food is grown the pickers pick
It needs to come together
Who is it that brings everything
Together no matter the weather
The growers the pickers the gathering crowds
The cooks the packers the stuff
Have all got to work together
So that we have enough
And don’t forget the travelers
Who brings things all to store
They carry they unpack they place the food
And even do much more
Did you ever think about all this
How food comes to your house
It takes much more than before you knew
And don’t forget your spouse
Who buys who cleans who prepares for you
So you can do your thing
If you’re lucky that person may indeed
Begin to dance and sing
Our stomachs may enjoy our meals
From taste to satisfy
But heart is where you want to be
If you want to reach the sky
So taste and satisfaction
Can come to us sometimes
But the love of a good friend
Can really toss up our enzymes
So all these words must mean something
Or this poem wouldn’t have be written
Be kind be loving be thoughtful and true
And you’ll find yourself so smitten

I am human
And
I am less than more
When I think of myself
In relation to the world
I understand
That
More is less
I’ve learnt that
To be human
I must give up my ego
And accept humility
As my power
For it is only in being humble
That I can achieve
I am more than I was yesterday
And tomorrow
I may be less
By recognition
There is a power that comes
From knowing
That to be humble
Is to be
My truth

Children have magical thinking
They think they can create
Anything can happen
If they just take the time to wait
For adults it is different
Life has thrown them quite a few
So things that have happened
They have to take time to chew
In workplaces people
Think that they are more
They forget about others
And become quite the bore
Power is something
That goes to the head
It makes people think
That they are in charge instead
They forget that we all are
Brothers and sisters of sorts
They forget to work together
And instead they exhort
Putting power over others
Is only a sign
Of people out of balance
They should quickly resign
And look at their actions
And what they do mean
They should wipe out their past
Become pristine and clean
For its only when we take
The time to reflect
That we realize that life
Should really be checked
When we understand that power
Is for making things better
We will start to make changes
And become a trend setter
Power is a gift
That helps us navigate this world
It helps us to prepare
For the afterworld
So pick up your britches
And head the call
The onus is on you
Use your power and stand tall

Love is like a rose petal
Strong enough to demand life
Fragile enough to float away


Love a four letter word
That creates
Fragility
And
Strength

Wanting and allowing love into your life
Means allowing in pain and
Things that make us stronger
Becoming vulnerable
Means allowing
Love
To enter


Open
Fragile
Alone
Aware
Hungry
Wanting
Needing
Love

Crystalline structures that resemble God
Each one so different, some slim and some broad
They fall down in flurries some fast and some slow
They each catch the sunshine and some start to glow
As you walk on the crystals they sure make a sound
They take over the landscape and become the background
When you lift them up high they’re light as a feather
But they only come out when it’s really cold weather
If you taste them the cold on your tongue can be felt
If you wait for a while they surely will melt
What else in this world can be so many things
From liquid to solid then to gas it does bring
Some people say it’s just some atmospheric vapor
Frozen ice crystals or flakes you remove with a scraper
White flakes that lie on the ground in a layer
Which you watch over as it falls like a real surveyor
What would it be like if snow didn’t fall
If we never had winter or a good snow squall
Then we wouldn’t understand nature and its beauty
Or the shoveling of snow and our natural duty