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The Measure Of A Man

When we consider how a man is measured;
Samson most often comes to mind;
for his physical strength was treasured;
but is that how a man is defined?

King David, from the Bible, lauded;
with a sling, he challenged a giant;
when he won, he was richly applauded;
for he

"Woody Didn't Do It"

It seems so long ago,
that on our deck, apply;
we would scatter seed,
for hungry birds passing by.

In, the winged hungry flew;
seeking the menu de jour;
offering the best we could do;
we were the avian restauranteur.

A few of our customers dined in;
carry out: the

To Be

There is a place called reality;
most have never known;
a place where only mind can see;
by thought; and thought alone.

It extends for all eternity;
contained within it’s midst;
all that mind’s eye can see;
and all that eyes have missed.

Thought creates within his realm;

Words

Actions speak louder than any word;
for words are nothing but air;
I know this sounds quite absurd;
but words never go anywhere.

They simply drift off and sail with the breeze;
randomly floating in any direction;
whether forced out, or spoken with ease;
sometimes in anger; other times, affection.

Yesterday's Gone

I had some thoughts of yesterday gone;
why are such things on my mind?
For yesterday still tries to live on;
it seems to be how it’s designed.

I was feeling sad about decisions, made;
I’d like to revisit so many;
but they seem to march by on

Wind Of My Sails

I was sailing free on my ship;
big plans; great future to be;
reality suddenly fashioned a blip;
and the future was sailing me.

The winds were pushing in one direction;
directing me to my chosen docks;
suddenly, due to reality’s correction;
my sails took me towards the rocks.

The Aura

An energy source surrounds you;
and tho it, you can’t see;
even though it confounds you;
there’s another around me.

The Aura is the energy presence;
that forms the body you’re in;
energy exuding luminescence.
It’s your body’s energy twin.

Most of us can’t

I Am

I am the general of my life;
the writer of my sonnet;
I open the pages of my book;
and write my life upon it.

I am the diesel engine;
racing down the track;
if I run out of fuel,
I won’t be coming back.

I painted a great

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