Poems about God
We Awaken
We spend so much of our life sleeping;
of that; most are aware;
at the same time; evil is creeping;
tho most don’t know it’s there.
Our sleep occurs on different dimensions;
awareness is very much the same;
buried in the mind, is our true intentions;
The Good Listener
With our eyes and ears we scan reality;
or, at least, what we think it to be;
tho we exist within an energy duality;
life’s more about thought; than see.
Speech is our choice for communication;
telling others whatever we think;
subtly, within us, is another
The Five Illusions
We look at life’s beautiful illusions;
many wonders constantly pass by;
but lest we draw false conclusions;
the hand is far quicker than the eye.
And sound gives us no greater measure;
for sometimes we don’t hear too well:
though sound’s music gives us
A Woman’s Touch
Very often, many speak of a “woman’s touch”,
as tho that’s how perfection’s designed;
in either cooking or decorating, she adds so much;
her judgement is peerless and refined;
A woman is the most critical creation in all life;
bearing half of all
Better Times
I’m much like a ship in troubled waters;
listing, and threatening to sink;
heavily depending on the faith of fathers;
sadness brings me to the brink.
I seem to exist, in an ever changing world;
my stars of destiny; no longer aligned;
the illusion of a physical
A Puzzle Called Life
A poem is simply an elaborate puzzle;
words waiting to be put together.
The minds of poets should require a muzzle;
and be compelled to wear it forever.
The creation of life is the ultimate poem;
life, itself, constructed from a word;
the author, creator; by
A Puppet On A String
I feel like a puppet, dancing all about;
tethered to a Master, guiding my path;
frustrated, disconnected; ready to shout;
is he the Master of Love; or wrath?
Although I don’t hear voices speaking to me;
many thoughts seem placed on my mind;
the
Getting Even
Most everyone has been hurt by someone;
in some cases, we’re devastated;
evil has been done since time had begun;
and, getting even is complicated.
Evil is the fool, who’s not very smart;
not thinking of what lies ahead;
his actions pierce his victim’s heart;
