Poems about God
Swimming in God’s Ocean
Many think they walk on solid ground;
tho the mind could dispel this notion;
all is energy; there’s nothing solid, around;
we’re swimming in the Master’s ocean.
An ocean is the portrait of infinite reality;
where life, becomes; then goes;
eternal thoughts
Self Doubt
Many live their lives in complete obscurity;
hiding whatever they think and feel;
mostly it’s due to their rampant insecurity;
feeling like that storied fifth-wheel.
Their opinions, to others, may seem unique;
so others, usually, pay them no heed;
others; not troubling themselves to critique;
refusing to
The Last Laugh
Laughter relieves the greatest sorrow;
drying the tears on your face;
enabling those suffering, to face tomorrow;
or overcome their disgrace.
Laughter brings the flow of love’s energies;
you can hear it resonate sound;
love ushers forth unlimited synergies;
deliciously felt all around.
Laughing makes us
…Wallpaper Shredded
The walls in my old house were once lovely;
papered throughout in designer wallpaper;
decades of life; made those walls became ugly;
painting them all would be a great favor.
It had been my home; which bore my face;
always making a very good impression;
wallpaper, now old;
If I Were Thirty Years Younger
If only I were thirty years younger;
what would I be like today;
I would still be healthy and stronger;
and love might look my way.
I would still be in the peak of life;
someone, love might consider;
still able to find the
An Angel Of Love
Often, I just need to clear my mind;
too much clutter tends to confuse;
the loves of my life; left me behind;
and, a new love became my muse.
I think of her often, most every day;
to her; I’m someone she knows;
she can’
The Linear Life
Life is energy in various manifestations;
created solely by the mind of thought;
love was the bedrock of life’s foundations;
physicality was the illusion, wrought.
We think of reality as three dimensional;
length; width; and height;
but, reality is much more consequential;
with morning, noon, and
Dreams Of Reality
I look out the window; upon a field of green;
an empty two acres, across the road;
focused, for a moment, on reality’s dream;
with fatigue; my mind is on overload.
Reality is one of life’s unsolved dramas;
how did it all come to be;
