Poems about Knowledge
The Best Things In Life
The best things in life are free;
or so it’s often been related;
tho not all of us would agree,
it’s a topic often debated.
Many think it’s going on vacations;
others believe; a baby carried;
some love luxury accomodations;
still others
In The Know
Many seek to become all knowing;
information, itself, is king;
gossip enables us to to keep on going;
we’d rather be heard; than seen.
What sins have the rich and famous done;
especially those sins we abhor;
we’d love to be able to list each
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
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
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
New Leaves, Heaven Bound
Whatever happened to my yesterday;
it seemed such a short time ago;
time has transformed; becoming today;
springtime has melted the snow.
The landscape of life; constantly changing;
the snowfall; now transformed to rain;
the backdrop on life’s stage; rearranging;
sunrise; then sunset; again and
Every Word That I Write
I feel I’ve walked for two thousand miles;
nearly two million words; my destination;
a quest of hundreds of thousands of trials;
before death becomes my vacation.
Several have told me; numbers mean nothing;
only the quality of writing is germane;
and yet, my
