Poems about Reality
Something To Say
Everyone has a significant purpose;
for strangers that come our way;
we often conceal it, beneath the surface;
but, everyone has something to say.
Sometimes, we say it all with a smile;
our words may seem insignificent;
getting the hopeless to laugh for a while;
a treasure;
We Who Know So Little
Wisdom is the most valuable energy;
more precious than silver or gold;
knowledge combines to form a synergy;
and make limitless power unfold.
Man considers himself particularly wise;
creating his self driving cars;
the Master laughs out loud from the skies;
for, God created the
Touch Of Love
When all alone, we try to make friends;
eveyone needs someone to talk to;
a shadowy mist, often, subtly descends;
many, are married; and won’t do.
I often shop when there’s nothing to buy;
since, I already have what I need;
I returned to my
The Essence Of Pride
I was taught to always do my very best;
be proud when work was completed;
but now, I’m faced with the ultimate test;
all that pride must become deleted.
God has given me a marvelous gift;
planted surreptitiously inside;
writing has given an emotional lift;
The Essence Of Being
Consciousness is the eternal mystery;
essence of all that’s said and done;
more than the compilation of history;
it’s eternity coalescing into one.
The essence of Being; present and past;
for Being exists, detached from time;
Being has been; and, forever, will last;
Being
When Two Become One
In the beginning; there was the word;
reality, was one single entity.
When God spoke; everyone heard;
God is the Truth: the divinity.
Man was originally made in God’s image;
both male and female, together;
created to become, in the Master’s lineage;
where they
Bad Temper
Many seem to have a volitile disposition;
it often shows up in sports;
easily frustrated by competition;
losing; puts them out of sorts.
Bad tempers are also displayed by drivers;
you’d best stay out of their way;
they’re frustrated red light survivoirs;
who always have something
Evil Circumstance
Is our life destined; to be what will be;
or do we all make our own choices?
Was each one created to always be free;
or designed, to be, God’s voices?
Are we puppets; and, God, the puppeteer;
pulling our strings; to make us dance;
or; must
