Poems about Reality
Snapshots
Snapshots; glimpses of reality;
these photographs have no end;
hints of a material duality;
for reality is more of a blend.
A picture has no way to breathe;
you’ll never see it inhale;
energy within us; we cannot conceive;
is hiding behind a veil.
For snapshots display no
…Sliding Downhill
I’m riding my sled down a steep hill of snow;
from a distant childhood memory;
ever growing faster, the farther I go;
my thoughts are almost sensory.
I know, from memory, when I reach the end;
my father will still be there;
no matter how recklessly, I
Snowflakes Of Winter
Snowflakes are beautiful as everyone knows;
metaphors of good from the world of thought;
they cover with beauty, the landscape below;
as an example of what beauty brought.
Snow formed a canopy over the ugliness, below;
frozen tears, falling, to cover the ground;
earth’s evil and
Making My Mark
It seems as though it gave me a reason;
a purpose in all my life to embark;
so I set out to make success a season;
determined in life to make my mark.
I decided once and for all, let nothing impede;
absolutely nothing was to get
Meeting Of The Minds
I looked intently into blue eyes;
clearly windows to the mind;
the body shell; an invented disguise;
concealing a soul, God designed.
For I was meeting a consciousness;
an internal energy being;
beyond the eyes was mindfulness;
more than hearing and seeing.
Blue eyes flashed; a
…Memories Of The Soul
My life seems filled with a hopeless regret;
from a reality I’d like to deny;
my good decisions; erased with each sunset;
while my bad ones must never die.
Some decisions, I’ve relived many lifetimes;
and still, they refuse to work out;
I wish
Love Passes On
Where have you suddenly gone;
you, who I’ve held so dear?
Passing through new dawn,
images remain, so clear.
As the sun is going down;
silencing the peaceful night;
not allowing memory to drown;
you still are my soul’s delight.
The memories of all we
…Love’s Images
Driving home, my mind took a detour;
thoughts became some other place;
the road, ahead, had become obscure;
my attention, captured by a face.
I couldn’t actually see such a face;
it was merely a thought on my mind;
it was more of a shadow or
