Poems about Reality
An energy source surrounds you;
and tho it, you can’t see;
even though it confounds you;
there’s another around me.
The Aura is the energy presence;
that forms the body you’re in;
energy exuding luminescence.
It’s your body’s energy twin.
Most of us can’t
…I am the general of my life;
the writer of my sonnet;
I open the pages of my book;
and write my life upon it.
I am the diesel engine;
racing down the track;
if I run out of fuel,
I won’t be coming back.
I painted a great
…What is so special about your face;
that one you’ve chosen to share;
the picture you’ve elected to embrace;
upon which all others stare?
It’s a constant picture of who you are;
you never leave it behind.
From it you’re known, wide and far;
for it
We started our new lives as very old;
we had much we needed to learn;
though empty in knowledge and gold;
youth actually gave energy to burn.
We started this life with new identity;
with knowledge wherever we’d turn;
within us we had a natural affinity;
and a childlike
When the sailing ship keeps drifting around;
it requires something to keep it steady;
it needs an anchor to keep it bound;
till, for sailing, the crew makes it ready.
I feel very much like that ship at sea;
my anchor was lost to attrition;
floating aimlessly around, is me;
Today will last beyond forever;
a day that time stood still;
a perfect day for all endeavor;
what was; becoming what will.
Yesterday is never to be gone;
it will all return, someday;
actors from then will live on;
for the past must never decay.
The future, too; will be
…Today, though important, is just one day;
whatever it’s outcome, tomorrow will come;
yesterday’s failures, again come my way;
and, again, to temptation, I’ll succumb.
How can I continue to live in yesterday;
even though I know that it’s gone;
or think of tomorrow, instead of
I was lying across my bed, sleeping,
sunlight streaming into my room;
something caused me to start weeping;
a strange sound diminished my gloom.
Clearly, came the sound of a barking dog;
it was emanating from outside;
though I understand, my mind was a fog;
my memory of truth did
