Category: A New Poem Every Morning #2

Lizard Lessons

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Little lizard, still as stone,
tell me where your tail has gone.
Did you forget to put it on
Or did some bully steal it?

I know you can grow another
But let’s be honest with each other
Just thinking of it makes me shudder
and I can almost feel it.

But you don’t seem to care at all,
what future mayhem might befall
lying on that sunny wall,
or skittering through the grass.

Zenlike, you take it in your stride
though you’ve lost most of your backside
I’ll remember next time life decides
to bite me in the ass.

#169

The Wisdom of the Adages

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Birds of a feather flock together but
the early bird gets the worm unless
the worm turns because
one good turn deserves another.
Leave no stone unturned among the
sticks and stones that break no bones whether you
have a bone to pick or not.
Make no bones about it, it’s an ill wind
that blows no good until your good
is better and your better is best because
the best things in life are free.

#168

I Choose

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I choose how my time will pass,
forward, backward, slow or fast.
I decide which words to heed,
the life I lead, and what I need.

You choose which road you will tread
which words you will leave unsaid.
You decide how you react
when attacked by random facts.

We choose, every day we live,
what to withhold to what to give.
We choose what we know is true.
I choose you, I choose you.

#167

I, Speck

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A little ball of dirt
with a splash or two of water
all held together in a bubble in the sky
with little specks of life
all righteous and insistent,
picking fights and whining as the universe sails by.

I’ll be the speck
with the telescope pointed
at the stars and the planets, wishing other specks could
see the beauty and the joy
of rolling ‘round the heavens
orbiting the sun in our spacey neighbourhood.

It’s odd that we want
to be part of something bigger,
like a city or a country but we still think so small
and we don’t seem to see
that the biggest club out there
is the universal zip code that encompasses us all.

# 166

Rake Up Your Own New Leaves

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Do not look to me for forgiveness
that assumes I have felt wronged, that lays
the blame at my feet for reacting in some way
that you did not foresee,
or didn’t care about at the time.
Only you can forgive yourself for things you have done
or believe you have done.

Do not look to me for redemption.
I was not involved in your fall, so do not
shift the responsibility for your rise to my shoulders.
I am not a convenient project you can use
to expunge your guilt over past selfishness.
Only you can redeem your soul by going back
and fixing what’s really broken.

I am no tabula rasa, no note from home,
no ‘get out of jail’ card,
I am no saint.
Look to yourself.
Look hard and close.
Make your own judgements.
Make your own decisions on what is right.
Look to me only for love.

#165

Christmas Past and Present

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The longer you live
the more memories linger
‘neath the Christmas tree.

tinsel waves and winks
knowingly, like an old friend
who knows your secrets.

You smile and just know
that this Christmas day will be
the very best yet.

#164

Gold and Crystal

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I hope my aura looks like a hoar frosted aspen
when the dawn’s first rays turn it all gold and crystal.

I hope all my good thoughts, any kindness I may have shown,
each time I gave of myself without calculating the cost,
all become the intertwining tangle of branch and twig faceted with prisms.

I hope their glint and glow shine into the knots and burls
of anger and envy and drive out the darkness in my soul.

I hope my aura looks like a hoar frosted aspen
when the dawn’s first rays turn it all gold and crystal.

#162

Time Will Pass and So Will This

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(an ode to my code in the node)

Take a breath and close your eyes and
feel the sun on the horizon
breaking through the cloud and darkness
like the heaviness that’s parked itself
upon your chest. You manifest
the universe within your breast
and like the universe you’re wheeling,
stealing minutes, stealing hours
just to squander them
like flowers in a vase, you touch the water,
find that it could still be hotter,
clouds of steam that you ingest
to try and lift the heaviness,
time will pass and so will this.

#161

note: If you can’t do anything about your cold, you may as well use it for poetry fodder… sigh.

My Cold

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Juice, jello, gingerale, vitamin C
Homemade chicken noodle soup, fireweed tea
Echinacea, bed rest, heating pad, naps.
Tissues, Vicks and cough drops. Feeling like crap.

Hot bath, soft blanket, well fluffed pillow
hot lemon honey and a couple Advil. Oh
nothing’s getting done till this cold takes a hike.
Good books, good movies, good grief, goodnight.
#160