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The Bright Side

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Picture taken by my Dad

So you know when lightning hits and it gives you a charge?  You kind of laugh a bit and say, “Wow that was close!”  At the same time a bit nervous, but excited? Scared, but hoping it happens again?

This is a sonnet about problems, laughter and looking on the bright side that I connected to lightning.  It’s like laughing at problems can help deal with them.  So long as you can still laugh – it’s not that bad?

For me, at times, things will just be going along…and then: something really striking happens, that energizes me.

“Missing Lightning”

It’s great when you can laugh about what gives,

Problems can dissipate from perspectives,

Parts of pain in life fade fast with humour,

A sure sign is your smile – It suits you more,

You may laugh at things when they are funny,

Or you may have just broken down and cried,

Sometimes easy to enjoy irony,

Wait briefly, anger and fear may subside,

So amazing how it turns out this way,

A thunder crash shook up my soul today,

A thrilling laugh as I don’t think as much,

I sense each stray strike: every new touch,

When it’s too distant, I miss knowing this,

The unbridled power in lightning’s kiss

Critical Mass – Surviving Art – Saving Grace

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This is just another sonnet about being creative and how supposed art or work can sometimes be received  ( Not always- just sometimes – or in some cases).  I try to remain upbeat.  Lucky for me I can find other work to pay the bills, and have my artistic side, and education goals to live off.   It is still nice to be able to share images.  There is something still welcoming about this scene.

Hold tight to the end, when optimism shines through or pays off.

Critical Mass

Surrender now to the critical world,

It is different light, from which they see,

On the verge of holding heaven unfurled,

Instead they decide to crucify me,

Awake!  Did you hear that?   Are you aware?

The beaten has risen from where it lay,

Scrutiny of words, with a cross to bear,

The goal has been taken, now I will pay,

No fate on this earth has been sold for sure,

Unless the die is filled, it is not true,

The water you drink within wine is pure,

The flesh you shed may it never be new,

Work that you behold they may never know,

Saving grace can change the way it will go

Logical Assumptions

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Finding  Temporary Sanctuary… Intermittent Peace

Years that last forever, shapes unchanged, Rock of Ages, Beauty,

Endless, endless the nights without driven dreams, Awakens,

Exposing the stars, delivered by bright thoughts, Strength,

Forgive me for not knowing what I had come across,

Integral parts of the model locked in my mind,

Conversation like wet newspapers,

Crumbling as memory recedes,

Open to suggestions,

We rebuild,


Natural teacher

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Branches of searching cedar reach to me,

Immensely kind, strong gestures of a tree,

Knows all that passes, centuries aware,

Embracing glance, an immovable stare,

Rocky bluff stretches, mountain bobs and weaves,

The coloured ground ripples with roots and leaves,

From mulch fern emerge, symmetric green frills,

Random growth springs free, whatever Earth wills,

Waterfalls shining, with bright sparkling gleams,

Hidden moment below, pool deeply dreams,

Creek joins others, brooks become a river,

Dripping wet creature begins to shiver,

Each season, all year, spirits return here,

Teach reason, not fear, forever lurks near

Spending Wisely


Best wishes!   I have just a few thoughts on the best way to spend time and money.  It seems we are pretty much part of the economy and social demand – especially of those with power.  Sometimes this is a great thing – If we have food, shelter, and a good quality of life.  At other times, when we don’t fit in, we need to work hard to make ourselves productive.  When productivity that consistently increases other’s quality of life is not recognized with reward – there seems to be some failure in the system.  This microcosm may be hard to detect, but in the macrocosm, disparity must be recognized.  The insight of those that are in the positions of less power to affect their own outcomes, needs to be addressed.  It is important to consider that even a person who lives in poverty may have potentially great skills and attributes to contribute to society – that is not recognized, because it is not convenient to develop them.  Those without the skills have needs similar to anyone else and we must work together to help everyone have their needs met.

Spend Wisely

Shudder to think of all the wasted time,

Yet the play, the music, the art, and rhyme,

Allows the freedom to work for money,

Without peaceful moments or skies sunny,

There is no patience, no progress or goals,

Pushing for the reward can takes its tolls,

Seems best to have a friend to rely on,

To have a person’s shoulder to cry on,

A guitar for picking, to strum, or express,

Radios to play music that feels best,

TV is there, with a dog or a cat,

I never end my own internal chat,

Yes there is a time to get down to work,

I never avoid it, I will not shirk,

If I raise one soul’s quality of life,

Denying I’m working is the true strife,

Who is hired to make this world better?

Sign me up now, I’m a real go-getter,

When the sky crashes on a poor artist,

Have mercy to ask, ‘why did I start this?’

Was it to make money that creates peace?

That is cool – the best and please never cease,

But for money you can’t think how to spend,

Think again, ‘what ways, and what love can I send?’

Solar-system or seasons stand alone

I write ‘poems’ sometimes to paint a picture and then look it and say -“I think this points to life in some ways.” I am really trying to make some difference – whether that is a moment for someone to say: “this is neat,” or a more lasting impression that creates awareness as it expands. It seems hard to do that in a limited amount of time, with a very small part of the population, but still it is a challenge that I am sure many of us are up to!!

I am looking for work still, and I feel bad when my time is not spent productively. I don’t know how productive this poem is, but I am pointing to some ironies and some beauty. If a poem takes me one hour, and is published, or at least stored forever: Isn’t this somewhat productive?? 🙂



Ever-present or Distant

Sure saints share cinders showing fire starts with surreal segments of time,

Silent sorcerers sit sadly surmising happiness stays tomorrow,

The lords, ladies and new creatures are forever intertwined,

Smart students store subtle moments, stealing secrets just to survive,

Strong servants stretch out, so certain some seconds are theirs,

Winter is frozen, shuddering, shivering, to hear those stiff summer calls,

Spring stalls, standing similar, supposedly sunny – some days suspiciously cold with sleet,

Still, weeks shine and superb life starts and grows, the breeze soon shivers less,

Appeasing a wish, summer arrives and then swiftly drifts by in the solid sun and sparkling nights,

The special days of autumn are crimson, sometimes barely recognized as they fall and become sparse,

Near year’s end, surprised by the rejoicing summit, slush and ice are respected and seasons stop inside,

Summer shade seems distant I suppose – in storms and sunshine:

Is there suspense as a saviour stays through every season?

So respectfully I insist- Yes, we succeed somehow,

We are so speculative and concerned about the spirit of the surroundings and the state of awareness,

We each sustain a single system – supported by society, ourselves and our science,

Constellations swirl, as our solar system spins,

Our stellar friend the moon at our side, and the sun resilient in the day’s sky

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Fast is the freedom, forever I run,

Chasing the leader, so quickly I’m done,

I stumble to find a pocket of peace,

The goal I was after made me captive,

Now I chase new dreams, and feel like I’m free,

Just stopping it seems, to find what can be,

Ignoring all that’s insignificant,

And trivial, indignant hypocrites,

Lost is the loneliness, last time I checked,

No limit on time, when I can reflect,

I am rushing to hear all that you say,

Tuning in for treasured moments with you,

Gold and platinum music, your cherished voice,

Friends, family, free populations rejoice,

A race is charged and changed by each new chance,

To get it all together and stand true,

Fast is the freedom, left me at last fall,

Luminous leader, can you hear the call?

Never heard it until I stood outside,

Learned from the sky and became more grounded,

Beside the nights, I fought hard for the days,

So we could be true friends all hours, always,

Nothing is seen as insurmountable,

Or impossible – just as we agreed,

If we falter we will reframe our goals,

Optimism will stay, charging our souls,

What if we should fall deep into trouble?

And in doubt on the outside we will stand,

Life we will live in the world we rebuild,

With our work and labour, hope must be filled,

Love leads my steps as I still long for peace,

Freedom and friendship just around the bend

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Upon awaking

dimpath‘Does Not Stop Here’

Waking without direction,

In one instant: peaceful and mysterious surroundings,

One more surreal moment,

I am thinking of my dream, but the room is not the same,

It is unclear and dark,

Forced to step forward into the unknown,

Like a leap of faith just to live another day,

Futures planning,

Turn the light on,

Who has the healing hand, the spirit guide, the next best move?

I wait,

Levelling my thumb against the wind,

A hitch hiker,

We all seem like water-washed diamonds,

Then… with the cold sudden fury of a divine messenger,

The notes toll me back to myself,

A shower of rain,

A flood of reassurance,

More than natural in the mundane,

The day is young – not old,

I cannot recant or rescind,

From where I stay,

It is immaculate, encompassing,

Words spoken, or written, describe,

A call to friends,

The intelligence,

Not forlorn, not yet,

For we are together in some sense,

Until some end,

Reams piled carefully, not a pyre,

But the fuel of a blazing furnace, an engine,

The train does not stop here,

We travel far, carrying a heavy load,

One day to go,

One day at a time…

I had an essay written on this poem.  Comment if you would like to see it.  Is it fair to use the words of a muse upon awakening?

Forming Power through Core Ideas

victoria 021I have been remiss in keeping up to date with my poetry – many years of low-productivity.

Here is something I just wrote:

Forming Power through Core Ideas

I don’t want to be lost in the process?

Or otherwise caught in the wrong moment,

If left thinking about a gear in time,

Looking for the outside machine grows old,

Nomadic thoughts, no matter anyways,

When transitions are made new thoughts can save,

Changing perspective at the right juncture,

Connects the machines and charges new plans,

At any given second a bright idea can be:

Hotter than the sun and far brighter than the moon and stars,

One sure point, internally energized and powerful,

Silent signals of tomorrow fuel plans of the future,

Igniting chain reactions, quietly,

At first the brilliance must be cradled,

The tie to the outer core is fragile,

And to the complete form, we must stay true,

Spinning and turning in the end is fine,

The shape inside must be perfected first,

Finely tuned instruments flowing, playing,

Divine atmosphere grows sure harmonies