Poems and Words of Wisdom

All works not originally by me are marked when known.

Stupidly Simple

I threw a boomerang into the sky. It did not return, and I did not know why. I wanted to learn, so I went to school and studied hard like a fool. I studied so hard my brain got numb, and what I found out made me feel dumb. The reason is simple, I do not jest: the boomerang had got caught in a nest.

Dog Gone Mess

Here I sit so sad and downed because my dog had nearly drowned. He jumped in the water chasing a bird, and the final splash was all I heard. My dog forgot that he could not swim, and it was about dawn before I found him. He had learned a lesson that day: on the land is where he should stay. If he stays away from the waters below, into the same mess he will never go.

Just Another Star

The sun shines bright high in the sky, and everything and everyone are in awe where they lie. Its magnificent rays feed shrubs and trees. It shines over mountains and over all the seas. Its light never ceases in the daylight hour, and it gives us life and abundant power. Without the sun there is nothing we could do; we would all turn to ice, our skin to blue. With all of the things in the air today, we must clean it up and right away, or the sun will vanish from its place in the sky and everything and everyone will eventually die.

The Last Word

As I sit confused and alone, high upon my mighty throne, I ponder on what death has in store for a mighty knight that is no more. There is nothing left for this tired knight. I do not have the strength for another fight. I cannot go higher, I have become the best, and now I will just sit because I have earned my rest. Soon I will die and be left only bone, and another young knight will claim my throne. My final words are farewell to thee, and my last request is to be buried at sea.

The Trouble With Tacos

What is that smell? Oh no, I just farted, and all of my friends have now departed. No one will ever come near me now until this smell is lifted somehow. I waved my hands, but that did not work. Flapping my arms made me feel like a jerk. I jumped up and down, but it was here to stay, and with a thump to my knees I started to pray. With a loud voice someone said, "What the hell..." and saw me pleading to get rid of the smell. I finally got wise and opened the door, and away it sailed to kill us no more.

Humor in the Hills

There was a little cottage high up in the hills where lived a little man with no modern frills. A practical man was he, especially with his jokes. Although quite secluded, he met with all the folks. In the great town hall before the season began, they gathered to moan, gripe, and complain while the bull really ran. The little man just sat rolling his beady eyes. He gathered his wits, and as he was about to rise he yelled without warning, but with a sense of jest, "Merry friggin' Christmas," then turned and left.

Feelings of Fall

Up over the rooftops, like birds in the sky, we twist and turn through the air so high. Down and around, so smoothly we flow, soon we will lie on the ground below. Through the noise and clatter of everyday life we see, for a moment, work, toil, and strife. But when to the ground we finally rest, we ring in all of the season's best. People stop and stare with a wondrous gaze at the colors we bring and the best of the days. A glance toward us will relieve some stress and allow a small moment to stop and rest, till the clamor and noise swings into high gear to ring in the end of another glorious year.

Speck of Respect

The trees gently sway from the passing wind, and as I sit here looking and concentrating, I cannot help but be in awe of the loveliness and beauty of all that surrounds me. Bluejays and sparrows caress the sky on tiny pockets of air. Flowers in full bloom surround my hard and calloused feet. The land gently flows into the blue sky above. The beauty of nature, how pure and unchanging it can be. When I am gone and buried, nature will still be, for even "intelligent" guests of the earth are limited by time, but the beauty and serenity of nature's bounty will live forever in this vast emptiness of space.

The Last One

Over a small hill on the plentiful plains of the forest, a single creature stands drinking from a clear, flowing stream. Its white majestic coat shines bright as the sun. The mane, like a waterfall, flows over its neck and catches the bewildered eye of the viewer as it takes to flight. When I gaze upon this creature, I am grasped by an overwhelming feeling of awe. The only thought that courses through my mind is to try and reach it, but alas, the only way is in my dreams. Farewell, mighty creature, till my dreams bring us together once more.

Oracle of Hope

Resting on a rock, my feet splashing in the cool, friendly motion of a passing stream, I start to ponder at the wonder of life. Images of old course through my weary head. Our lives are riddled with stories of disease, war, strife, and unpleasant things most would like to forget, yet somehow here we are: surviving, growing, leaning toward a time of peace and hope. Glancing through a tiny glimmer of light that stretches from our past like a beacon, it illuminates a possible future, one free from the memories of the past. Suddenly a feeling comes over me as if the hands of time are closing in. If we do not jump free of its grasp, we might just find ourselves in the past, doomed to repeat our mistakes for the rest of time.

Visions of Wonder

As my eyes glaze over the grassy hillside, I am suddenly struck by a vision of pure beauty. Hair like flowing fountains of gold, eyes as blue as the purest seas, and a face that would block even the most creative of men. As the stun of her beauty starts to subside, I find myself walking ever closer to this vision, and with a wondrous blast, as from a siren's song, the sweet melody of her voice fills my ears. Her spellbinding tune is soon joined by the gleeful prancing of a lively dance. Fighting my body and emotions to get even closer, I realize the woman has vanished, and in a somber cry I fall to the ground. Just then a thought fills my weary head. Her voice calls to me and beckons me to come closer. I gather the strength to rise and climb to the top of the hill. When I finally reach my destination, a radiantly white light streams from the sky and engulfs me. I am suddenly relaxed and feel the strength of her mind. Her power, creativity, thoughtfulness, and being course through me like nothing I have ever experienced before, and as I rest, I realize what true love is all about.

Irish

The utterly impractical, never predictable, sometimes irascible and quite inexplicable Irish. Strong blend of shyness, pride, and conceit, with a stubborn refusal to bow to defeat. They are spoiling and ready to argue and fight, yet the smile of a child fills their heart with delight. Their eyes are the quickest to fill up with tears, yet their strength is the strongest to banish fears. Their hate is as fierce as their devotion is grand, and there is no middle ground on which they will stand. They are wild yet gentle, good and bad, proud yet humble, happy and sad. They are in love with the ocean, the earth, and the skies, enamored of beauty wherever it lies. They are people of courage, people of the sod, but mostly they are Irish in love with their God.

Anonymous

Words of Wisdom

Just because someone has different views or beliefs than you does not mean they should be shunned. There is much to learn from those who are different from ourselves, so keep an open mind and a cheerful attitude.
Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the assessment that something else is more important than fear. Franklin D. Roosevelt
Life is what happens when imagination meets reality.
A mind is only as strong as its weakest thought.
Time is like a flowing river; it tends to smooth out the edges of life.
Life is a bowl of cherries, so learn to savor every bite.
When things look down and out, lift up your head and shout, "Screw it."
Everything has more than one point of view.
Reality is relative and subject to change.
Keep yourself open to new realities and your life will become richer.
Through the power of your mind, all things are possible.
Keep open the possibility that size does not matter.
Life finds a way.
When it looks like all is lost, that is usually when things are found.
Darkness cannot exist without light.
For a true genius, life is the only test.
Do not underestimate anything, for even under the tiniest pebble could be a pleasant surprise.
Strive to be calm, want to be free in spirit, and all will come to you naturally. Author unknown
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god!Hamlet Act 2, Scene 2 (Shakespeare)
When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.John Muir