Empty pockets
Gather dust
And children’s toys
And other stuff

I reach inside
And never know
What will come  up
And what will grow

Turned inside out
The pockets reveal
A history
The things we steal

Many things that gather
And find their way
Inside my pocket
It’s all okay

One day I think
I’ll write a book
Of pocket stories
Will take a look

A Herstory
A gathering docket
Of all the stuff
Inside my pocket

There is a longing in my heart
That knows no bounds
It calls to me
Through tears
That catch on my eyelashes
And cling to my cheeks
A longing so deep
And so wide
That nothing but love
Can truly penetrate
There is no other
No thing
That can catch my attention
Other than
Your love

I take a breathe
And the breathe stills my being
And brings a depth of resting
In the no thing
All around me I am surrounded
By a sense of stillness
And I dance in the joy
For no thing
Is where life begins
An intake brings me closer
To that which is not
And I remember a time
When other was more than now
All is still
My body feels heavy
And then
Light as a bird
I lift off
Into the unknown
For death
Is just another side
Of life

I don’t understand politics
The comings and goings
The ups and the downs
And the ego crowing
The lies and deception
And covering things up
They yell and they scream
And each other interrupt
Let’s put a woman in charge
And see how things will change
To the women men will bow
Now, won’t that feel strange
Women care for their families
And can surely multi task
We can watch them live truth
Vulnerability to unmask
So if politicians could finally
Put away their war toys
And grow into men
Instead of little boys
And listen, really listen
To all that we say
We might finally have humans
Present for us everyday

Oh great One
I look for you
In the temples
And in the churches
I look for you
In the books and in the verses
In the air and in the song of the bird
I look for you and the tears
Come down my cheeks
For the only place I can find you
Is in my heart

Sometimes we just sit there
We sit and we wait
For others to take the lead
Don’t feel it’s our fate
And yet strength lies in numbers
And we need to stand tall
We need to play our part
And reach out to all
The world doesn’t change
From a very small selection
We all need to play our part
With love and affection
So from a place of compassion
I ask you to get up
Speak truth and devotion
With a loving cup

A little bit of milk
And sweetener, just a touch
I’m making up a tea
And  don’t want to have too much

A little bit of toast
Butter, jam upon the top
I love to have   my special snack
I don’t know how to stop

Perhaps I’ll have a plum or two
Or a banana that is ripe
Some chocolate, smile on my lips
Now that is more my type

Of course some ice cream, cherries too
Whip cream would make it swell
And nuts and sprinkles, silver *****
I promise I won’t tell

Alas, the tea is all I have
I have to watch my waist
I dream about the other stuff
Would love to have a taste

Why is it that people can’t see
How simple life can be
If they would only recognize
How closely come the ties
Of what we expect of others
And what others expect of us
If we could only be ourselves
Without making such a fuss
If truth be told the only thing
Important for us now
Is just to feel we’re recognized
Sacred space for I and thou
If you could just allow me
To be me and not the you
If we could just be sensitive
And take the final cue
For you works well for you to be
It does not work for others
We all are here to do our part
As sisters and as brothers
So please accept me as I am
I’m perfect in all I do
And understand that who you are
Does certainly work for you
Please do not place me in a box
Formatted from your creation
We all came here as separate selves
Stopping this will cause stagnation
When you can accept that I am me
And you are who you are
When I can feel like all of me
Is really not bizarre
When you can say you love me
Just as I am right now
I will then stop my proving
And may simply just allow
For being me is why I’m here
And being you is important
Can we just hold each other in love
And be more in concordant

So many people
All around me
And yet
I feel SO all alone
It doesn’t really matter
How many people are around
What matters is
What is inside of me
And
I feel SO all alone

I tend to be
So *******  my self
Thinking that perfection
Is what I need
When in fact
It is
The perfection
That is
My ruination

Our world used to be a glorious place
Seen green and blue from outer space
And now the ice is disappearing
And water is scarce and animals endearing
Are disappearing and we ask why
And we turn inside out and with tears we cry
And we ask for some help, for changes to occur
And all we get are blank stares and end sight is a blur
And we wonder why now and what have we done wrong
And all that comes out is a plaintiff song
And we write to congress and we make our pleas
To bring back our flowers and all our bees
And on deaf ears our words do fall
And we try to make louder our earnest call
And we gather and talk and try to make amends
And no one answers and we continue to descend
Into images of destruction, a lost world, a lost cause
And we try to make changes and bring in new laws
And the words of great people are cried out in vain
As our great planet we try to contain
We plant trees, gather water, grow foods that are good
For the human race and the standards on which we stood
And the make-up we have won’t let us give up
Or get caught in a system that is so much corrupt
We will sing, we will dance, we’ll make a lot of noise
We will threaten to take away all their war toys
We’ll fall to our knees and beg ‘please, make things right’
And we know we will never give up on this fight
So come along with me to bring green back again
Removing the rot and the ugly, black stain
Fresh air and fresh water, healthy trees a plenty
Into action and away from what is just mentally
An exercise in futility into one that’s our future
Where people are conscious and able to nurture
A new generation with people who care
With trees and fresh water and lots of fresh air

Rain
Dripping down my face
Waiting for the moment
To catch the lashes
That protect my eyes

Sounds of movement
Water ripples
On the pavement
And large splashes
As cars go by

My face lights up
At the thought
Of clean air
And moist ground
And happy
ducks

Life
Is a very peculiar
State of being
Filled with
Longings
And pinings
And letting go
Of what we used to think
Was important
And no longer is
Changes
Always in flux
Life has a way
Of keeping us
On an ever changing
Track
Of
Life

I wait
Wondering what it is
That I am
Waiting for
My life has always been
A wait
And I wonder
What
It is
That
I’m waiting
For

Loneliness is the feeling
That, even when there are
Many people around
You still feel
So alone

Like
The world is going on
All around you
And you
Just
Aren’t a part
Of it

Alone
Like you don’t belong
Anywhere
And no matter what happens
You still feel
Like you're
All alone

Hanging ivy overhead
Flowers blooming in their bed
I wish Spring could be forever
And winter? No,  no,no, no never
I love the warmth upon my head
The shining sun and I feel fed
My over boots and heavy coat
Are put away with a little note
So winter won’t come back too soon
I can stand outside and watch the moon
And take a summer swim in my pool
The summer breeze is not too cool
I laze around reading a book
Not much to do, nothing to cook
BBQ outside in summer weather
And flowers blooming on the heather
Mother Nature do you think
That winter could be over in a blink
And summer could stay forever more
In summer clothes, warm to the core

Poetry
Is such a necessary
Mode
Of communication
It reaches out
And catches my spirit
In an attempt
To describe
Life

One never knows
Where life is going to take them
On a journey
Of unknown origin
Walking a path
That no one
Has ever tread before
And it feels
Like I’ve been here
Forever
And yet
I don’t know
Where I am
So come with me
On a journey
Of no origin
And bitter end
Walk with me
Into
Oblivion

I am human
And
I am less than more
When I think of myself
In relation to the world
I understand
That
More is less
I’ve learnt that
To be human
I must give up my ego
And accept humility
As my power
For it is only in being humble
That I can achieve
I am more than I was yesterday
And tomorrow
I may be less
By recognition
There is a power that comes
From knowing
That to be humble
Is to be
My truth

The thrill
Of stepping onto a sleigh
Knowing that soon
I will be
Flying

Peace is a place deep inside
A place where you can go to hide
It’s warm and fuzzy and helps you feel strong
When in that place nothing can go wrong
When you feel vulnerable and in some pain
A place of peace will be your plane
Let go of fear, let go of foretelling
Living in the future is not a place for dwelling
Live in the present and feel the peace
Of letting go stress to release
For peace is a dwelling that you can feel
It gives you strength when life you deal
It helps you move past feelings of woe
It helps you be happy, it helps you to grow
For peace is a longing to be more than that
A place of silence in which to chat
And then to quiet your inner thoughts
Will remove your blemishes and all your dots
So you come out more than you came in
And you become more than you have been

It’s not easy to feel  the loss
To allow ourselves to go into the pain
Knowing the overwhelming depth of emptiness
That we are going to sustain

Is there something inside that wants to come out
Is it time to scream is it time to shout
What is all the fuss what is going around
That raises the spirit and makes a big sound
Can you guess what it is can you figure it out
Can you think and think what’s it all about
I truly don’t know just know it’s real
But it really must be quite a big deal
So shout and scream and make a noise
Standing still with equipoise
It’s time to be real it’s time to stand out
We know what it is without a doubt
Neshama it’s time to take a stand
Coming out is what you planned
To show the world what you’re about
To be yourself and just hang out

What is life
If not a conglomerate
Of differences of being
What is life
If not a place of chaos
Where mind reigns
What is life
If not
A hurry scurry
Of useless endeavors
What is life
If not
A gathering
Of ignominious experiences
Meant to teach us
About
life

Emptiness
Gnawing at me from the inside
Saying
Feed me, feed me
And the pain only subsides
When it is fed

Overeating
Stops the feelings
That come from
Deep within
The gut wrenching
Pain
That I no  longer
Want to feel
And
It follows me
And I feed it

I wish I had
A hand to hold
A heart to enfold
An ear to fill
A dance until
I wish I had
A friend to embrace
A child’s hand to trace
A tale to share
A story to bear
I wish I had

Sometimes I sit alone
And wonder where the world is
And why
I’m sitting all alone
Have people forgotten me
Or are their lives so busy
I have been put on the side
Alone can be
A very lonely place
And I try to keep busy
And soon
I begin to miss
The company

I want to paint
I want to put
Colour to canvas
And watch it grow
A story coming forward
From a colour
Well placed
Imaginings from the mind
That play out
Across the white canvas
That grows in words
In wisdom
In actions of youth
Played out
Across the expanse of
A desert
Or a park
Or a water scene
That is remembered
From long ago
Art
The chance to
Tell our story
With canvas
And paint

I walk a path
That others
Have walked before
It makes no sense
To tread on land
That doesn’t
Create change
And my life is worthy
Of
Touching others
I am
Therefore
Others can be

God like perfection
Love, compassion in motion
Always living Truth

*** it’s here again
A cold is in my nose
It’s dripping and I’m snorting
For pictures I won’t pose
It’s red at tip and sore to touch
It’s dripping in my food
The sneezing and the coughing
Put me in a very foul mood
I hope this cold will end soon
And cause me no more pain
My tissue box is empty
Here comes a sneeze again
I hope the sun comes out soon
So I can go outside
Perhaps the warmth will warm me up
Better to have lived than died
This is the season for the germs
I did not take a shot
Even thought my doctor and his nurse
Really thought that sure I ought
The cold will end then back to work
I will have to go
My xmas vacation is over now
Achoo, achoo….I know…

Red and green
What can it mean
Red and runny
Now that is funny
Red and yellow
Can be quite mellow
Red and white
Now that is right
Yellow and ****
That can be smart
Yellow and green
What can it mean
Blue and white
It’s  quite the sight
Green and blue
This one’s for you
Red and blue
Another for you
Yellow and long
Might just be wrong
Black and white
That’s quite the sight
Violet and blue
It sticks like glue
Yellow and red
Enough said

Today
I will be more than I was before
I came into a world
That was created
By others before me
And
I entered
Not knowing
Wanting to learn
Wanting to be more
I have learned
That
To make the world a better place
Begins with me
If I can remember
To always leave things
Better than I have found them
Then
I have learnt
The lesson
Of life
Please
Tread softly on the Earth

There is a vacancy in my heart
That calls to be filled
By someone who knows
Life’s meaning

Looking at
The canvas I wonder
What will come
From the inner recesses of my mind
And how the paint will meld
In a formation of continuing
Freedom of thought
I ponder and hesitate
Before making the first overture
Of a new beginning
For every canvas
Expresses who I am
And what I have lived
And where I want to go
In my life
And I reach forward
Brush in hand
Paint at the tip
Ready to begin anew

Today I wrote of good and bad
The shadow of the other
Both needed to make our lives work
For sister and for brother
Without dark we can’t have light
For one compliments the other
Although I find dark hard to swallow
I’d rather have no other
For light shines brighter with dark behind
To make it’s glow more pure
For when dark thoughts come to our mind
The light will be our cure
So hold on tight to your life’s journey
As you sway from left to right
For life is like a game of sorts
As we move from dark to light
Inside we have capacity
To hold on to them both
As we move on our journey
To consciousness of growth
And soon our wisdom place we’ll find
And understand it all
That we have come from far and wide
In humility we stand tall

My poems are like the falling dew
They come right down and stick to you
They speak of things I might have done
Or learnt, understand as story's spun
Poems speak to me right from the heart
The soul reaches out and plays its part
Words spin ‘round and then they stay
It’s like a child’s daily play
Poems speak of love they speak of hate
They warn us now not to be late
I dance around the words so much
Trying to understand the world as such
So poems give me the chance to spin a yarn
And expose myself without a  ****
So write I will ‘till day is done
The words of the poem will be finespun

There was a man from Quebec
who liked to stand out on his deck
he said 'merde, tabernac'
scratched his ***** and his back
that wonderful man from Quebec

I am
But a simple minded
Persona
Created with ease
By others
And then I wonder
Who
I truly
Am

I seem to be
At a loss for words
Don’t know
Where they’re hidden
And want to
Get them back

Perhaps
They’re just on vacation
Or taking a nap
Wherever
I need them back
In order
To  write
Some Poetry

Sometimes anger distorts my vision and creates a sense of being lost and alone
The eruptions of the volcano colours all that I see
And I am no longer in control
Of that which I never was really in control of
I can’t continue
I can’t understand
I can’t see straight
And
I
HOWL
And then
All comes back to reality
And all reason returns
To its right place
And
I think I am again
In control
Until
The next time