When Jesus talks, I listen to his words,
Which always, make me think,
Usually when I’m alone, they can arrive,
At any moment, as quick as an eye wink.
Not answers, to make the world perfect,
God gave us that gift years ago, humans,
Are not the best caretaker’s, perfect, is not,
The choice word for many, just look behold.
When Jesus was born, from the shining of a bright star,
Kings arrived, on camels with gifts, even gold, they believed!
Why was evil permitted to take over, to deceive, today,
Not much sharing, those with wealth use it to control,
Always talk of wars, more ways to ****, from evil minds,
God could dismiss those, and their dangerous toys,
At any moment in time.

The Original: Tom Maxwell © 2/7/2025 A.D.

From an infant to a child, growing into an adult,
Then working every day, planning for retirement,
Never thinking, it could be one of the hardest parts,
You act out, in this life, as you know it today.
Even if you financially planned, your home, bills are paid,
Changes in society, the loss of family members,
All of mine have passed, along with, many special friends,
That were close, and others who migrated another way.
Often for a smile, you think of memories, of lost past days,
Scanning records, you cherish, stored, in your hippocampus,
In your brains temporal lobe, it would now take twenty four hours,
To just arrange and plan, what you use to accomplish, in one day,
Reminiscing, of old cars, clothes, events, or that special game,
Now realizing, they were pieces, of your puzzle, to where you are today.
Next time you look in a mirror, those lines on your face, you earned,
From tough decisions, to the memories of enjoyment, from days & nights,
When you just could not stop grinning, ear, to ear. Changes to control,
Many man made distractions, in life today, most modern day children,
Could not think of following, the footsteps, you traveled in past days.
For those you love, and those who do you, food for you soul, the part,
Of you, that will survive. Old and young souls around you every day,
There is no way to separate them by age. Born philosopher’s & prophets,
Are still among us, delivering messages, you have many directors as you,
Act out your part, in this life, on planet Earth, which is your stage.
                                                                                                                        The original: Tom Maxwell © 03/27/2025 AD

Thinking away,
Sorting thoughts, in my mind,
In and out they travel,
Always searching, for knowledge to learn and  find.
Some answers come fast,
Like our dreams, others can take, more time,
This life was not suppose, to be perfect,
Keep your eyes open, lean towards positive signs.
There are many false prophets,
Around us, trying to control, our spiritual journey today,
It’s sad, people compare material things,
Never knowing their spirit and Soul, they carry for guidance, every day,
Always, expect changes, many have special reasons,
Sometimes they change, like the seasons,
Concentrate on the future,
Forget the past days, be positive with your attitude,
As you travel, on your way,
Enjoy and learn, in this life,
It’s such a short stay.

                                 The Original: Tom Maxwell ©   03/01/2025 AD

The snow  has covered the ground, for the past,
Four or five days, the air temperature outside,
Staying around twenty degrees, the beautiful,
White covering, will be around, another day.
Looking out my window, across Maxwell’s creek,
I can see, through the leafless trees, a deer,
Roaming around, in Schooley’s woods, with the white,
Background, a wonderful sight to see. The squirrels,
Leave their nest, racing down the bark, of the tall trees,
Amazing, with the snow covered ground, they have a,
Way of knowing, where they buried, nuts, for their winter feed.
In my view, no buildings, utility poles, or people do my eyes see,
Just beautiful, mother nature, staring at me.


                                     The original: Tom maxwell  © 1/14/2023 A.D.

Setting at the desk, looking out my window,
It’s a cold, winter day, the sun’s rays are being blocked,
By a solid wall of white clouds, floating over my head today.
Some of the snow is melting, into water, the pure white beauty,
Now memories, in Maxwell’s Creek, floating away.

As I stare across, Schaubert’s Bridge, I can see a bare area,
On the southern edge of, Schooley’s Woods, where,
Many birds, are searching for worms, in the ground today,
The squirrels, scampering to the nuts, they buried,
How do they remember where they, planted them,
In those late, fall days?

Everything, is so peaceful, when joined to together,
Creates a picturesque site to see,
So much beauty, remember, God created everything,
Including, all of the living creatures, to come to life, and be.

                                          The original Tom Maxwell  © 1/18/2025 A. D.