Tag: Poetry 2013

  • December Dreary and then the Sun; a Poem

    Gray, dreary, December’s light wearies – of shining and so it goes, our emotional temperament slows. And we grind to a halt, in the seed of our Souls – our swollen pride goes, receding into the desolate night of winter. A grin turns to stone. Faces made of bone. Cold. Alone. Undone. No fun. No sun, well little. And we belittle ourselves for the depths of our faults. We are barren. We grope in the semi-darkness and chill. There is no thrill. We, who we are, are unto ourselves. Waiting for merry elves that come not on the 24th but sometime in February when warmth peeks and our emotion speaks of spring. Yet, now we sit where it is dim. Some in joy; some will enjoy. Others will suffer an aloneness of the frigid kind, while many in mankind rejoice and have hope. Glee for some. A sense of despair and doom for others. Life’s unrepentant, inequitable cycle continues. And we work to draw ourselves from a desolate hole, to get whole, to begin again, but when? When?

  • Down to the Essentials

    If you want to increase the efficacy of your business or other projects, focus on the essentials. It is amazing how many times we get carried away spending our time, energy and precious resources on things that do not really help us develop a more profitable endeavor. And, yet, if we focused more on the things that were essential, we would have more to show for our efforts. Frankly, it is easy to understand why we deviate from focusing on the essentials. Basics can get boring. Yet unnecessary variety is not a prescription for business success. A quote from legendary martial artist Bruce Lee comes to mind, “I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times.”

  • Tech Rant Number Nine, a Poem

    Garnished, flourished and essentially nourished. A walk in the park till long after dark, while the sun shines bright in the long lasting night. Scandinavia, or maybe virtual reality crafted by an untraveled game creator. Could be for me, or a dream of an unseen scene, from which I must wean myself and reenter reality and that is the goal, while I am not too old. Reality, something to see, from the mountain tops to the deep blue sea, you see? Or you don’t or you won’t or you couldn’t or you can’t; the answers not scant when you make excuses for others or yourself. Are you daft? Because I am! And that is not a scam or a sham or some type of flimflam. Reason being, I am seeing things others do not see. So they say I have lost my marbles, as if I had any when the game started.

  • Dread, Fright and the Soul’s Might; a Poem

    Comes a time that’s filled with dread, rising from my slumbering bed, cast out in a world of buying, my soul’s on fire and I’m wondering why and – first came a basic motorcar – to go real close, to travel far, and then it changed into a symbol, a calling card, a golden thimble – to sew our way out in the world, to show what’s sown and get the girl… I lay awake throughout the night, I shrug off existential fright, I would prefer that I’m not dying, of that fact there’s certainly no denying.

  • For Me to Be; a Poem

    Keenly gazing, stars a blazing, into the deep we go. Fraught with peril, while we wonder why it’s an endless show. Our brief encounter with our soul’s light, could brighten the path we tread. Yet as we live, we act as if dead and change is what we dread. Life is squandered, when we stagnate, and turn from the appointed cause. We shuffle and stop, and are ready to drop, when we focus on the internal source. We’d like to shift blame, it is the same game, the thing that we frequently do. To shirk from accepting the responsibility, for refusing our own ability, to impel our own daring do.

  • Painting, Paint, Colors

    The Only Failure; a Poem

    Remember this day; what came before. How you walked through time’s one way door. And chose a direction for success you hoped. If it did not work out, now don’t sit and mope.