The posings of a poet.

Tightrope Philosophy

There once was a man who feared not heights but falling

So what did he take up as his life’s calling?
Walking the high wire in the big top, you see
He had to face fear in his way to be free
The first rule he learned was not to look down
The second was smile when you’d rather frown
These rules would grow into how he viewed
How to live life with meaning imbued
Each person you meet may not walk your way
Whether by birth or because they had a bad day
The rule of not looking down here applies
Meet each person with respect and look in their eyes
Perhaps you are offered an opportunity or gift
That is less than you’re used to and your thoughts drift
Toward what is unkind, ungrateful or rude
Do not look down and their kindness exclude
In living these out sometimes he found
That sadness did grow, increase and abound
Not in what was less in what others would do
But in himself for judging what was untrue
But the fact that he saw it brought into view
The need to practice rule number two
Self disappointment or life’s pain and stress
Could change your face by means of duress
Unless on a day when way up in the air
Questioning the choices that brought you there
You have to learn to smile when you must
Not just when you wish to, though it seems unjust
Often others have struggles and need to know
They’re not alone and the best way to show
Is to smile as you struggle but be honest too
Face life and yourself with an attitude you
Could look back upon and later be proud
That by no problem was your joy ever cowed
Smile on through the storms and walk tall and proud
Your tightrope is life, take a bow for the crowd


Once upon a time
Seems good to start a rhyme
Throw in a damsel and knight
And it may come out all right
If the formula’s followed thus
It may become boring for us
So I have a change to propose
To differ from all of those
For our knight is the one in distress
The damsel his saving mistress
He rides in with words in a hurry
Embroils himself with some fury
She boldly jumps in
Goes to rescuing him
From himself and the cause of his worry
So our heroine is the one shining
And knight is often found pining
For his hero to appear
Or just to be near
For she is his purpose defining

All the Feels

When it feels like
You’ve lost
It’s because you’ve
Likely won
When you feel there’s
Only darkness
It’s because you’ve
Known the sun
If it feels like you’ve
Wandered from the way
It’s because sometimes
A heart will stray
If you feel truth is
Too often hidden
It’s because you’ve seen
It flow unbidden
If it feels like time
Won’t let Love win
It’s because you’ve been
Scarred but loved again
If it feels these feelings
Are too much
It’s because they are
As such
If it feels that feelings
Are not enough
It’s because you’re made
Of stronger stuff
If feelings feel often
Less than real
It’s because you are free
To begin to heal

Epiphany Lights

Have you ever been caught at a changing light
When the moment, the music and timing are right
And it’s as if you can see all the world at a glance
And the outcome of every opportunity or chance
It all seems so clear for a moment or two
But then you rush off because a horn blew
Life used to have moments where one could just pause
But that was back when we allowed for faux paus
Now we’ve constructed from an unconscious need
A device that requires we lessen our speed
And sit for a time and mayhaps have a thought
That not all happiness can be bundled, purchased or caught But must at times be observed and allowed to move on Enjoyed and digested before it is gone
So next time you’re tempted to honk when it’s green
Wait one more minute as they take in the unseen
For when their world is clearer yours will be too
Pause for my epiphany light and I will for you

The Prosperity of Problems

If the ground did not conspire to keep the seed within

The flower could not support itself nor the leaves begin

If the water did not resist the fish as it swam along
The creature could not draw a breath nor exist for long
If the path did not push against the bottoms of your feet
Then you could not advance nor make needed retreat
If the air did not assail the bird, attempting to change its course
Then flight would be impossible and not inspiration’s source
If friction did not check each flint and therefore cause a spark
Then fire never would have been and we’d be in the dark
If wisdom itself did not elude those who did not truly seek
Then fools would prove that knowing was just enough to speak
If love did not duel within each and every soul
Then finding it and knowing it would cease to make us whole
If you cannot begin within these words a truth to see
Then you my friend will be unlike to prosper from adversity


From the very center of life’s cove
I swam out and down I dove
And there beheld a dreamlike grove
That glistened, shone, flowed and hove
I realized, just then, by Jove
That beauty dwells wher’er we rove
Since that time I ever strove
To seek and divulge each such trove
For they surround us drove by drove
And since creation our souls throve
On dissecting clove by clove

The beauty within that life wove

Clothes Pets

As a young lad I once was asked
Why I had not finished the math I was tasked
The question was accompanied by a rhetorical jibe
And insects in my clothing they begun to describe
So I answered as any good child should
In the affirmative as my imagination could

“Ants in my pants? Why yes, yes indeed.
But the gnu in my shoe is an interesting breed.
And other than that there’s a bat in my hat.
I’m not sure what to do, I’m just glad it’s no rat.
There’s some pest in my vest that’s squirming so,
I think the fox in my socks brought it in, don’t you know.
I won’t mention the bear in my…well you know…
But without them there I’d be bare too, so it goes.
My shirt? In my shirt there’s a squirt, from…octopi
Don’t get too close or you’ll get ink in your eye.
Then there’s the goat in my coat, but then he
Is out there on the hook  just waiting for me.
So you see the ants aren’t all to my squirms.
I’m just on great big can of worms!”

This is where I…

This is where I leave you, since it is far from where you were found
This is where I found you, though it is not where you are bound
This is where I brought you, and where you led me too
This is where I followed you, and by it we both grew

This is where I taught you, more in deed than word
This is where I spoke you, between the voice and what is heard
This is where I raised you, from unknowing and from doubt
This is where I believed you, the you that I would tout

This is where I loved you, in my need as in yours
This is where I fulfilled you, and you opened all my doors

This is where I imagine you, reading and breathing each phrase
This is where I leave you…


For Micah
Poems are a form of prayer
I hope that they can reach you there
I write and write and feel relief
Though the feeling is passing brief
I would join you where you are
I know you’re near but it feels so far
They say a loss leaves a phantom pain
Does the sky hurt at the falling of the rain
I know I hurt at the falling of a tear
God how I wish you were here
If you hear this or over my shoulder read
Know that I’ll ever love you in word and deed
Someday I’ll join you and know you more
Until then that’s what my writing’s for
A prayer for you to know me by
A loving hello to replace a tearful goodbye
A release of what has passed this year
A call to remind you that you are dear
A piece of me I give to you
All to say that I love you

Sandman’s Companion

Hello there, I see you’re back
   Yes, though really I never left
Ah, so you were just waiting to attack?
   That is a realization most deft
Why is it you haunt me so?
   Why can’t you see you’re to blame?
Why follow me most everywhere I go?
   Why won’t you just say my name?
I’d call you friend, as I see,
You remind me what is needed
   It is the reason I came to be
   Though my advice is rarely heeded
But then it seems we often battle
So I can face my day
   Go ahead believe your prattle
    You’ll still follow in my way
But I have this and that to do
   I know you’re very busy
I have not planned this time for you
   But you’re looking a bit dizzy
Fine, just leave me be and I will…
   What? Rest a little later?
Yes, if that will pay the bill
    Perhaps, but I’ll be greater
Why is it you must hound me so
   Why won’t you just relent?
Tiredness, you must really go
    I will, when to bed you’re sent

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