Sunday, February 22, 2015

Inspiring Moments 03

Inspiring Moments

Inspiring moments, sending grace,
lifting spirits and warming face.
Connection made, to make you whole,
rays of light to fill your soul.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Valley Bridge at Twilight

Valley Bridge at Twilight

Fishing under Valley Bridge, where I’ll take my son today,
beneath old wooden structure, in shadows our rods will prey.

The dirt road down the canyon, was steep and full of turns,
but that didn’t stop our excitement, or burden thoughts of return.

Our ancient village wonder, monolithic bridge with sturdy frame,
wide arches on either end of it, and Roman middle was its claim.

The aqueduct of Segovia, its brilliance before us stood,
with seventy-two small arches, double stacked and made of wood.

The early morning sun, was just rising over the valley,
it gave the bridge its shadow, with glowing light ray finale.

Whistle sounds a-distant, eerie wind to raise my attention,
turning to my boy, “there’s a story I neglected to mention”.

We sat down near the river, to watch the oncoming train,
our bridge just in the distance, the wood already a strain.

I began to tell the tale, that my father told me before,
passed down to each generation, since our family owned the store.

It began with bridge construction, when horse and buggy ruled the day,
the railroad was being connected, to all the townships without delay.

The owners were in a hurry, seems progress wouldn’t be stopped,
the bridge was to be completed, so they worked around the clock.

The massive engine arrived early, its size did widen eyes,
packed in the cars that followed, a large bank vault, and town supplies.

The railway owner emerged livid, out from his special caboose,
“What’s the delay now conductor?” he moaned like a bullish moose.

“The bridge is not completed, we’ll have to wait a little while”,
spit the tobacco subordinate, to the boss man filled with guile.

“This train’s to move by sundown, it’s all the time you’ve got”,
the heritor slammed his door shut, horses spooked by anger wrought.

The bridge crew were almost finished, when sun set that afternoon,
but the iron track wasn’t ready, as the train left way too soon.

The town gathered at the station, waving flags and cheering on,
then in a jolting instant, the train pulled out and was gone.

The valley drop gave accelerated speed, the workers never saw it coming,
when brakes engaged like screeching nails, the thunder heard was numbing. 

A year had passed in village mourning, bridge completed months before,
seventy two people had died that evening, more than in the great war.

Your great grand dad was there that day, just opened the family store,
he’d saved his money from work camps, and laboured with sledge no more.

It is said that when the sun sets, and angel rays touch the bridge,
you can see their silhouette's and shadows, just there above the ridge.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Forest of Dreams and Consciousness

Forest of Dreams and Consciousness

In forests of dreams and consciousness, the universe does unfold,
along the stairway of knowledge, where stories of truth are told.

Each level a grand finally, each step a secret place,
The road to your awakening, is waiting for your embrace.

It begins with Psilocybin, Entheogen portals and flowers,
Expanding mind and consciousness, deciphering all your powers.

The mind does gently open, your awareness exponential,
woodlands of incitement, to lift your true potential.

Beacons of light await you, sentinels for each stride,
do not be afraid of them, they’re there to be your guide.

Here in the world of wonders, energy unfolds for you,
a universe filled with consciousness, in forests to go through.

Friday, February 13, 2015

Angels Watch Over You

Angels Watch Over You

When you’re feeling low, out of sorts, and a little daunted,
When burdens fill your mind, with thoughts unwanted.
Just remember the day we met, the day I came to you,
Atop the mountain summit, where skies were in a hue.

You asked God in that moment, if you were following his task,
“please show me the face of an angel, a little proof, is all I ask.”
Remember how lost, alone, and disconnected you were feeling,
and then the sudden changes within, that began your healing.

A gust of wind shaped the clouds, sent them in your direction,
Empathic thrusts flowing through, we made our brief connection.
Moments of eternity, embraced, with peace upon your soul,
Reassuring guidance, to help fulfill, your earthly role.

Always look inward, to your heart, and inner being,
It’s radiant light, never changes, its communion always freeing.
In answer to your prayer, we will always come to you,
to reassure and strengthen, your foundations built anew.

Now you know for certain, everything happens for a reason,
Remember well, that proof is found, in the changing seasons.
Time goes on, as you connect inside, and meet so many others,
Embrace all beings empathically, treat them as sisters and brothers.

Life is short in earthly worlds, but the spirit goes on through,
Keep your fire burning, and remember, Angels watch over you.

A moment of truth told through a poem. The experience happened to me in 2007 during my spiritual awakening. The photo is a reminder of that day and serves as my personal testament.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Midnight Dreams

Midnight Dreams

The tree swing moved in silence, with graceful thrusts in air,
Victorian gown was swaying, on the young lady sitting there.

The summer night was dreamy, with the moon hidden by clouds,
Shimmering on the forest lake, were reflections of satin shrouds.

The air was filled with lyric, in earthly poetic psalm,
an atmosphere inviting, tranquil, serene and calm.

There at the edge of the timber, shadows passed into the light,
moving towards the shaman queen, this solstice evening night.

Gathered on a gentle breeze, empathy touched their spirit,
impressions from a conscious mind, assuring not to fear it.

Tonight begins the healing, by a mothers prayer in song,
impassioned melody of guidance, and call to do no wrong.

Her voice was very gentle, carried on heartbeats breath,
with chakra modulations, so subtle and full of depth.

Light of thought in brilliance, before my eyes in sleep,
a vision of twilight's awakening, and gift for me to keep.

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Our Little Miracle

Our Little Miracle

Spring arrived early that year, in our little village of Rome,
as migration came much sooner, and livened up our home,
Life worked out a miracle, after the doctors we did phone,
and our family tree grew bigger, the couple no longer alone.

Just out back in our garden, where the family oak tree stood,
was a wicker basket carriage, with a white frilly hood.
There inside smiling, was our pride, and next generation,
our newborn baby girl, who would inherit our plantation.

My wife and I stood there, our arms around each other,
Smiling at our little one, who looked just like her mother.
If only dad were still with us, your mum, and father too,
We could take a family picture, when the flowers were in bloom.

The morning mist was lifting, as the birds were in full song,
they gathered in the trees above as more birds joined along.
Then landing on the carriage sides, two sparrows began to play,
their chirping brought more laughter, and chased the morning grey.

The clouds dissolved and parted, as the sun shone down its rays,
and there above the carriage, was a glow that seemed to stay.
Our little girl was looking up, something made her smile,
as if someone were standing there, talking to her a while.

I grabbed my little camera, took a picture of the beautiful sight,
I swear we saw three figures, winged, and filled with light.
And just as quick they vanished, as the clouds returned the shade,
But deep inside, my wife and I, knew who came that day.

Thursday, February 5, 2015



The last sun of summer, descends uneasy skies,
melting into the mountain valley and beyond,
leaving a crimson nebulous shroud and promise of return.
All the while a warm breeze washes over me, embracing my soul,
swirling within, engaging old reflections,
I can't help but recall friends and family, no longer here.

Faded smiles from the past come to life,
to fill my thoughts with happiness and melancholy,
playing silently, like old black and white films,
guarded within the castles of my mind,
where these treasured memories are still alive,
bathed in empathy and protected where time never ends.

Autumn has arrived, and in brilliant colour,
trees rain their creative souls upon the ground,
a mosaic of splendour and abundance,
freely given as an offering to the ground below,
benediction and thanks for granting substance and life,
but leaving its soul exposed to the elements.

A dusting of thoughts engage magnificence
where conscious smiles forever shining gaze,
We once painted infinity with laughter and song,
a montage of energy in the celebration of being.
Heard and recorded by time and moments made,
to play here, in the valleys of radiant memory.

As with foliage, the sun falls and sets on autumn skies,
winter arrives, cold with life’s sacrifice,
when tree’s nod off to sleep on seasons ending,
natures guardians stand firm and strong to the elements,
defiant, proud and upright with deep roots to life,
they vow to reawaken with springs rebirth.

I nod my agreement with noble promise well made,
and leave my covenant with memories rejuvenated,
to return back to times before, gladly affirmed,
when the last sun goes down on the winter’s eve of my life.
We will again meet in those castle moments,
to repaint valley skies with spirit and essence, together once again.


This Poem was inspired by a very moving composition by artist and composer John Sokoloff called “Valleys”

John Sokoloff – Official Website
John Sokoloff - YouTube
John Sokoloff  - World United Music

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Estuary of Life

Estuary of Life

Mist swells in perfect reflection on estuary's mirror,
held in place by the chill of the air.

Dawn peaks on the horizon,
its rays held back by rising fog.
Thrilled sounds of the geese are heard making ready,
as they offer their prayers to god above.
Echoes from the forest join their hymn,
as all make ready to greet a nebulous morning sky.

Excitement builds to hushed thunder,
by the beat of ten thousand wings,
in reply to the silence,
and a new song lifts into the air.

Hearts racing, beating faster in joy and jubilation,
they carry my spirit in tow,
raising me up with them in celebration of life,
a oneness with the universe,

and the river of life goes ever on.


Music brings image and emotion together in ones mind and as I reflect on the brilliant piece of music by Dirk Maasson “The River” I’m reminded of the Estuary of Life and the magic nature holds.

Dirk Maassen - River

Dirk Maassen – Official Website
Dirk Maassen - Bandcamp

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Vision of Beauty

Adolphe √Čtienne Piot (1850-1910), Femme dans un manteau (1871),
Oil on canvas, 40 x 52 cm. Via Sotheby’s.

Vision of Beauty

A vision of beauty imprisons me,
I'm overwhelmed by an empathic soul.
I must move in for a closer look,
this viewing that makes me whole.

And there my gaze unfurls,
at the painting on the wall.
Impressions of a lonely girl
Hooded with a shawl.

A smile content with ruby lips,
eyes serene and open.
With hands in clasp, thoughts do slip,
her heart no longer broken.

Compassionate feelings plain in view,
expressed by her caring thoughts.
Imprints on my mind a new,
no longer am I fraught.

Happiness abounds unfolding,
from eyes without despair.
A vision so bright and beholding,
this girl before me in prayer.

Portrait of Immortal Vision,
so misty eyed and clear of mind.
The artist captured your decision,
and the inner peace that you did find.

I must come back to have a look,
at the lonely girl on the wall,
Her tender smile fills my book,
when I visit the museum hall.

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Be Aware and Forewarned

Be Aware and Forewarned

Days of dark insanity, brings the world calamity,
Unleashed now are the demons of the Kell.
They destroy our peace, as our freedoms cease,
Greed and violence turn the Earth to hell.

Strong armed at protests, they beat the nation down,
Freedom of the people, crushed into the ground.

Military might is ferocious, their malcontent is atrocious
Sick violence unleashed upon the World,
Placed on foreign lands, acts of evil hands,
And a new war is then unfurled.

Deceiving Politicians, commanding sinful blame,
Excused by hidden interests, who control the entire game.

Society’s been extracted, held captive and distracted,
TV cites their schools of mind and thought,
Programs entice eruption, they hide all the corruption,
Misguided fools so cheaply they are bought.

Mankind was once mighty, in knowledge did it bask,
the proof’s in ancient history, in the ruins of their task.

Seek for truth as guidance, be resolute in stridence,
Your common sense will serve and not fail,
Question all the lies, pay attention to the ties,
Be confident, determined and not for sale.

Trust your inner wisdom, unity is our fate,
The Answers are inside you, the choice is yours to make.

*Form: Tri-Quatrain/Couplet

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Shoe Shocked

Shoe Shocked

Sun shining bright, what a beautiful day,
perfect weather for a stroll by the bay.

I pick up my shoes, and pick up my socks,
then gasp in horror, I’m in complete shock.

My right shoe wounded, has two holes on one side,
“I can’t be seen in these, I have my pride!”

I look at the boot rack, old dusty runners there,
with their heals lop sided, a rip and a tear.

I’ll try to look casual as I go shopping for shoes,
My two holed loafers, will have to do.

I arrive at the store, to a frenzy and sale,
the showroom’s crowded, I cannot fail.

I’ll have to hurry and get to the racks,
before they’re all gone, they’re not charging the tax.

There’s so many shoes, that I do not like,
the worst were the blues and yellows with pink stripes.

I found ones I like, but they’re not in my size,
Black loafers, cushioned soles, laces and ties.

I search the rack from top to bottom,
but where my size should be, they haven’t got-em.

Looking down, I’m not happy,
the holes now bigger, my shoes look crappy.

I swallow my pride, and asked for assistance,
bowing my head, to my vanity’s insistence.

The salesperson smiles, and asks what I need,
I point to the rack, where my shoes should be.

“I’m sorry sir, we’re all out of stock,”
“Let me check the back, and take a gawk.”

But there below stores counter, are the shoes in my size,
The sales clerk smiles, “You’ve got good eyes.”

I try one on, my elation discrete,
the shoe fits perfect, I’m now complete.

I pay for the shoes, and make for the door,
Thank the salesman and leave the store.

Arriving home, content with my day,
I plan for my walk, down near the bay.

I take out new loafers, gosh they look neat,
but the shoes that I bought, have two left feet.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

If I Had Wings

If I Had Wings

Standing in my expensive flat,
empty is my kitchen VAT.
Landlord bills I cannot pay,
those that knock I hush away.

Breath is visible, nose is froze,
numb and cold are my toes.
Power flickers, the extension ends,
No ones left, that I call friends.

Watching from my window above,
Policemen giving homeless a shove.
Gathered around a barrel of fire,
Hobo faces looking dire.

Fluttering wings catch my eyes,
attention gathers in the skies.
Starlings flock and dance on air,
Never needing hope or prayer.

Lucky are the birds I see,
who come and go as they please.
Nature’s garden, berry and seed,
even winter gives them feed.

Oh how happy the birds do seem,
huddled around that chimney’s beam.
No taxes nor rent or debt to pay,
they are free to roam the Earth today.

Here inside my mind goes blank,
the birds don’t seem to need a bank.
If only I had wings on me,
I too then, could be free.

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