New poem: "A Line I Cannot Cross"

 

A Line I Cannot Cross

 

There is a line I cannot cross,

but I must cross it to spare myself

the agony of knowing what I know,

the deepest secret revealed to me

in the course of my life`s journey

through this world, all the suffering

crying to be understood for its true

purpose of helping us grow in love

and understanding, a line I must cross

to quell our longing of not knowing

why we suffer as we do in this

wonderful world.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Tuesday, November 19, 2024

New poem: "Their Precious Ego"

 

Their Precious Ego

 

“I fire them, and they write books

about me,” said the former president

of the United States who went on to win

the federal election and become the 47^th

president; but he bruised a lot of egos

in and on his way back to the Oval Office.

Oh, the bruised ego is a dangerous thing,

forever attacking the person who assaulted

their pride and made them feel so small

and irrelevant that they can’t go on living;

but they do, and rather look into their own

soul and see what they refused to see,

they spend the rest of their life spewing

bile on the person who bruised

their precious ego.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Thursday, November 14, 2024