Saturday, May 31, 2025

New poem: "A Simple Proposition"

 A Simple Proposition

 

I have a proposition. I’m not a scientist,

evolutionary biologist, physicist, theologian,

or professional philosopher (called to the Way,

I walked away from academia short of obtaining

my philosophy degree); I’m just a humble poet

residing in a place called Tiny in Georgian Bay,

Ontario, and I enjoin anyone who would like

to catch a glimpse of life’s unfathomable mystery,

a glimpse from the highest possible perspective

known as the Divine Plan of God that my muse

worked out for me through the many books I

was called to write while pursuing a living doing

contract painting and drywall taping; but had I

not experienced what I did to connect the dots

of the Divine Plan of God, I would never have

solved the riddle of life. Simple truth, or arrogant

presumption; what does it matter to the curiously

minded? I propose suspending your belief system,

whether secular or religious, and entertain a simple

proposition that there is nothing but the self and God,

and that the whole evolutionary process of life on

planet Earth was designed by God to realize the Self

of God by allowing the embryonic souls of God’s

atoms to grow and evolve a new “I” of God through

the recurring cycles of life and death until the new

“I” of God is ready to return back to God where

we all came from without an “I” of our own;

that’s why Jesus, who showed us the Way,

could say, “I and the Father are One?”

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Thursday, May 22, 2025

Saturday, May 24, 2025

 

The Glorious NOW

 

We have moments in our life that live

on forever, and moments that slip

into the sinkhole of lost time never to

be remembered; but we don’t know which

moments go on to live forever, and

which expire the day after. Sitting on

my front deck yesterday afternoon resting

my eyes after several hours of reading

my papers—the Star and National Post,

just to stay abreast of the news with

good old-fashioned journalism and editorials

(Conrad Black, my favorite; and a purblind

Trump denier whose column I read just

for entertainment), when for no apparent

reason I became aware of such a peaceful

stillness in the air that it awakened me

to the divine mystery of the moment,

and I sat back in my chair and joyfully

revelled in the eternal moment

of the glorious NOW.  

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Sunday, May 18, 2025

 

 

Saturday, May 17, 2025

New poem" "Mooning God"

 

Mooning God

 

As I lay on the couch in the sunroom

his morning waiting for the coffee maker

to drip fresh coffee into the pot, an image

appeared in my mind’s eye as I reflected

on how comfortably ensconced the Woke

Dragon had become in the beleaguered soul

of the American people before St. Michael

sent a fearless Warrior of Common Sense

to drive a stake through the Dragon’s heart

and set the American people free, an image

of the woke mooning God in their contempt

for how they felt they had been mistreated

by a system that gave them every opportunity

to make a good life for themselves. I took

my coffee and went to work on my new poem

that my muse beckoned me to write, because

I could not get that image of mooning

God out of my mind.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Sunday, May 11, 2025

Sunday, May 11, 2025

New poem: "The Well of Lost Wisdom"

 

The Well of Lost Wisdom

 

I drank freely from the well

of lost wisdom, and I became wise

beyond my years; but the world

took me for a fool, and I took

to writing poetry. Now I can share

my wisdom without sharing it, like

Emily Dickinson; and no one is

the wiser for the water of living

life that I keep drinking from

the well of lost wisdom.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Thursday, May 8, 2025

Saturday, May 10, 2025

New poem: "Another Mystery Solved"

 

Another Mystery Solved

 

“It’s a betrayal of their soul,” I said,

on our leisurely Sunday drive in beautiful

Georgian Bay; but the love of my life

did not understand my spontaneous

comment, and I had to explain how my

muse finally worked out my inexplicable

antipathy for certain people: “They’ve

betrayed their own soul,” I repeated;

“that’s why they bother me. They weren’t

born that way, sweetheart; they just

couldn’t resist the urge to be what they

were, and they betrayed their soul to be

what they’re not. Another mystery solved,”

I said, putting the vexing subject to rest

once and for all.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Wednesday, May 7, 2025

Saturday, May 3, 2025

New poem: "Knowledge Seekers"

 

Knowledge Seekers

 

Certainty breeds pomposity,

and pomposity is hard to bear.

Not for the pompous, who are

so certain of their knowledge

they cannot see the affect they

have on knowledge seekers; but

for us. If pomposity is the price

we have to suffer to learn what

we need to know, then let them

be as pompous as they please,

and be grateful. That’s how I felt

about Nietzsche, Sartre, and

Lord Bertrand Russell.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Thursday, May 1, 2025