Category: spirituality

Poem A Day Challenge: Day 3

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late at night
my thoughts run like wild beasts
they come and go as they please
without a thought for my well being

the only thing that quiets my wild thoughts
are writing them down like a mad man
beating on my computer keys,
like Kerouac pounding away at his type writer

i am no legend like kerouac,
but i too have insomnia from time to time
expect mine aren’t drug induced

a clear mind, a bit sleepy, but clean
all i need is poetry to get me high on life

Poem A Day Challenge: Day 2

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* I am challenging myself to write a poem a day for 30 days, if you’d like to take this challenge with me, just reply or message me, so I can follow you and support you in this endeavor by reading your poems and offering support through comments. Poets Unite!!! 🙂

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grace

i don’t always feel like i am in a state of gift.
sometimes life seemed so fucked up,
i want to throw my hands up.
But other days, it feels like a gift to be alive,
and to be able to face challenges with some sort of ease.

may we all find peace, and freedom from suffering.

poem: love machine

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i wish i could be a love machine
instead i am just a mere human
puttering away at life
full of fear and anxiety
hoping against hope to make it out alive
in this great pandemic

if i was a love machine
than maybe i would write better god damn poetry
maybe i would actually write instead of being paralyzed
but you know what
i am a god damn love machine incased in a human body
my heart beats to love and to grow
my heart beats so I can cry and laugh
and my heart bests so i can write these words of love

Poem: pandemic blues

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i know i am not the only one that feels this way,
but i am done with this pandemic.
i am done being surrounded by death,
i am done being surrounded by loss.

grief is so thick in the air,
and part of me wants to run away.
i want to run into something, anything that
is better than the reality of this pain.

and yet i remain, my practices have taught me
to breathe and sit with my pain.
i settle into my meditation cushion,
and i rage at the
loss of friendships,
loss of jobs, and
loss of possibilities yet to be.

my heart aches and yearns for a reality that
is only in my mind.

i sit with my suffering.

i sit with the loss and
accept that death is part of life,
and yet i rage inside and say
“this shit ain’t normal.”

But what can i do?
i am just a laid off chaplain seeking
purpose.

i got the pandemic blues.
But shit, i ain’t hopeless.
i will bear my suffering,
and walk through it
like a fearless boddhisattva
to embrace life and death
as one.