Monday, May 29, 2023

The Heart of the Heart of the Heart

The heart of the heart of the heart
is a still small flame
It's a magnet, from whence love came
It draws all people unto it
it burns bright; it cannot be spent

The Call of the Firefly





The sun meets the sky



Ghost owls ancient lullaby



Lure the firefly



Rendezvous

*a three line poem with a syllable count of 1-3-1



Meet
Be descreet

Pete





Do you love yourself?
Do you look in the mirror and smile
Do you hold your head up
Kick back once in a while

Do you check the key to your heart
Is it in a safe place?
Open it up sometimes
Inspect the contents, just in case

Don’t run away from yourself!
Your sweetness is earth’s embrace
Cause when you take time to love you first
Everything else will interlace

Beauty in, beauty out
Don’t put the ME on a shelf!
So once again, I have to ask
Do you love yourself?

copyright © 2010 Mari
No Need to be Nervous

Will they like it? Will they criticize it? What if I’m not good enough?

I KNOW the nervousness about putting your work out publicly. But think of it this way: if it's something you KNOW how to do, something you've done for a long time, something you have a deep conviction of doing, then there is no need to be nervous. A wise person once said to me, "You're not nervous to walk are you? You're not nervous to go to the corner store and pick up groceries for tonight's dinner are you? No, because it's something you've done many, many times. You have confidence you will complete these tasks. Confidence in yourself. That's what's needed. It's all right there."

He's right. It's all right there if you just take that leap of faith... in yourself.
The 5th Anniversary of Hurricane Katrina

It's hard to believe it's been 5 years since Hurricane Katrina! That was a sad sad shameful day in US history! I saw on tv that things are coming along but no where near back to normal. God Bless New Oleans and the whole area that was devistated by Hurrican Katrina.

I had already wrote a poem entitled The Great Outpour back in 2004 and later dedicated it to New Orleans after the terrible hurricane.

http://www.prosepower.com/mypoetry/outpour.html

Sunday, April 01, 2018

Sun Flower

Sunflower of our hunter gathering life
embrace us. Grow our crops without strife
Your blessings through the gateway done
will continue to multiply for generations to come.

© 2018 Mari

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Moon

Night’s silvery mystery
Shall never languish
For today in history
She is distinguished
She is sublime
Like a half dollar up close
An anti-typical rhyme
To her, I make a toast

© 2011 Mari

Tuesday, April 07, 2015

Feather Dreams

One day in the park
I looked up and saw a feather
floating, meandering to earth.

I thought to myself
I will catch this feather, it will be mine.

Just when I nearly had it in my grasp,
a strong gust of wind from the north
blew it out of my reach.

I thought to myself
I will catch this feather, it will be mine.

I outran the wind.

Just when I almost had it in my grasp,
a park bench sprung up in front of me
and blocked my path.

I thought to myself
I will catch this feather, it will be mine

I hurdled the bench.

Just when I had it in my grasp,
a faceless branch tripped me and I fell.

Opening my scarred fist,

I thought to myself
I caught this feather, it is mine.

©2000 Mari

Monday, March 09, 2015

The Truth, the Way, the Light = LOVE


The truth, the way and the light all run along the same path.
Whether people want to acknowledge it or not, there is evil and darkness.
And the only way it can be conquered is with love.

Friday, February 06, 2015

I believe


I believe God put different races, nationalities, cultures, etc on this earth to enrich it and for us to learn from and to appreciate one other. It is man who has turned the pureness of something enlightening into an evil conquest of superiority in which to commit genocide and to enslave people. What's probably sickening to God is that over the centuries, they did a lot of this in His name.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

A Beautiful Gem

A beautiful gem was found by the Princess
Purple and blue, it must be priceless
But when she had it appraised
She came out quite dazed
Precious, it was not
What she got
was fee
free

and

lifeless
Sheer bliss
turned to horror
Our lil Princess explorer
must now obliterate the crowd
who cheer her, elated and proud
She shouted loudly and not so regal
"T'was not a gem but a scarab beetle!"




©2014 Mari