Love: A Double Diamond Dreamer

A double diamond dreamer, one who finds
The wondrous heights of joy, a path that winds,
Beyond mere realm of hope's reality,
Surpassing any simple fantasy.

A double diamond dreamer stands inspired,
With hopes and dreams beyond the faint or tired,
With knowing far beyond that of man's will;
With comfort from our God, who says, "Be still."

A double diamond dreamer sees those dreams
As if accomplished, even though it seems
The dreams are still not a reality
In terms of something that can ever be.

A double diamond dreamer takes a thought
And places it where dreamers really ought,
In other words, beyond the realm of man,
And sees it as a part of God's true plan.

The double diamond dreamer sets a goal,
In spite of seeing part and not the whole,
And builds upon that double dream each day,
Instead of simply dreaming it away.

A double diamond dreamer dreams of love,
And knows that God can work from up above,
To make a single dream, a double dream,
A double portion promised, is His scheme.

God gives His own a double portion.

Thoughts: Wee Laddie

The wee laddie marched on as he played.
Stalwart did he seem; to watch, I stayed.
The bagpipes were piping loud and clear.
Crowds began to gather close to hear.

His kilt swayed so gently in the breeze.
Ev'ry song he played, the crowd did please.
I thought as I saw him standing tall,
Surely love inspired him, was his call.

The wee laddie played and marched along,
Round and round his stage with ev'ry song.
Now and then someone would wipe a tear,
As his music roused a mem'ry dear.

The melodies, yes, one that I heard,
Resounding as sweetly as a bird,
Showed me the wee laddie in each man,
Softly playing bagpipes in God's plan.

In each man, there is still a wee laddie. 

Unspoken Thoughts: First, I'm Going to Build a Mountain

First, I'm going to find a mountain
And I'll buy it for a song,
Then I'll chisel out a fountain
And I know it won't take long.
When I get the water flowing
And it will in my own time,
I will turn it to a pipeline,
Not a bucket of mere rhyme.
Soon it will be overflowing;
Others too, in pools will bathe,
Or they'll walk the streets of gold built
From the nuggets they all save
And they'll be such special nuggets,
Gems of truth exposed in deed,
Everyone of them is planted;
Each in turn will bear new seed.
Build a dream, yes, build a mountain,
Reaching ever to the sky
Where the birds fly or the sunbeams;
You can reach eternal high.

Unspoken thoughts can lead to reality’s action.

Gifts: There is a Gift That You May Give

There is a gift that you may give;
It's deep within your soul.
It is the one thing all man needs
In order to be whole.

It springs from love within your heart.
You feel it deep inside.
Compassion is that special gift;
In you, it does abide.

The race of man cries in his pain;
Each one can hear the cry.
In answer to his humble plea,
Please open wide your eye

And see his need, that deepest need,
For which his heart still seeks.
When you allow your soul to move,
Then your compassion speaks.

Compassion is that unique gift
That you'll need someday too.
So share your gift, as now you give,
And some may share with you.

You can give the the gift of compassion.

In God's Hands: There's a Bluebird

There's a bluebird,
A pretty bluebird,
On the window of my heart.

There's a rainbow,
A double rainbow,
Where I stop and God does start.

There are good times
And very blessed times,
In the future that I see.

There are great gifts,
Yes, wondrous new gifts, 
In God's promises to me.

Claim God’s promise as fulfilled.

War: The First Lady

Waikiki's first lady, this grand hotel
On O'ahu Island, weaves its own spell.
'Moana', it stands on volcanic shore.
Tourists and limosines come by the score.

Tropical flowers with palms waving high,
All bid 'aloha' as waves roll on by.
Surf riding tradition, monarch's delight;
Gath'ring of people while surf's at its height.

Tall pillars standing while breeze way floors slant;
Palatial grandeur, but somehow one can't
Justify windows that stand at half mast.
Soft mournful breezes; war's shadow still cast.

Artist's portrayal with unspoken sound;
Architect's splendor, myst'ry all around.
Victorian elegance holding sway;
Verandah, spindles, grand piano play.

A banyan tree terrace, shaded white beach;
Extinction of monarchy. Branches reach
Far back in history, ancient folk lore;
Hawaiian mem'ries erupting once more.

In honor of the 100th birthday of the Sheraton 'Moana' Surfrider Hotel, Waikiki Beach, O'ahu (1901-2001). It reflects the World War 11 tragedy, at Pearl Harbor.

On Love: What Kind of Love is This?

What kind of love is this
That bids us stand like art,
When coupled in a tie so dear
That none can tear apart?

If love is e'er so wise,
Then is that love to see
Us ever bound in fear or death,
Or locked in tragedy?

When love would have us stay,
Why does life bid us go,
As if to say it rules the world
And ne'er will kindness show?

We know that love will win.
Life, only at its best,
Is what we want and what we need
And life perhaps a test.

Thus, life will e'er move on
And closer, we will grow,
Proclaiming love as life supreme,
Thus letting true life show.

There is love and then there is true love.

Taking a Stand: Walk in the Light

Walk in the light of truth and of deed.

Walk as a leader, planting His seed.

Walk in the joy of purest desire.

Holiest passion, to that, aspire.

Walk in the peace that only God gives,

Telling of Jesus, that He still lives.

Walk in the grace of His presence here,

Knowing each moment, freedom from fear.

Walk in His Love while doing His will.

Work for His pleasure, your life to fill.

Take a stand in the light.

Our Memory in Time: When Weighed Upon the Scales of Time

When weighed upon the scales of time,
Will it be some eternal rhyme,
Or will it be that final word,
A sound of laughter some have heard
That made the world a better place,
A joy to all the human race?
When sifting through the sands of time
Will there be found a nickel, dime,
A dollar, ten, a hundred more
That really evens out the score,
Or will there be better way
For battles settled on that day?
When gazing at the fruit of time,
Will it be some pure lemon, lime,
Some apple, pear or plum so sweet,
That brings ovation to its feet,
Or will it be that gift of love
As rendered to our God above
And shared on earth with fellow man,
As only one small child e'er can?

Love will be remembered in time.

A New Year: A New, Global Tabula Rasa - 2009 AD

2009 AD,
A new global tabula rasa,
Still a clean slate;
No offences against humankind yet.
Love, still in absolute perfection for the coming year,
Bearing no ill will against man;
All of the sins of the previous years,
Forgotten, forgiven;
All that is negative in the past, erased;
Who will write upon the tabula rasa first?
What will he or she write?
Will it be life or death-oriented?
Only history will record this tale of time,
Its truth;
What carries over from one year to the next,
One decade to the next,
One generation to the next,
One century to the next?
Each one begins with a clean slate.
Not one ever ends with a clean slate.
Each one filled with sin upon sin,
Self at the center,
Disaster upon disaster;
Unspoken evil,
Forever a prey on humanity's horizon;
Folly upon folly,
War upon war,
Injustice upon injustice;
Where is the good, the just, the righteous man?
Where is love?
Let love be glorified, magnified,
Realized by all of humankind,
In the New Year, 2009 AD.
Let love keep the slate clean
That humankind might thrive
And prosper!
Global economic meltdown,
Threats of global warming,
Pending global disasters,
Say "No!" to all of those.
A fresh global tabula rasa instead,
As a clean slate
Never to be stained by human errors,
Not one negative frame of reference ever again;
An ideal to be striven for by all of humankind;
Your tabula rasa perfected;
My tabula rasa perfected;
Love, the epitome of perfection;
The final word,
The only word,
Love.

Each year starts with a clean slate.

Acrostics About Love: Happy New Year

H - Hey there world!

A - As the year begins,

P - Pray for all of those around you.

P - Pray for the entire world.

Y - Yes, that is important,

N - Not something that should be ignored

E - Even if you are busy.

W - When you pray for others,

Y- Yes, anyone, anywhere,

E - Even those who you do not know,

A - An answer of some kind will come.

R - Rest assured, God loves you.

You are loved.

Valentine's Day: It's Valentine's Day

See the love and hear the laughter?

Muffled sounds and silly giggles

Resounding from behind a closed door;

Happy children's voices!

A still-winter day;

More chilly weather pending,

Another month of sudden, snowstorms,

Slippery slopes to slide,

New icy paths and trails to explore;

The quiet realm of winter wonder

Ever clothed in white mystery

For all to see.

Ski jackets hanging on a doorknob,

Warm, woolen sweaters tossed on a chair,

Red and white striped socks,

Long, soft scarves unknotted,

Bright, red mittens on strings;

Snow boots;

Retire those skates?

Is it too soon?

Love this weather!

Brilliant sun rays bouncing

Politely over obliging snow banks

Piled high with snow;

Brilliant rays of warm, winter sun

Fragmented,

Scattered through the ice;

Slushy snow just beginning

To get serious about melting;

Growing puddles everywhere.

Water trickling from black rooftops

Only one drop at a time;

Icicles stretching out their long legs;

Hot chocolate with tiny, white marshmallows,

Freshly popped popcorn,

Peanut brittle;

Chocolate fudge!

What a wonderful day!

Birds twittering softly,

Flitting in and out of tree branches;

Fragile buds waiting to burst!

Entwining hearts

Becoming one heart

Engraved forever

On an old, oak tree trunk,

Its branches still laden with heavy ice;

Long forgotten?

Perhaps;

Yes, it's February fourteenth again;

More children building snowmen,

Tossing snowballs at one another.

Tall black hats,

Big black buttons,

Peculiar carrot noses;

Each snowman decidedly different;

Not one ready to melt yet.

Children with bright red cheeks

Playing happily, enjoying their day;

Streamers, hearts and balloons,

All saying "I love you!"

In silent ways. 

"Be mine!"

A celebration pending;

Sweet, dark chocolates

In a red, heart-shaped box;

One small, black case,

A single strand of white pearls;

A dozen and one long, red roses,

Softly scented perfume,

With a fragrance divine;

A secret lover,

Still in hiding somewhere;

The giver of a perfect valentine.

The best valentine of all;

Happy smiles on excited children's faces.

Hand-painted valentines

Taped to a kitchen door;

Heart-shaped, oatmeal cookies,

Magically appearing on a red tablecloth;

Freshly baked, not yet iced.

Tantalizingly sweet,

A warm surprise.

One gold ring sitting on a coffee table;

Could it be love eternal?

A Valentine's Day card

Still to be opened;

Two small wine glasses,

Partially filled with sweet, red wine,

There to be sipped by someone special

And someone else;

Cupid's bow perched at an angle

Over the doorway;

His arrow always ready;

Cupid himself

Snuggled in a big red bow;

It must be love!

Nostalgia,

Forever moments to lock away;

To treasure;

Exciting new memories ever emerging;

A new holiday this year;

The first Family Day pending!

Happy Valentine's Day!

Valentine's Day officially becomes Family Day.

Glimmer of Hope: Love Beyond the Rose and the Thorn

"I love.

I love roses.

I love red roses;

I don't love the thorns."

A rambling rose,

The perfect, sweet scented,

Rambling rose of June,

Gently touched by one dewdrop,

Quivers momentarily,

Knowing it is loved.

Standing on the fragile doorstep of time,

A tall, but kindly man

Sprouting a gray beard,

Tips his hat

As if to say "Good morning,"

To the waking world

Deep within the heart of the rambling rose;

"I will give you to my love."

The rambling rose graciously nods its head;

The dew drop falling to the ground like a tear,

The rambling rose aware that in consenting;

Its time has come.

"You are beautiful and you are loved,"

He explains to it tenderly,

As he severs its life line

With a firm, but gentle cut;

"If my pain was to endure, I'd surely die.

My love will live on through you."

"You have given me a perfect, rambling rose."

"I will not bore you with my thorns."

The rose hip lives on;

As he hangs it upside-down to dry

And then plants it.

"I will see you again."

Love lives on beyond the rose and thorn.

The rose hip lives on.

Dreams and Hope: The Terry Fox Legend

April 12, 1980 hope began
Twenty six miles per day, Terry Fox ran.
An athlete, born in Coquitlam, BC;
He wanted others to be cancer free.


At eighteen, he'd lost one leg in his fight;
He knew pain and suff'ring, man's darkest night.
He started at St. John's, in Newfoundland;
Left foot in the ocean, he took his stand.

Fifty three hundred miles, his goal that day;
From east coast to west, a dream to relay;
Three thousand, three hundred and thirty nine
Recurrence of cancer, end of the line.

On June 26, 1982,
The Terry Fox monument bronze statue,
Was dedicated in the memory
Of this young man who fought courageously.

Love in its anthem, eternal refrain,
Oft' goes that extra mile in spite of pain.
As long as our God has more love to give,
The Terry Fox legend destined to live.

In Memory of Terrance Stanley Fox
July 28, 1958-June 28, 1981

Humorous Writing Advice: What Do I Do When My Words Just Don't Rhyme?

What do I do when my words just don't rhyme?
Take them and break them, or toss them in time.
Hammer them into some place in a box?
Don't fret about any time, place or blocks.

Play with the words and just let them flow free;
Sift them about, until somewhere you see
A poem that composes itself some way,
Opens the world; states what you want to say.

Rhyme has its own way of falling in place.
It can disappear, without any trace.
Sometimes it comes back; sometimes it does not.
Oft' in between lines, the rhyme can get caught.

Sometimes there's a word and it just won't fit
It cannot be placed; it's lost like a mitt.
What triggers the mind in total recall,
Can be the alphabet, one letter, all?

To find the right word, the one that you need,
Just try another, like planting good seed.
A rhyme with the right word like a fresh brook,
Soon tumbles freely, oft' into a book.

Writing good poetry, penning new rhyme,
Can be perfected with music, in time.
Singing your poetry just as you write,
Can be a burden or new found delight.

Working your way through one line at a time,
Juggling your words, can help improve your rhyme.
Loving your work and the art it displays,
Oft' is a fun way to spend all your days.

Training your mind, so you rhyme as you go,
Helps to release any rhyme that might flow.
What do I do, if a work I can't fix?
Poets will always have a bag of tricks.

Skills of a poet will ever increase,
When poets are challenged to fresh release.
Rhyming is fun, but it also is work,
Something a poet should not try to shirk.

Rhyming and laughter do make a good pair,
Something that poets will oft' seek to share.
Playing with rhyme as the work of one's life,
Can relieve tension and break up the strife.

Simply composing, while one's mind flows free,
The easiest way for new rhyme to see.
Just writing poetry when one's inspired
Works so much better than when one is tired.

Rhythm and rhyme always walk hand in hand;
One leads the other, with rhyme in command.
So spend your time poet, rhyming away;
Enjoy the work, till the end of your day.

Poets will always, yes, ever spend time
Writing new poetry, penning new rhyme.
Deep in the soul of the poet is found,
Rhyme with new words that will ever resound.

Capturing poetry, poetry's play,

The work of a poet who states in his way,
Something so fresh and so pure that it speaks,
As into new rhythm and rhyme it soon peeks.

Wait for the rhythm and rhyme to appear.
If it's predestined, there's nothing to fear.
Soon it will flow and it never will end.
As fast as you pen it, there's more to be penned.

A true poet will find a way to write poetry. 

Poets: The Love Poet

The love poet sits on the edges of time,
With pen in hand poised as for writing new rhyme.

The love poet writes on the topic of love,
So often inspired; has a muse like a dove.

The love poet waits for the word of the day;
He sits down and writes, having fun with word play.

The love poet finds a conundrum of words,
His imagery vast like a flock of blue birds;

The love poet's sunrise, a moment aglow;
“Relax,” says his spirit.  “Just let the words flow.”

The love poet sings in his heart, and who knows,
Somehow, he sees into the heart of a rose.

The love poet feels unique passions, so deep
And often awakens, as from a deep sleep.

The love poet's words ever flow from his heart;
But where will it end and how does it all start?

How do you understand the work of a love poet?

Father's Day: Father's Day Has Come Again

Fathers come all shapes and sizes.

Suddenly, one realizes

That Father's Day has come again.

It always does and all the men

Stand waiting for their big surprises,

A barbecue or father's prizes;

It does not matter what the gifts,

As long as they create no rifts

Or better still, they mend a tear

And show that there are those who care;

For fathers, it's a happy time,

Complete with poetry and rhyme.

For grandpas, it's a special day;

More babysitting on the way;

For uncles, it can be the best;

There's always loved ones who will test.

For brothers, yes, no matter who,

Their sisters recognize them too.

For each new dad, a special grace,

As he first sees his baby's face;

For little boys and little girls,

With freckled faces or some curls,

It's Daddy's day and so some fun;

A celebration has begun!

For those who've lost a father dear

And maybe shed a tiny tear,

A memory, one oft so sweet,

Can make that day, just so complete;

So fathers all, with time so short,

Men who another's child support,

A gracious and a happy day,

Remember to have fun and play.

To fathers everywhere, be blessed

And know that love will do the rest.

Father’s Day is a blessing to many men.

Acrostic Poems: I Love You

I - In a single moment of time,

L - love blossoms like a beautiful, sweet scented rose,
O - opening to the tender caress of a dew drop.
V - Very gently, it spreads forth its soft, fragile petals,
E - each one perfectly placed, in time and space.

Y - Yes, the rose is always there,
O - offering to secure love eternally,
U - under the guiding hands of the Creator.

Love blossoms like a rose.

Love From Afar: A Rose Petal

A tall, gray-haired man

Wearing a long, black trench coat,

Stands some place that is very high

Overlooking a large city,

Watching the early morning sunrise,

Or is it a sunset?

Is that a tall building or a rocky ledge?

In the distance, a large body of water;

He smiles inwardly,

As in his mind's eye,

He sees a woman

Picking up a rose petal

That has just washed up

On the rocky shore;

She holds it close to her heart

As if she knows

Exactly from whom it has come;

He is on one side of the ocean;

She is on the other.

An old, black crow watches

From the top of a pole

And crows in sheer delight;

The man sees more rose petals

Floating gently

Across the ocean,

On electronic air waves;

Such is the nature of love

Transcending all space and time;

Love knows.

A memory of a rose petal can remind one of love.