Musings, Poetry & The Arts

the lighthouse poetry

The Lighthouse

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I was thinking about lighthouses. I know, right? I tend to think a lot. What is the purpose of a lighthouse? To light the way for the ships that are lost at sea to...

2020: Una Sacudida

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I want someone to explain to me what’s up with this year; a lot of crazy stuff is going on – a global pandemic, protests, antagonistic politics. California on fire, front page news two days ago – our county had...

The Cup

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Can you drink my cup? He asks. What strange words, I answer. Where is it? I don't drink blood, I scoff and turn to go Wait, please, his hand light on my shoulder Sit a while, here by the...

A New Roadside Litter

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Years ago, I’d leave the house each morning at seven to meet my friends to hike our lovely hills. On Wednesdays, the day the trash truck came, I would take a plastic bag to pick up any roadside litter along the way. Those...

Audio Birds

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The birds in your audio are chirping in sync with the birds outside of mine. The black lab snores while she too wishes we were not home. Pacing slumps from room to room looking for a six foot space for air for love, tired love. for...

Evolution of Consciousness

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Evolutionary Consciousness     brings "Shedding of our skins"     unearthing     great fear As we grip onto     all that is     Mine Our mummified states bound and held by     endless confirming of     a Me Our...
I Stand Solo poem

I Stand Solo

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I've been beaten down inside But I stand up and face the world I've been scolded in front of others But I stand with my head high I've been called unpleasant names But I return the favor not I've been...

Be Rebellious

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Be rebellious, to know your creed. Be rebellious, to read your soul. Be rebellious, to find the mysteries. Be rebellious, to know your Lord.   – Talha Umer  
Chrysalis Soup poetry

Chrysalis Soup

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I can no longer tell Light from Shadow What was Black is now White The Left has now become Right What’s Right is no longer Wrong and how can it be that what is Wrong is Right? Who knows which...

Broken Together

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Breaking away from what feels Familiar and normal How can anything be real? If only then are we free to roam This world completely uninhibited And free to falter to the ground Unscathed As if I saw my own  Shadow Peering through to...
Hell in Disguise poem

Hell in Disguise

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Where dwellers are the Adam’s posteriors. Where inferiors are the sinners. Where instincts are the evilers. Where sentiments are the tormenters. Where norms are the confiners. Where expositors are the arbiters.   – Talha Umer  
soul's enlightenment poetry

Soul’s Enlightenment

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A soul wants to be enlightened... And, the soul's enlightenment is only by wounds. But he is afraid of deep scars; that would leave by wounds. He needs some patience, to wash the dust of ignorance. And, he would find...
trees talk - here is their wisdom

Yes, Trees Talk – Here’s the Wisdom They Share with Us

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I was hanging out in Mother Nature, spending time exploring deep within the acreage of the nearby St. Croix State Park near Hinkley in Minnesota.It was a gorgeous fall day and I settled down...
Liar Liar poem woman's reflections in mirrors

Liar, Liar!

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Liar, Liar She hollered You're a liar! As I watched her run away from herself Her ego too afraid to admit the truth The truth in front of her She wants not to see Truth be known I will be a liar...
Appearances poem

Appearances

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Faith flees and returns, Some errant leaf on wind. Same as a sun ray pinpoints One clump of snow in a tree’s crook, Full moon on snowy front lawn. One blue jay on a branch. Wild turkey in the wood, Huge...
foundation of grace poem

Foundation of Grace

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Being new in the world is a fabulous thing Enter with grace and continue on that basis Allow the world to help find ways of being It's ok to strive to raise yourself up Step softly and scan...
sailing the seven seas of life poem

Sailing the Seven Seas of Life

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An Essays From the book - The Joys of Live Alchemy by Michael Levy When we arrive into this world, we enter as a ship that navigates by the forces of nature and propelled by...