Love poems will always be popular,
and I know why,
lifeblood of the soul, so rich,
needing the inspiration.
The tribes stir me and nature,
the words are there but hidden,
with a veil, a mist covering
my thoughts about
culture.
I look for light to burn
off the fog,
going deep for a spark,
looking around for beauty,
to ignite the heavens,
where is it?
soul crying out for words.
Inside.
Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree
The Mongolian culture is rich with history. Storytellers can memorize thousands of lines. They are a deeply spiritual and beautiful people. Their traditional clothing is like no other. Notice their smiles!
Please don’t send me another email,
if you were calling from Indonesia
I would answer the phone.
If you were waving from across the street,
I would wave back,
and try to talk to you.
But sending me a message
when I am 5 feet away from you,
in the next cubicle,
is insane.
Please,
treat me like a human being,
and speak to me.
Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree
Central Asia and Tibet each have a rich history of culture. Their traditional clothing is some of the most beautiful in the world. Here are just a few samples. In addition to writing – I love anthropology!
I really like this song! Plumb is a crossover artist, and this is a song about two people very much in love. I hope you like it.
Life is knocking at her door,
smiling again,
shadows of chemo fading,
death was put away,
buried in an ancient civilization.
She beems,
it’s time for a vacation!
shapely,
looking in the hotel mirror,
posing, taking selfies,
she radiates life.
Feeling pretty in her new dress.
© Poetry Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree
The Run
Street lights piercing the darkness,
no sound except my heart pounding,
feet hitting the pavement, churning,
jogging, then sprinting around
the road that circles the campus,
Alone but strong,
I was 20, sleek and fast.
Confident,
not exactly peace,
but I knew I was alive.
© Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree
The Trails
The sun was dawning that frosty morning.
I needed the woods, and said a prayer,
putting on my coat, knit hat,
then out the door. Stomach in a knot,
I was 18, my family fighting
the night before, Mom breaking
dishes.
Now quietly walking, the earth invited me,
seeing my breath,
and loving the air,
I entered the woods. Walking,
the huge oak, offering strength,
leaning,
trees and I upright,
still standing, deep in the woods,
signs of deer,
pieces of my soul coming together,
especially down by the big rock,
next to the creek. I looked up,
and saw a hawk in the sky.
Watching over me, wings outstretched,
I thought, “What a great name that would be”
Hawk in the Sky.
I was restored, in the peace,
in the woods, along the trails.
© Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree
Your Love
Your love has moved me squarely
towards the left,
when I hold you
your softness,
your beautiful brown skin,
teach me what is important,
that life is more –
than lowering taxes.
People matter,
so teach me more,
with your love.
© Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree
Tangible
Elizabethan prayers will not save us,
we need something real,
something tangible,
something we can grab a hold of,
so that we can understand,
so that we can have –
some hope.
© Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree
