When Our Poetry Brings Healing


When our poetry brings healing, our words ascending

we will see the rebirth of our world,

the oneness of a blue sky,

in the lifting of our spirits

as each of us are trusting

in our wings.


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Our poems will wait to speak to us, as we hide ourselves away

confident, in luxury condominiums setting up our safety.

But in our living through the storm,

up on the ridge, with our breath taking us

into the wildness of words, where mustangs

fill our minds, and pine trees

are tossed by the wind,

with blizzards that shake loose

our hesitation

blowing through

the fragments

of our hearts,

we become confident

of our survival,

in a place where

our pens run free

and the poetry paints

the wildness

of our spirits.


I will be posting here once in a while. Thank you for reading!

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The Man You Have Called Me to Be


As I get older Lord God, I am more amazed at how good You are to me

and my family. I know this earthly life is but a mist, rolling in

from the ocean, and soon this frame of mine will be

taken away, only to be given a more beautiful presence.

May I always be worthy of being with You,

and may I always be – the man

You have called me to be.


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Where We Belong


Within our oceans, we see so beautifully the earth, our future

as unlimited, and perhaps,

a small part of

where we fit,

where we belong.

I am continuing to write a lot, including a novel. Actually, I’ve started several but the most recent work is the most promising.

Writing is a surge within my life. Poetry for me is part of the life unseen, that flows through each of us.

And unfortunately right now, I think it is time to move on. I say this not because it was the plan. I believe I have no choice.

I have mentioned before that this site is being manipulated, by an outside source – so the heck with it. The site has been spiraling down.

I never enjoyed rebooting, or resending, a single piece of work out more than once. But it was the only way I could think of to save the site. It was a risk, but everything is a risk.

I know what this site has done in the past, and I have seen so wonderfully what this site can do if left alone. 

But the damage is too great now. I meant it the other day – when I said the past few weeks have been a wild ride! That post was the beginning of saying goodbye.

I will try to remember times like that when I think of this blog.

My wife is not only a beautiful woman, and the love of my life, she has a great deal of wisdom.

She believes I should only take an extended break, then post once in a great while, sort of like Facebook. I doubt I can do that, right now I don’t want to see any blogs, anywhere.

For all those that have been supportive of this site, and many of you have been for a long time, I thank you from the bottom of my heart! I will always be grateful.

You can contact me by email: Nicodemasplusthree@gmail.com

I don’t really know where I belong, but apparently I’m not supposed to be here. I will keep writing though, someplace else.

I have one more post, which is more of a prayer than anything else.

Thank you again, I wish you peace.


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In the Hush of Snowflakes


The earth exhales wisps of breath, in the hush of snowflakes,

as peace descends in the wind, but lives deep within us too

in our own breath

as we look up

and taste the snow

on our lips.


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Within the Healing of Nature


Within the healing of nature, its not that our trauma is erased,

but it becomes somehow distant, further from us,

as if it was out to sea, washed

by ocean waves, reshaped

by the wind.


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The Beauty of Nature


The beauty of nature often moves our spirits

beyond words

into the realm of prayer,

and meditation

even into the quiet


what we can see.


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