The 1980’s

Oceans 2076

A Prose Poem

She never wanted to get married, never wanted to be committed. Not a wild life, but choosing to live, wanting to be safe. A church sometimes. The nightmare of her childhood, was gone now, but still lingering in the shadows. Me, I never knew love, until the Chinese food, and talking in the parking lot. I was seeking solutions outside. Not quite a monastery, but the meditation of loneliness. Carrying wounds from my parents. Where is the love?

We were two hearts, running into each other, bleeding on each other, but that was ok.

We paid for our own wedding, our fathers were invisible, mine didn’t want my hands in her Afro. She was still running from pain when she came down the aisle, but I had my arms ready. We were both safe. The most beautiful moments in our lives, two lost souls exchanging rings. Candles were burning in our hearts now. Later, fireworks, and healing from the heat. I wanted her body and soul.

There was a God. There had to be, with this kind of love. Burning, we were converted. And now, some wounds here and there, but smaller, and nothing we can’t handle. Rocks thrown at us, but we are still alive. And still talking in the parking lot, eating Chinese food. Looking into the face, of healing.



Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”


On This River

By the River

A Prose Poem

It was on this river that once flowed, her parent’s blood. She would never forget the image in her mind, of them running towards the river, screaming and praying, when the rifles rang out. Her parents went face down in the water, while she hid in the bushes. The white’s idea of war, included women and children. The did not fight like men. Even Grandfather died when his heart gave out.

The question was, now what, after 20 years? She didn’t like the white minister, he was always saying things that made people feel bad, but he did say one thing she liked. It was about forgiveness. As she watched the river flowing over the rocks, she was asking herself, could she? Could she no longer be angry and forgive?

She did learn that not all whites were evil, only some. Some were also for peace. She liked the people of the Quaker Tribe, they had love in their hearts. Some of the women even reminded her of her mother. She looked intently at the water. There was something here, something calling her, perhaps the Creator. But she could not, she just could not forgive. She prayed for strength, and decided she would try again tomorrow.




Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

image from google

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Healing the Wounds


Is there a healer?

for this broken glass,

these jagged and dangerous,


don’t give me generic medicine,

band-aid for a stab wound,


I need the strength of the Lakota,

to get back up again,

the certainty of the mountains,

the reasoning of the rivers,

or at least a stream, to make sense,

of this world,

a sunrise with some hope,

before I disappear as a mist,

forgotten like the fog.

Now I know,

where the Psalms came from,

the flood needs to stop.

I’m grabbing my backpack,

to meet with You,

on top of the mountain.

This surgery,

may take awhile.

sunrise on lake

Note: This poem is about previous experiences.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

images from google

The Return

Two Feathers

When this world fades away,

the buffalo will return,

nature has a way,

of restoring itself.

On the one hand I will weep,

and mourn,

but I am ready,

for the healing,

the old scars of the earth,


the earth teeming,

with new life,

animals and birds,

rivers clean,

and flowing freely.

People healed,

no more tears,dancers

no more fears.

Will the Lakota be able to live,

naturally again?

I hope so.

If I never live to see it,

you may see my spirit,

when it does happen,

going for a walk,

make sure you wave,

and say hello.

The restoration is coming soon,

I can feel it,

I can hear the buffalo.

 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

images from google

Note: This is partially based from an older work.

A New Day

from Gloholiday
from Gloholiday

When light breaks over the horizon, darkness is defeated,

light says you are not welcome here anymore,

creation begins to live again,

the earth is new,

let the bugs live,

let the deer live,

let the birds live,

all creatures,

let all the human beings live again,

inner life too,

forgiveness is to the light,

what bitterness is to darkness,




A new day.

Green and Blue

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

The Cabin

I’ll send you a post card,

once I glue myself back together.

I receive healing,

putting another log on the fire,

red rocks and pine trees for neighbors.

Have you ever laid on the hood of your car,

and stared at the Big Dipper?

Cold autumn air, freeing my mind,

breathing life.

Don’t worry I’ll be back to the city soon,

I need people,

I’m already missing my brothers and sisters,

but, right now I’m carving some wood.

Pine Tree


Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

The Trails

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


Now quietly walking, the earth invited me,

seeing my breath,

and loving the air,

I entered the woods. Walking,

the huge oak, offering strength,


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