The 1990’s

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A Prose Poem

It was the time of children. Birthing through pain, the greatest miracle I have ever seen, new life. Then it was all birthday cakes with candles. Photographs, an old type video recorder, “Smile!”. Reading to them, giving them a love for reading. My oldest, thinking I knew everything, “Daddy how come……?”

They learned to read quickly. Tons of books from the library, they soaked it all up. TV had Barney, Sesame Street, and I loved Postman Pat, and Bob the Builder. It was a beautiful time of learning. Going to the beach with the car packed to the brim, and later on a van. Strollers on the boardwalk. Holding them in the waves, keeping them safe.

It was the time of butterflies. Life was new, the earth was new, and hope was constantly dwelling in us. My wife and I drew closer, we were young again too. Missing these days, but having joy at the same time, they are grown now. But one thing is for certain, I am so very proud of them.

I wish you peace.

       

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Women in History

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A Prose Poem

It wasn’t all that glamorous. They were hidden away, never choosing, never voting, but always hoping the policies would change. That men would understand the well. Sickness, instead of the romance, we dream about. It was not about the long dresses, eyelashes, and fanning themselves. It was harsh, the life of a servant.

There was a darkness in our history, but thank God for the light. Freedom was born slowly, a painful labor. Some conservatives lament losing the past, shame on them. Let it die, so we can all live. And so that the women in history, will stop turning over, in their graves.

       

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Searching for Answers

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We can search for answers,

in the tragedies, and never,

understand,

we can search in the waves,

and receive the calmness,

but not know why,

and the questions continue,

haunting us,

taking over, commanding our thoughts,

and we are crushed.

Until a ray of light,

peeks in, and reflects on a mirror,

a sunrise, a flower opening,

the grey defeated,

with a hummingbird, sipping nectar,

a butterfly,

or a smile reflecting,

from another soul.

And we realize the questions are still,

there but smaller, not controlling us,

chains falling,

telling us it’s ok,

to not to know why.

We can be free,

enjoying the journey,

soaking in the moment,

simply being a part,

of creation.

              

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Human Beings

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There will always be people fleeing,

running from guns,

and bombs,

praying for a doctor,

needing a job,

wanting to raise a family,

in peace.

They are searching, longing for,

the good soil,

wanting to grow,

wanting to see some beauty,

a spoonful of oatmeal,

for their children.

Planting themselves in a field,

instead of in a pile of rubble,

dreaming of more,

than a bunch of rocks,

being treated,

as human beings,

living, breathing, humans,

not aliens.

Dignity.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Acceptance

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In the oceans of our opinions,

in the stormy seas of our rhetoric,

there is never any healing,

for those stranded at sea,

for those with sails burning,

the horizon is lost.

The hurting don’t need,

an email, some policy,

from distant talking heads,

they need a live person,

a human being,

to say to them, you matter,

that you have value,

that they you are loved and,

accepted.

Everyone should be welcomed in our ships,

where the sails,

have been restored,

and the horizon shines,

brightly with hope.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Loneliness

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Loneliness is a bike,

without a rider,

a backpack,

with only one sandwich,

and a writer,

without a story,

looking to the sky,

calling for characters,

to be born again.

        

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Beauty of a Sunday

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A Prose Poem

The problem with getting older, is that you’ve heard every sermon, or you think you have.

I didn’t learn faith in a church, the woods taught me, when I was young, showed me there was something greater. I saw the church filled with people, but their hearts were not still.

Later, the wooden benches were hard, difficult sermons, long sermons, with harsh words. Railing against the Pope, or President Obama. I was confused, and my heart grew sick.

Healing for me came, in the stained glass, the space. Certainly in the peace, and in the beauty of faith. Now the sermons are shorter, and the words are decorated with love. His presence. What can we give to others?

All of this reminding me of the creation, the woods, the rivers, the mountains, and the beauty of life.

My heart is full now, and contented.

And in the late afternoon, Sundays were made, for napping.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

Cars

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I like cars especially,

the old ones,

but I know a man,

that spent $800 a month,

for his car payment, and $200

a month, for gasoline,

not including,

his insurance,

and maintenance costs.

Do you realize how many children,

that would feed?

Have we lost our minds?

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Boat Ride

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A Prose Poem

It was the boat ride that first brought the glimpse. It was a clear day with the sun, and the wind tossed the waves. The boat was magnificent, refusing to yield. As she looked at the sky and the water, something took place, something was there, but she didn’t know what it was. The sun was reflecting on the water, but that wasn’t it. Her love was at her side, and they held hands, but that wasn’t it either.

She stared beyond the waves. Dolphins played, and followed the boat. It was then that she knew! Maybe it was their joy, jumping and leaping. Their fun was contagious. It was like talking to an old friend and not remembering their name. The old friend started speaking again, but she hesitated. Should she let him in again? She remembered the pain and the needles, being burnt on the inside. She decided to try one more time.

The sun burst into her heart, as she opened it. Her frail and thin body shook with tears. The old friend was hope, and he came to live again. She came to live again, refusing to yield. The cancer might take her body, but she would always live, from now on, in the hope, and in the light. Death would not control her. And the dolphins jumped for joy.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Reluctant Warrior

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No one ever told him,

he would need the mountains,

the wholeness and healing,

of peace,

the Creator breathing.

No one ever told him,

there would be explosions,

tearing the sky,

battles raging, bloodied swords,

his Queen imploding.

He fights on,

only because he has to,

he would rather live in a tree,

sleep on some rocks,

while the sky is healed, by clean water.

He picks up his sword anyway,

the shield,

armed with words,

and a clean heart,

he fights.

No turning back,

no confession of cowards,

He will live, in the mountains,

because the mountains live,

in him.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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