Visions of India

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The people of India have been speaking to me,

for a long time now,

beauty and gentleness.

I’m not sure when it began,

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but my hearing was blocked,

by creeds and ideas,

I couldn’t hear them.

Blurred vision, impaired,

I couldn’t see them.

Now though I can love people

and their culture,

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because You are love.

You love India,

I see You there, clearly,

my vision is restored,

my ears have been opened,

to take in the beauty,

the sights and the sounds,

of Your creation. People,


I can’t wait to go there!

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Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree


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Red reminds me of spices and cultures,

red curry from India,

alive with flavor,

red peppers mixed with Ethiopian lamb,

bursting with heat,

the spice dealer in Hong Kong,

crowded streets, firecrackers at night,

culture and people alive,

sometimes paprika, sweeter than the heat,

Morocco, and couscous.

Red also reminds me of my true love,

Her figure in red dresses, her soft kisses.

H’mm maybe I should buy her that long red dress,

draped in elegance,

then we could go dancing!

kicking off shoes,

red is vibrant and alive!

 Red Dress

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

White and Brown

Two Hands

There is no such thing as a white person,

if I hold a white piece of paper in the mirror,

I am not white, I’m a lighter shade of brown,

with a few drops of pink mixed in.

some are beige or tan,

some are a medium brown,

and some are dark, but all are beautiful,

and white is only beautiful, if next to other colors,

like snowflakes against a night sky.

Adam and Eve never had any prejudice,

help us God, to feel connected to one another,

from the same source,


human beings,

infused with color.

A beautiful rainbow family with twin girls.
A beautiful rainbow family with twin girls.


Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

The Beauty of Brown


I love your beautiful brown skin,

so rich, so soft,

next to mine,

next to my paleness.

I love it when you wear,

brown clothing, mixed with tan,

with a little bit of red, or green,

deep earth colors, blended,

sometimes surrounded by gold.

That hat reminds me of coffee,

next to your skin,

dark roasted, aroma.

I love the smell of coffee….

(ok, time to close the curtains now…).


Cup of Coffee

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

The Cleaning Lady

The Cleaning Lady

In my office building they actually pretend

that she is not there.

Every day is the same,

brains switched to ignore,

or frozen

with self-importance.

I put my plastic smile away,

in the back of a filing cabinet,

broke the mold,

and said, “Hello!”

as she was empting the trash.

Her face lit up!

Smiling we talked for a while,

I asked where she was from,

(it could have been another city)

and she talked about the weather,

it was hot outside.

She had a cousin coming in from Chicago.

Those around us stared in horror,

as we treated each other with respect,

we were equals.

One of my co-workers stormed off in a huff,

mumbling to herself.

Grateful, we got back to work,

the whole exchange took about 2 minutes,

but it made my day.

For a few brief moments,

we were human beings,

melting the ice of western culture.

By the way, her name is Maria.



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The Tribesman

The Tribesman

When I was 14,

I joined a tribe in Central Asia.

I stayed briefly with the Turkmen,

traveled the area, but stayed

with the Kyrgyz.

Living together in the yurt, I loved

them, raising goats and horses, and family.

Flowing, traditional clothing,

language, and beautiful women.

I briefly considered the Berbers

in North Africa,

Bedouin, of the Middle East,

desert and tents, still raising goats.

But I loved living with the Kyrgyz,

until I was captured by Native Americans.

They took me to the Great Plains,

and great peace,

along the Rocky Mountains,

riding horses and hunting Buffalo,

I loved the lodges, painting symbols,

camp fires cooking meat.

The Cheyenne, Lakota,

Crow, Arapaho, and the Nez Perce.

Loving the people and their ways,

I studied the maps for hours,

sent to me,

from the National Geographic Society,

it was 1972.



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