Tag: Wisdom

Bonus Poem: As An Old Friend

~ S.M. Nolan ~ 2 Comments

Sometimes I wonder,
about rain and thunder,
snow and ice,
wheat and rice.

Then I remember,
sleek and slender,
the nature of reality,
and all that we see.

It’s but a phase of dimensions,
angled in tensions,
to form minds of oneness,
bring hope to the helpless.

Thus we remain,
forever contain,
the universe’s essence,
in our lowly presence.

And when one day
we step away,
we’ll turn to dust,
with stars we trust.

So when it comes,
total your sums,
and greet the end,
as an old friend.

Poetry-Thing Thursday: A Terrible Thing to Waste

~ S.M. Nolan ~ 3 Comments

An open mind,
is a terrible thing to waste.
So provide it wings,
and let it soar upward,
beyond infinity.

Suckle wisdom,
from the leaves of its trees,
wet from fresh rain of dreams,
and cupped with hopeful pleas.

Take heed warnings,
from those you trust have learned,
and be certain to always,
trust in your instincts when spurned.

Do not withdraw,
in fear or hesitation.
Instead press forward,
with immovable determination.

For life is short,
and merely is–
and an open mind,
is a terrible thing to waste.

Poetry-Thing Thursday: Let Go

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Close your eyes.
Hear my voice.
No, not that one.
Yes, the other one.

Imagine you and me,
side by side,
atop damp sand,
before an endless sea.

This is a moment,
we may never experience,
except in words and images,
conveyed through ink or text.

Still we must admit,
that this is sacred,
hearts open, giving, receiving,
as we walk or stand or sit.

So here in this moment,
I feel obligated to tell,
that we have no need for gods,
or hate, or greed,
that beauty is all we need.

These words are not,
meant to stir anger nor spite,
but rather to show that wisdom,
is what has been forgot.

So here in this moment,
as the tides kiss our feet,
accept my wisdom-plea,
and let go of what you do not need.

When the heart is free,
its burdens relieved,
clarity will set in.
And here by the sea,
you and I will feed,
on the most atrocious “sin”–
open minds and hearts,
and wisdom, the key.

Poetry-Thing Thursday: Judging Independence

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Listen closely,
to the mortars’ song.
They cry of freedom,
by banging a gong,
but shriek in terror,
at a girl’s thong.

What great masses,
of fools and hypocrites,
would deny man or woman,
their in-born spirits?
Perhaps the same ones,
that themselves have no merits.

Yet those same masses,
seem to rule the world,
with chaos and madness,
and delusions hurled.
If only we, the minority,
could be quite so unfurled.

Judge not,
lest ye be judged,
but there is no jury,
and they’ve bought the judge,
forever our innocence,
has been smudged.

A corruption of spirit
of truth and unity,
and thus I must say,
without impunity,
that our independence,
caused a wisdom-immunity.

Two centuries have come,
and then some,
all but a fraction,
spent waging war.
It’s hard not to feel,
just a little bit sore.

If independence this be,
I just have to ask;
is it me?
Or have we failed the task?