I have a dog named Frankie He is a wiener dog His coat is brown and silky His legs are stalky husks Like rotten toes his breath does smell But Daddy’s toothbrush cleaned that up And now my Frankie’s breath is sweet But daddies breath smells just like feet!
~~ I wrote this poem for my daughter years ago when she was a little girl and we would read it and laugh and laugh! Oh, The Joy! ❤
I came to the wide and open space of darkness Which for a millennia I had feared Touted as a place of death and destruction Very few ever even neared And it’s true I died there in that place So many ways in which my ego seared A hot and burnin hell consumed my creation ‘Till underneath the god in Me appeared For all beliefs that hid Me from this Knowing That dusty casement of illusion disappeared And shining there in all My reigning glory I saw that All was One to be revered
The cloud enveloped me A milky white encasement Drawing out the darkness In swirls the shadows withdrew Dissipating into the outer body My essence embraced those sorrows The immeasurable fertility of pain Supercharged my Being As the body succumbed to the healing A wave of white energy covered All
Your words hold All your Power And yet you don’t trust them You keep your spells harnessed And restrained thinking they can harm you When in reality they are your freedom They cause the road before you to bend And they move mountains from your path But you have been taught that the harshness With which you sometimes speak is an evil And that unkindness is a sin But those with the softest sugary ways Are often times the most maleficent They subdue you with properties they do not posses And convince you to shed your armor While they hide themselves from your view But look closely and you will see behind their veil Try and pick the fruit and you will find the tree is bare The only true prayer is this ~ show them Who they Are All else is a self serving request for personal salvation The One who knows this needs no saving The One who sees God within, sees God in All And the words of that One never return void
Isaiah 55:11 so shall My word be that goeth forth out of My mouth: It shall not return unto Me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.