Least Favorite Thing

Proselytizing, my least favorite action
Pushing beliefs onto another—
I find that repulsive.

All divine practices
Have the same core systems
We find it necessary
To call them different names

No issue here for a discussion—
Agnostic with a flexible mind

Beauty can be found
Amongst all the faiths
No singular one
Is the absolute truth.
Each holds a rewording
A rethinking
A reworking
Of practices eons old.

Wonder can be found
Around every bend.
Not all events
Are good or bad
Light or dark.
The line is always blurred,
Gray and indistinct.

That shaded line
Turns contour line
Bolded and enlarged
When people shove faiths
Down others’ throats.
Violently or nonviolently;
It is all the same.

A debate is all and good
Even on matters of faith, belief
When you say, “This IS the truth.”
The talk is over:
I’ll let you preach,
But your words won’t reach
This person you see.

Above I have stated
My reasons for my feelings
Proselytizing, my least favorite action
Pushing beliefs onto another—
I find that repulsive.

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Searched For

A flung open cabinet drawer
Whose contents scatter the floor
Lays discarded, forgotten
In my search for that word.

Labels which declare:
Places, people, objects, animals
Countries, schools, history, occupations;
And too many more to mention
All thrown about without a care
In my search for that word.

“Hey, Fyji quit doing that!”
Wait, that’s not Fyji
That’s Journey….
Why did I call a black and white dog
Another’s name who’s red?

Many, mismatch names
At some point in their life;
But not the way I do.

Word retrieval is easy when
The mental cabinetry
Is neat and tidy.

A pigsty is mine
With word cards
Missing, misfiled.
Count your blessings
If simple verbs, nouns
Are within your gasp
When you want them.

In my search for that word
I’ve pulled out every drawer
Sought and hunted
Without a lead
Without a clue to what
I was looking for.

Hours pass before I have it
That word I was searching for.

Influenced By What?!

Words sung in desire:
Love’s dwindling spark.
As another passes by and
Passion’s flame jumps.

Words sung in despair;
Dreams carried only so far.
Feelings voiced to empty canyons;
Hope extinguished with a gust

Words sung in passion
Mystery solved: identity learned.
A match lit with flattery;
Doves fly ever higher.

 

 

 

Kudos to anyone who can figure out what influenced this poem. A hint is in the tags :P.

Then and Now: Chocolate Delight versus Coded Memories

Memories from the past:
Reminders of then and now.
Out with the old
In with the new.

Growth and development
Landscape there for manipulation.
Throngs of sheep herded
To this sleepy place.
Green forests, grassy fields
Replaced with concrete habitat.

A snapshot of pine forests
From a bygone time
Lightens  my mood
As store fronts are passed on by.

The sweet memories of childhood;
Chocolate delights at every remembrance
The coded memories of adult times:
Wolfed down without a pause.