Poetry ~ Does this really Matter?

Your point of power is in the present moment.”

The Speakers
It's silly, really
the way I scribbled
the words on my wrist
in permanent black marker

"Does this really matter?" it asks
"Nope," comes my reply

yet, all day
everyday
my mind wanders off
into dark corners,
whining, whimpering
"Woe is me!"


a quick flash of my wrist
and the light comes on

stay focused on
what really matters!

what matters is simple
right here, right now

this moment

if you don't like
the present moment
change it,

if you can,
or practice the
art of acceptance

Poetry ~ The Way Back Days

I'm coming up on
fifty-nine
and realized

I've lived through
other times,
the way back days,
as the grand-kids say.

Some might call 'em
the good old days.

Looking back, I see my
early life in black and white,
television shows in shades of grey,
and TV dinners in aluminum trays. 

Walter Cronkite broadcast the news
of a war in the jungle; we were
destined to lose.

The Ed Sullivan show
was Mama's fave she even
let us stay up late to see the debut
of a British boy band with long
hair wearing black suits.

It takes a long life,
to reflect upon your
way-back-days.
I've been blessed.
I am grateful.
With every

sunrise
I'm still amazed!