Tag Archives: short poems

Crossing the racial and ethnic divide

Treat everyone you meet with dignity and respect. Where others see difference see how you connect. “Why did we become friends so many years ago?” “You didn’t treat me as different.”  

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Why Bother?

  Made from decaffeinated espresso and soy milk, it looks great, but the spark is missing.  

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Clouds

  In the distance white clouds spill over the mountains and into the valley below

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Days and Nights

The days move swiftly by while the nights move slowly and are filled with dreams.

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In his own world

Among a crowd of afternoon shoppers, a man in a blue-green shirt sits by himself tapping on a tiny glass screen  

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Poetry in motion

Not exactly poetry, but clearly motion.

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Grandmothers

  There is a sound that grandmothers make that is full of memories. I heard it on the bus today returning from Sapporo Station. I think grandmothers use it everywhere whenever a grandchild begs for something he or she knows … Continue reading

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Four short poems

    Wren A wren is no hen is she? Spring poem This morning walking to work I saw leaves backing out of the branches of a hedge. Favorite things One of my favorite things is watching my wife and … Continue reading

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Four short poems

Clear sky, sunny day From a clear blue sky, snowflakes fall.   Days and nights The days move swiftly by while the nights move slowly and are filled with dreams.   Snowbird Today the old red macaw is on his … Continue reading

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    Amidst a crowd of shoppers a man in a blue- green shirt sits tapping on a tiny glass screen.  

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