Short Verses

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Summary

I don't always write poetry, but when I do, it's not that often.

Genre:
Poetry
Author:
Robin Kidd
Status:
Ongoing
Chapters:
1
Rating:
4.5 11 reviews
Age Rating:
13+

Short Verses

1. Feeding Them

The birds are there for the lonely people
Because the lonely people are there for the birds.


2. Beloved

In the presence of your beautiful spirit
I feel the wonder and sadness of life
Looking in your eyes
I choke on my own tears and laughter
In the presence of your spirit
I recognize my mortality and my divinity


3. Buried / Alive

They wanted slaves
but they made gods instead.
Buried by falling history,
crushed into diamond
in the heart of the earth;
alive because we spring from love
and are not measured by fear.
Limitless, we create ourselves

the gods we were never supposed to be.


4. Open

Step out from beneath the eaves
into the yard;
I want to see the sky open up before me
Venus parallel to the Moon
and an arc of stars crowning this space,
so mundane and sacred.


5. Blessed

Blessed is the lord
the nameless One,
the force of life from which we sprang
and which we return to
when this journey’s done;
that which we carry within us
as a seed of all possibilities
and kindness and creativity;
we are its children

and its joy is our birthright.


6. The Shepherd

He regards them from a distance,
on a faraway hillside, which is his;
they are a slowly moving mass of grey,
as countable and indistinct as pennies
with no luster, even in the eyes.
He can’t tell one from another,
but he knows everything they do;
he knows approximately how many there are.
The shepherd stands on his hill and regards them
as they graze in the distance on a hill which is also his.
If he needs to find them he will find them,
and he keeps them safe from wolves
and this they know
and they rest in this comfort.
And the shepherd feels something like love for them;
they are dear to him
they represent so much.
So he watches them, coddles them,
allows their daily grazing
and from time to time he will select one from among the herd,
and take it aside,
and slit its throat,
and soon its bones will be thrown out a back door somewhere,
to be picked clean by rat and fly,
and other things that have no memory
7. My Last Dream

Through my pain and suffering,
I know one thing:
it will pass.
Even the longest night is cut by light
But we must be brave in the darkness,
so we may welcome the light when it comes.
May the love in your heart never be killed
And if your heart is fearful or sad, so be it:
it will pass.
My sadness is passing slowly,
in waking smiles
and tender dreams.
I know it will pass completely one day,
when I dream my last dream
and see them in the garden with their lanterns.
I will open the door

and welcome the light when it comes.


8. March 5, 2020: Real Life

I know one thing. Joy exists. Out there in the world, and right here inside. Maybe you don’t see it, but it’s there, waiting to be found, cheering you on, saying: Over here! Look my way! Joy wants to get with you. It wants to be your lover, your best friend, your wife, husband, son, daughter, mother, father, cat, dog, goldfish, bacon and eggs, glass of wine, hot bath, cup of coffee, trip to Italy, your favorite books and hobbies, your job and your dreams. Joy wants to be every friend, every stranger, every beautiful sight, smell, taste, sound, touch, every thought, wish and prayer. Joy is on your side. It is with you. It is in you. It is you. Celebrate.


9. Shine for Us

i shine for you, selfish
i pray for you, godless
i pray to me, selfless
it shines for us, endless

a perfect trust, this love
emotionless, eternal
the mother’s mind, oceans
the father’s heart, red fire

and now the field is burning
subliming to the ether
we fly above destruction
we come and go like always

i shine for you, selfish
i pray for you, godless
i pray to me, selfless
it shines for us


10. Of the Spheres

heart is bleeding, smiling
mind is gentle,
will is coming,
body still, and dancing
soul is a lake with a surface like glass


11. Prayer

All is holy,
or nothing is.
Destined for nowhere,
now here is bliss.
May I walk boldly,
and thus be all of this

12. Your Sweater

Your sweater hangs in my closet,
distinct among the brown shirts and leather coats
Red black white patterns, silver buckles,
bright, cozy and small
Something a child might wear at Christmas time
It used to smell of Sundays, warm apples, rain
and memories of childhood on the prairie
Now it smells of old smoke,
late nights and silence,
quiet lessons,
regrets
and life going on
It is a treasure
And it will always be yours


13. Water breaks

remorse is frozen grief
drop it,
and it is horror
and then it melts

drop it


I would love to see this next poem come back to me with pictures. This is my backyard when I was growing up, in haiku. This piece is open to anyone to run with in any way. All I ask is that it never be corporatized. This is for Our Inner Child, which means it is for everyone :)

14. A Day in the Life of a Chipmunk


finding the light is
easy - just open your eyes

and look around you

greeting the morning,
happy the day has returned

at last to find us

meeting our needs is simple
we trust the trees to
provide food and homes

joy is what we find
in the spaces between our

many random chores

doing the work is
easy - one thing at a time
and we make it fun

seeing our friends grow
daily, we continue to

share what we have found

sun flies west and we
understand it is not gone
but only sleeping

we are not afraid
for we know there is a piece

of it within us

deep in a warm den
waiting for dreams to take us
to this hidden light

and finding the light
is easy - just close your eyes
and look inside you



15. Good Citizen

If you want to make the world a better place,

this is my advice:

Be 100% authentic

95% of the time,

and invest 5% in white lies

just to be kind.

In other words,

never underestimate the power of a gesture.

And fucking get over yourself.


16. Letter to the Self

you’re not supposed to know - you’re supposed to grow

you have deep pain and regrets and fear

but

you’ve done so well to keep going

you’re learning to learn from your mistakes

your eyes are open to cruelty

and it’s teaching you kindness

you are never alone

we are here

and everywhere

which is all inside you

you are separated from god in the same way

that your cells are separate from your body

but they are not separate, only distinct

that should tell you something

be glorious

love is power

you are safe

god is real if you find it

you are not meek and mild,

but powerful and responsible

calm down, keep moving forward

hope is an illusion

just don’t give up!


17. the devil unknown

(dedicated to Carl Jung, a Great Soul)

how dangerous the fear
the sadness unseen
the shadow grown monstrous,
darker with time,
greater with distance;
a more deadly predator
there has never been

a thing so untrue
it cannot withstand
the gaze of courage;
light of consciousness erodes and is
constantly putting an end to this lie

the alternative is security
in what is known,
the safety of a world
that must not grow
but can be held
in fingers clenched
so tight they never tremble

the thing is always at one’s back,
churning, stalking, changing,
invisible to eyes that must not cry;
a heart might turn
and kill two illusions
with one act of faith

but if will is lacking,
a mind will burn
with slow fire
sure to overtake
engulf and consume,
remaking the world
in a vision of horror

spinning with no axis
eyelids torn away
praying hopeless for a light
to bring blindness
in the gloaming,
until face to face with oblivion
a soul may see

that it has left itself no choice


18. Each Alone

with the changing of the weather
memory drifts back
to visions of my mother

I must be seeking counsel
though in her presence
silence gives the answer

no more promises
one condition
we bend to plant
we stoop to gather

each alone
and all together
a paradox
a house of cards
seen in a mirror

open eyes
open heart
defy the terror

stand amid
and rise beyond
the churning frigid waters
solid as a rock
light as a feather



19. Natural


cats are beautifully selfish creatures

whereas bees are equally

as beautiful in their selflessness


ready to die

for love

for something greater than themselves


ready to eat, sleep, nuzzle

ready to be alone

nothing is greater

than their joy


therefore

save the bees

and please

don’t fuck with cats


20. July 17, 2021: In the Flow

Be real. Be big and weak. Find your strength in your resilience. Bark if you have to. Roar if you must. Bite when necessary. Otherwise, be like water. You are indestructible. Deal with it.


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