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Fishing Boats in Yaizu, Japan Harbor

Fishing Boats in Yaizu, Japan Harbor

This year …
I’ll take more time to laugh and smile,
To feel the wind upon my face,
To learn true wisdom from a child,
Give my soul the needed space,
To live life pure and clear …
… this year.

This year …
I’ll learn to turn off my computer,
Interact with human beings,
Spend less time in online stupor,
More time learning, breathing, seeing
All that life holds dear …
… this year.

This year …
I will resolve to write that letter
That I have too long neglected,
Make an aching heart feel better,
Cheer a friend who feels dejected,
Bring someone some cheer …
… this year.

This year …
I’ll not be hijacked by my deadlines,
Or imprisoned by ambitions.
Or let dismal, gloomy headlines
Dictate my heart’s disposition.
I’ll choose faith, not fear …
… this year.

This year …
I’ll see the struggling flower beneath
The hard, frosty exterior
Of one who lets frustration seethe
Because they feel inferior.
I’ll try to draw them near …
… this year.

This year …
No high and mighty resolutions
Fit for presidents and kings.
I’ll start a quiet revolution,
Seek these simple loving things
Above wealth or career …
… this year.—Ian Bach

[via an email from Irene- thanks]

From a Dad to His Dad


It’s time I said thanks for being my dad

No, not just ’cause you’re the only one I’ve had

‘Cause over the years my sincere appreciation

Has grown to be more than just an estimation

For of certain memories, which never seem to fade

It’s just my perception that’s changed, of sacrifices made

For since I too have tread the path of a dad

I can no longer view you from the eyes of a lad.

Yes, it’s more than genes that make a father

Otherwise we’d have just said, ‘Why bother?’

Why bother sacrifice or try to inspire?

Especially when teens their dads try to fire?

So an overdue ‘thank you’ for when I was a pain

You endured through those years without going insane

OK maybe you did flip, a time, maybe two

But I can understand, ’cause I’ve been there too

Yes, dads don’t get the credit that they really deserve

But I think in Heaven there will be a big reserve

Where there will be ‘thank-you’s and lots of understanding

For those heartbreaks and sacrifices– for performances outstanding

But a portion I’m acknowledging now, while we’re still here

‘though the half that you’ve done, I don’t know, I fear

‘Though it’s not much, it’s my way

To to my dad, to say, ‘Happy Father’s Day!’

[Yep, that's me, with my dad-- circa 1953]

On Love and Freedom

[photo: a family of Japanese Snow Bunnies I caught late one night outside a convenience store]

Although I missed posting this on Valentine’s Day, here’s a trilogy of poems I wrote for a friend in China on the eve of her departure to attend a University in Canada. We’d spent hours talking about love and what it means to be free…

Find Freedom

To find freedom—to fly, to fly like a bird

Free from all bounds, would seem absurd

To an earthbound person, with good sense

Knowing what all know to be an offense

To dare to presume, to think of releasing

My soul from its bonds, always increasing

“Don’t take a chance!” I hear everyone say,

“Don’t even try; there isn’t a way!”

To feel the sweet song, wind-kissed and unfettered

Of heart’s sweet refrain, when freed from the clutter

Of fears and regrets, expectations of others

The burdens of wisdom from fathers and mothers

But what if it’s true and I miss my chance

To join with the wind in unrestrained dance?

My heart’s voice has spoken, in spite of the refrain

Of naysayer’s constant, fearful threats of pain

Greater, I fear, just doing nothing

Letting life pass, a shell filled with stuffing

Nothing but fluff, no flesh and no bone

Nothing was chanced, never strayed from my home

Empty sheath full of nothing, preserved without life

Carefully kept safe from all of life’s strife

I won’t let it happen. No! This cannot be!

For the birds’ blue heaven is what’s meant for me

I’ll trade what is safe, the known and secure

To know what it means to hold freedom pure

On Freedom’s Path

When I need measure what’s true and what’s not

On paths of freedom, not using what’s taught

In schools of the bound, universities of fear

Colleges of selfness– They’re not freedom’s peers!

With questions of liberty on the path of the free

I’ll ask of the unbound, they’ll answer me

With wisdom they’ve learned, while giving and caring

True wisdom born of love, is what they’re sharing

Of this, I am sure, a true treasure trove

To know what is true– I know it is love.

Love Found

When asked by my friend what I most treasure

What is most important, my life’s greatest pleasure

I shared with my friend the story of my quest

For hope, dreams and loves, I searched without rest

My story included its share of pain

Frustration and victory, of loss and of gain

By comparing with others, I felt life reach its end

Facing failure and empty, it couldn’t even begin.

Not believing the answers to my questions of ‘Why?’

Given by others with lives as empty as I

It seemed so obvious that there should be a plan

In a world so ordered, not created by man

However, dare I hope that I could be special?

That I would be known in the order of things?

Then a kind man said that God knew me

And told me the words of Jesus of Galilee

“Why, even a man” he said, “Is a fool,

Who claims that a watch, can be made without tools!”

“This Jesus, alive, whom others think dead

Offers God’s love in your heart to embed

This is His plan, to let us all chose

To open our hearts, and loneliness lose”

So open, I did, my heart to this love

Believing the promise had come from above

Then slowly, then quickly, I learned more you see

Of many more promises, God’s words to me.

With purpose, understanding, a reason to live.

My life grew in hope, as I learned to give.

For living is loving, and loving is life

Caring, forgiving, to live without strife


This then, my treasure, my friend came to learn.

A life, a dear Love, in my heart she discerned.

Poems © 2003 tipserve.com