even though it seems that my heart forgets the song I must remember that it is always humming with the love in the air and on the lips of those with whom I speak and in the eyes of those that pass. Even though it seems that my ears can not hear it, the song is always playing, it is the tree that mistakenly believes it is alone, not making a sound as it falls. We hear you sweet tree, your crash landing reverberates so bitter-sweetly creating many beautiful, multifaceted stories witnessed and experienced by all. The journey to rock bottom is not necessary to the song but helps those of us lost to find it. The only definite in the music is the destination, a pure singular tone that washes away all of the tiny details of up down tree and rock. A tone that returns us to each other and boils it all down to perfection. close your eyes and allow yourself to embrace the anchor of you to all, the song to which we may not always remember but can never really forget Ommmmmmm………
Category Archives: Poetry
Poetry from the prolific poet, CBH
Bread
Money makes ears hear better,
makes eyes see things that aren’t there
it imprisons our spirit within the complicated riddle of the debtor
It is a ghost that haunts everyone, everywhere
My Sweet Home
My Sweet Home
excuse my ebb on this dandy day
this Georgian air has taken my breath away
those mountains filling my eyes so lovely
the Sweetwater is especially sweet
the summer sounds, so heavenly
the fresh picked peaches make the most of this treat
I crack my pecans and savor the summer,
sip sweet tea and reminisce on the seasons
It was quite a winter, mild and filled with wonder
a perfect autumn for so many reasons
the colors were especially pleasant
the crisp air, brisk
that sweet Georgia spirit is positively transcendent!
Like the dandelions and showers of spring
our smiles come so quick
accompanied by hey y’all and how are things?
That baby bear air is just the trick
to chase away the blues and make our hearts sing
then comes the heat and who could forget the humidity
it’s a special gift if you allow yourself to receive it
It brings you inside revealing a true treasure brilliantly
The wealth of Georgia is really the people it befits
A beautiful diverse sort full of love and laughter
robust spirits brimming with ingenuity
helping hands and goodwill to the rafters
The source of my ebb this day
is an embrace of Georgia at it’s finest
No time for dismay though
I can feel the invigorating southern flow right behind it
Conduit
Love is heading straight for you
as quick and as strong as you give it away
just sit back and allow me to adore you
we can live forever this way
Aspirant
Love as you breathe, bliss pervades.
Breathe as you love and all is saved.
Thanksgiving!
whirling
dervish hands up
praise up
imitation is such flattery
spiralling riding the all high
golden mean
skyscraper in progress
to the top of
this perceived
roof raised
sky’s the limit
kind of feeling!
Repose
Stillness is a well
Refill your bucket frequently
Draw on the water liberally
Use it in any way,
you feel so compelled
Happy Birthday Love
Confetti, balloons, candles
But not too many
Unless we’re talking about lovely afternoons
Or walks on the beach in our sandals
Your quality introspection,
communions with the stillness
And your journey of discovery and investigation are another year older today
I bless your pursuit of wellness
And I say many, too much, and all of your energy
To this and all following years of your endeavor
As we feel the sand on our feet on this side of forever
And we lose the US and and become the ocean, the sun, the water and the heat In a celebration of wisdom and peace
That is another tempered year
Together
I’m proud to behold your unique
And beautiful rendition
Of the limitless you project
So gracefully
As we step courageously
Ever vigilant in this grand expedition
Happy Birthday Lovely Melita!
Discretion
Reaching for truth
Grasping for progression
Fighting nail and tooth
On the frontlines of man’s ascension
Nurturing and fortifying our youth
With the simple answer for the unnecessary war within,
our most profound and challenging question.
Reliable Vehicles
Drive me and I’ll drive you,
we can go places together
From the Gross to the Subtle 