Inconsistency of Faith, Behavior, and Deeds
Owing it to all targets of his satire---the poet about himself.
For all those times when dentists scared the crap out of me.
The theme is equally new and ancient while offering an explanation about why some outlandish feats were possible back then---and why they might still be possible for us.
My poetical thoughts about wisdom
Another funny aspect of human contradictory nature.
Just saw one I socially met in a street crowd that used to make me wonder with a dread---what if I ever get to need one?!
Parents frequently tend to blame themselves for the way kids have turned out, while negatively inspired by certain general parameters of a good parenting. But, should they? Let's find out.
Inspired by a political event of a country left to fight alone for human rights.
Way of disciplining emotionality
The world is loaded with evidence of our passionate and knowledgeable creating problems where none would exist without our intervention. Find out how and why we do that?
Dysfunctional relationships have to go, not to be tolerated.
If there is anything good about politicians, it must be in someone else's poem.
Poet's gratitude for friendship and all praising comments to each of some far away friends.
A poet's appeal to readers of his satires to take them lightly.
Well, like comedians have been proving time and time again---no one is untouchable.
A hypothetical alternative to the whole political circus.
When all our life efforts get boiled down to the single purpose--it's all about becoming happy. But, does it really take an effort?
About a hypothetical and highly unlikely infusion of ordinary folks into the international body of the United Nations.
What's left when we stop flattering ourselves?
There are times when creative writing appears senseless because of unbridgeable personal differences between writers and readers.
A little tip how to deal with disappointments.
Poet's look at the role of religious belief in someone's life.
Poetic suggestion to seek that resourceful friend in ourselves.
Devoted to all those brave ones defying discomfort and pain.
A poetic look at something very prosaic.
Poet's expression of his contentment in being himself.
Feeling the warm presence of some friendly eyes during writing poetry.
For the reasons all stemming from the level of personal suggestibility people massively unfold into collectivists---tending to live everybody else's life but their own.
A poem devoted to mother that's gone.
Slow traffic in online writing may not mean anything mentioned in those smart strategies---it may just be mostly a matter of a chance, not a choice.
Ultimately we are left with a choice to be bothered by unfairness of the world beyond our control--- or to create our own.
Inspired by not forgivable games of power-hungry politicians, and love for all mankind.
In what millennium will humans stop killing each other?
Well, there are leaders and there are followers, and without looking at you---you must be a follower.
It could be a personality trait or a strange hobby, but some folks just worship conflicts.
The international political game doesn't need more transparency---it's more than obviously selfish to its core.
In a realm which we may never completely understand, so much is happening that doesn't meet our five senses. Is our true identity a part of it?
No one needs these reminders, but everyone may use an extra smile.
Since booze is already used as a tranquilizer, why not use it in combination with the saying "See no evil, hear no evil".
Personal experience of the difference between intellectual freedom of thinking out of the box and being imprisoned within the confines of the givens dictated by cultural paradigm.
A humorous treatment of soldiers' business.
Accentuating our individual differences in what may present the value of our life.
My tribute to my old car.
Producing thoughts doesn't mean thinking, and the poem is trying to clarify it.
Some thoughts to help us examine our heart's sincerity.
One about wrong foods we eat.
It's about some very unlikely, although possible things in people's ways of interacting.
Of aging couples and diminishing love
With nothing more than sheer logic so much in this world becomes understandable---here including this ridiculous myth of superpowers. Let me offer you my own logical take on this theme.
Something invaluable in its nutshell expressed in verses.
People stuck in the groove of a belief.
With a little humor every calamity looks brighter.
One example of how we are socially programmed. A question: how actually little of our acting is result of our wakeful will?
Ever since women officially got their equality, some husbands took it too seriously.
Are we tailored for such a great soul's achievement, or is to stay forever just a wish?
Little poetic distinction between folks who in earnest search for inner deep meaning of ultimate reality---and those who, well, just pretend to be on that path.
Poet using imagination about what a professional writer's life might look like.
Writing just for fun of self-expression
A poet amateurishly playing with linguistics---just for a little friendly tease.
Poetical expression of personal passion for the mysterious.
A little poetical tease to Trump's supporters
Little of poetry, little of humor, little of truth
Nothing in the human nature is uniform, but composed of parts which all want to take a guiding role---and then it's up to us to which we give a priority.
Well, what else but a big thanks.
With all those innocent victims around the world, the political focus is on some really silly priorities.
In times when the earth was flat we were sure about it---and we still are about so many illusions we have created out of sheer intellectual arrogance.
Politically engaged poetry? Why not.
Let's face it, folks, we just like seeing bad things bigger than they are.
Being happy we are not lonely--but we may be alone.
We know less about one another than we may ever suspect.
Erhard Seminars Training, or est for short, is an experience, not a bunch of tenets to learn from. And yet, at least a "taste" of it may be conveyed to the reader. Let us see if your "taste buds" can detect it.
Reality therapy focuses on current situations in the life of patient, in his pursue to fulfill his needs. Learn more about its basic tenets, and how to apply them in your life.
Stress management is the wisdom of minimizing our exposure and sensitivity to stresses of living. Find out more about recognizing its sources and how to go about using that wisdom.
It's impossible to love others without loving ourselves. That's what makes difference between loving them and needing them.
Our mind keeps serving us old pictures of life---why not look outside of that, possibly obsolete, photo album.
Giving a new look at our anger could make it go away.
Sometimes our past imposes itself as the most significant time of life, and then we tend to contaminate our present with those past events.
If it's worth getting up from bed in the morning, it's worth greeting in the bathroom mirror a woman who hasn't forgotten how to be one.
For every new way of enforcing justice, there is a new way of breaking the law, in this ever present war between good and evil.
How much of truth is subjective, well, we can always poetize about it.
People, known for exaggerating with everything, can't stop at patriotism.
A poetic look at our drinking tradition
Poet's way of expressing his dislike for politicians.
One of life's mysteries of running into unexpected gains.
"Money is honey, my dear sonny, and rich man's joke is always funny".
We choose our reality from infinite parallel worlds.
After a poem is created, any eyes or ears will do
Believe it or not...
Really, that's how easy it is---don't think, just believe.
Playfulness compared then and now
Just a poetic moment of reminiscing about childhood.
About some limits of poet's inspirations.
Laughter in rhymes at people and their leaders.
As surprising as it may sound, those "culprits" of public life---politicians and mainstream media---are not really to blame, just to be perceived differently. This article will offer an explanation for why it is so.
A poet's creative momentum
A poetic treatment of true spirituality
When heart marries will power every moment turns miraculous.
A poetic way to remind us of where we have been, we are, and where we should go from here.
Well, what else do you do with those who are alive---but don't really live.
Well, to some folks smiles look like an insult.
Maybe problems are not what we see them to be.
Love may be the main ingredient of happiness, but is it enough to make us happy?
From time to time it's a good idea to look at old things in a new way, instead of allowing to the new to get quickly degraded as old after developing a tolerance.
An old advice put in verses.
A metaphor depicting America and her President.
Now just reminiscing
Something in the name of intellectual humbleness
A poetized look at the US president's recent stunt
Considering the suggested possibility that both conservatism and liberalism are stemming from brain's different hemispheres may at least amuse you, if not make you think in a new way about them.
Just another poetic contemplation about the passage of time.
A Little Rhetorical Question to Writers, not really insisting on an answer.
It's amazing how we automatically see as important the doer of an act, which then either reduces or enhances the significance of the act itself.
A poem inspired by a recent turnaround of a long friendship.
A warning to romantic hearts
Where is this constant internal discord taking this beautiful, golden land?
Let's call it the poet's expression of gratitude to Canada.
Nobody ever got wiser, more knowledgeable, informed, let alone entertained, by staying updated about daily news. Let's see all the crazy truth about it--if we dare.
Poet's familiar sigh saying once again "C'est la vie"
Sometimes an inspiration worth heeding comes in dreams.
This article is not yet another piece of badmouthing about this American President---but rather an assessment of one of his personality traits.
After all that history up to this point is telling about us---what's really left but a hope.
This poem has the purpose to balance a little those many serious themes in my poetry opus with something silly.
A sentimental retrospect at our children.
It is within our abilities to instill a peace of mind.
Poet's moment of expressing gratitude for being alive.
Basically it's about having a thick skin.
Using the Beatles' song to depict human condition.
Poet's inventory of his conscience.
So many of us look but don't really see.
Strange ability of memory to change significance of past people and events.
People not living up to their potential is the topic.
Imagining the world from a perspective of baby's innocence
It's a fascinating story of a man with so broad knowledge and skills that we are automatically inclined to dismiss it all as sheer fiction. Well, who are we to judge.
Poet seeing beauty as the mirror for soul
A widespread intimate practice of shunning our true self.
The question of rule as opposed to desire seems to be pretty alien to our cultural paradigm, since we somehow need so many rules where heart should be enough.
In some weird moments we sense a stranger's vibes interpreting them as sign of a potential friendship.
People often sabotage their success while scared that it would mean losing their established comfort zone.
Well, we should really be proud of our popular intellectual technology of processing reality---or should we?
A little poetic portraying of the infamous social too-good-to-be-true pest.
A poetic expression of thoughts about what makes us sick.
Poet's view on humans drinking milk.
Walking on an overpass of a highway at rush hour and looking at the traffic bellow gave the poet this inspiration.
There is a whole global army of normative folks telling others how to live, and the poem is mocking them all.
Our memory gets quite selective, oftentimes ascribing more joys to some other age of our past.
The poem is depicting those strange characters collecting in their minds all kinds of useless information.
It's about those heartbreakers abandoning women for no other reason but wanting a change.
It's a strange flaw in human nature that we apparently can't experience something good without its opposite to give it its value.
Little ups and downs of life accompanied by corresponding moods.
They make news and news are made for them, as those political martyrs are wasting their time and effort in a non-winning game.
They say there is a will-to-live and a will-to-die in all of us, and it's only up to our spirit to make the ultimate difference.
It's strange how new music of the young ones can't inspire youthfulness, but only that old one which used to be music of our own youth.
Some folks get very close and confiding while they need a shoulder to cry on--but then disappear from our life until the next time when they need a session of closeness.
A poet's pretty honest assessment of his poetry
About people's fascination with those of a high social status
There is a tremendous, but generally unrecognized power in attention, and we can harness it---once that we get tired of feeling harnessed.
Poet's sharing the experience of his meditating state.
Another poem, somewhat humorous, about human imperfection.
One of crazy paradoxes in human nature to make a mental habit of being negative to the point of not registering anything good anymore.
After so many life-inventories we might as well take one more seriously.
Poet's suggestion about giving love time to either bloom or to perish before calling it big names.
Leaving it to the reader to play with identifying the little spoiled brat, although her description is quite telling.
Poet remembering one of his lengthy writer's blocks.
Poet's growing out of sentiments of memories to a stage where he has a past but past doesn't have him.
A poet's look at that most pleasant of all facial expressions.
Habituation is more powerful than we realize, as we may voluntarily stay stuck at a way of life never considering a change.
By taking responsibility for everything in our life we are not "blaming" ourselves, but repossessing our power to change.
Some of us waste much time waiting for others to pick us up into their dream, while we fail to make an effort and follow our own.
We often make futile efforts while insisting upon some kind of uniform world where individual differences would be neglected.
It's a known fact that many of those who don't make it in life tend to blame their parents---but also those who go further back by blaming the history and even seeing the offspring of those "culprits" as owing them something.
A poem about likely secret disappointment of every new president.
While it comes easy to notice the mess of a perpetual global disharmony, it may not be that obvious to see the underlying cause which would then dictate the solution.
Poet sharing his story of personal transformations meaning shedding off everything that he is not.
Poet's imagination depicted an extraterrestrial's naive impression of a cosmic paradise on our planet.
Sometimes we can't explain why we intuitively feel attracted to a location as if we have been there before and loved it.
A poet's revealing the romantic spice of his life.
We all need attention but it normally comes through a two-way interacting. But then, some folks seem to need an extra dose, or is it an overdose that would only make them happy.
With full understanding of that affection between man and dog, here is another in the series of this poet's expressing his own and different look at it.
A poem about our tendency to assess our value through eyes of others, using them as mirrors.
Poet's satirical expression of his personal dislike of rap "music"--- in his ears meaning a tuneless, monotonous recital.
A poetically expressed distinction between innocent nature and man.
Writing a silly poem feels good after quite a few of those "serious" ones, and this one is involving my favorite satirical targets---politicians.
Here and there can be seen a dude who spends a certain time of his life inspiring those around him with ideas that kept a smile on his face. And then he just retires to keep using all those inspiring ideas on himself.
Life may not insist so much on something new---but on making simple the old.
When life is boiled down to its basic motions, we start feeling like experts and pros.
No matter how attractive heavens may become after all those prayers and sermons---life us still a good place for all qualifying souls.
We may think how our circumstances need a change---while it's only our script of experiencing them.
It's about that familiar type with an overgrown ego and power hungry, seeking the fulfillment of his life dream to become an "alpha in the pack".
Oftentimes those folks with deep and rich intimate world can't match it with what they see outside. But then, by something having ripened within they manage to liberate themselves.
Title says it all: brain is just like any other organ---if not in use it will deteriorate.
According that ever popular Law of Attraction we always attract more of the same which dominates in our consciousness---and here is a poetic version of it.
We normally use the word "cult" for those unholy organizations with shady agendas---but maybe it fits our joint exaggerated pride over our collective identity, whether national, religious, racial, or political.
With all poetic attempts and imagination of readers the true taste of life stays elusive---maybe due to its constant change.
With all technical advancements giving an illusion of evolving, we are actually the same as our ancient ancestors.
At the end of the day, our life is nothing but a reflection of our ability to rely on our own mental and emotional resources, and the poem is trying to make it more believable.
If all stories generated by human fear were reliable, there would be no earth long time ago.
Losers are unfortunate folks who seemingly just can't do it right in life---and we simply can't have a heart to blame them for it.
Our leaders look most forgivable when they appear in humor, so here is a chance to start with such forgiving.
There are those sacred moments when no one could match our own company---moments that just can't be shared.