learning selflessness

when you feel your needs are not metit is hard to be selflesswhen it seems no one is there to care for youit is hard to care about otherswhen you face loosing everythingfamily, home, reputationit is hard to show respectfear of what might be lies to youdon't listenall you need you haveyou are cared foryou…

A Feathered Thing

Hope, so says the poet, is a feathered thingit rests in the soullove is eturnalit keeps those it loves warm and safeit cheerfully sings in every kind of weatherlove is eturnalit never asks to be repaidlove is eturnaldisquieted souls have no hoperestlessness is in their bloodlove is still eturnalthey are cold, lovelessthey never singlove is…

Christmas

yes, without familythey sit, alone, lonely andread lovely mailsuccess, a smile comesno longer alone, they readreply, keep in touch!Moira Levant Dec. 4 2019

Anger Revised

Anger, I haven’t seen you in awhile Come in and stay, reconsile Danger in being too hostile Anger came in, took off his coat of arms sat down, did not set off any alarm Danger can somehow disarm I sat with him by the fire silence restores the soul Anger turned the key whole transformed…

TG Haiku

Photo by Posawee Suwannaphati on Pexels.com Turkey, and turkeycranberry sauce, potatoes,no whine with the wineMoira Levant © Nov. 29 2019

Being Liked revised

in order to be likedmust I lie to myself?change who I amso as not offended?can truth be seenas black and white?isn't grey more the color all mixed togetherthe wolf discoveredwhen it asked to be all colorswhat is the difference betweengetting along, and loosing onselfin order to get along?can truth be too truthful?the Hindu's first commandkindness…

Being Liked

in order to be likedmust I lie to myself?change who I amso others are not offended?can truth ever be seen in black and white?isn't grey more the color of all when mixed togetheras the wolf discoveredwhen it asked to be all colorswhat is the difference betweengetting along, and loosing onselfin order to get along?can truth…

Drummer Boy

When I was very young, about 9 or 10, my mother gave me a music box figurine of the little drummer boy. To this day I love the carol, and the original choir version of the very very old TV program. Every Christmas when I am in the car driving I put on the radio…