Within the vanguard where thoughts marry ideas,
and substance materializes from a void in space.
And from this marriage words come to life
and are born free to express themselves.

Listen to the sounds they make
as they dance along on a white page.
How they conjure up images
inside the readers mind.

Poems often have double meanings,
or can be interpreted differently.
Giving the reader something to chew on
and bring to light what’s in a poets mind.

Other times these words are cheerful,
easy to understand and uplift.
And who can say which is the best poem;
those from deep thought, or carefree and light?
George J. Carroll

The Observer

The connecting strand

Softly running through

God’s Synchronous-All,

An always present,

Attentive and wise

Divine Delegate

Sitting quietly

Behind self we know

Sometimes entering

Gaps between our thoughts,

Forever conscious

Of our faculties,

Making perceptive

Karmic inscriptions

Upon Spirit Scroll,

Patiently waiting

For our awareness

To identify

And, therefore, expand.

© 2008

He thought he had made up his mind,

just as he thought dozens of times in the past.

Make a decision, then stick with it.

The old adage echoed through the canyon of his mind.

Damned if you do,

damned if you don’t,

was his halfhearted reply.

Comfortable existing numbly in limbo,

attachment had become a powerful drug.

The Mystic Muse

Soaring in and out of the rainbow colors in my mind;

Sprinkling stardust ideas; calling on image-breezes;

Spinning the word mill at Spirit-to-Spirit confluence;

Swaying suggestions on branches of composition tree;

Slowly dripping teardrop thoughts from sprigs of Weeping Willow;

Raining down joyful verse from our nimbostratus mindscape;

Pounding out anxious rhythms on a spring Grouse’s thunder;

Skipping across chakras; alighting mandalic labyrinths;

Whisking me away to creative realms of All-That-Is.

© 2008