In Our Nature

A mouse once bit me
And we sat and talked
“It is in my nature to bite”
So we parted ways

A snapping turtle once bit me
And we sat and talked
“I can do no other by nature”
So we parted ways

A bear once charged me
We sat and talked
“It is my nature to charge”
So we parted ways

I met a friend who was kind
We sat down and talked
“It is in my nature to love”
We have never parted ways.

Stoic Poetry

Under The Bridge

Pen & watercolor by me.

In dark shadows
Many have walked
The road ahead
They are stalked

Sunlit line so close
Beyond the bridge
Pick up the pace
Avoid the ditch

What waits in darkness
We are never sure
Blind to the ahead
Walk on, the doer

Soon he will see
What will become
Never looking back
Where he came from

Stoic Poetry

A Better Way

There has to be a better way
Than going back and forth
Doing right, doing wrong
Because of how we were taught
Taught by them, who we are

No matter the bumps and bruises
No matter the scars or the pain
Can we simply believe in truth?
Born flawless we can never forget
What you say we are cannot be us

Stoic Poetry

Lay Me Down

Lay me down within the waves
Let the tide wash me away
Upon distant and rocky shores
So I may write all the long day

Roil the ocean upon this shell
Crash upon this fragile mind
To open the deep locked places
The perfect words I may find

Stoic Poetry


I am just a little unsteady
Often listing to one side
Feeling it in my thinking
But mostly in my stride

Old injuries returning
Like bad habits often do
To be overcome once again
Something to go through

One day it will surely heal
To be once again forgotten
The world will seem brighter
And I will again feel nothing

Stoic Poetry

The Reason

We were born to be broken
Waiting to be put back together
When pieces fit better than before
Reborn to try one more time

Sometimes pieces may be missing
Searching is part of the scheme
Surprised by what is revealed
Finding out what all this means

Stoic Poetry

Hold On

Hold on to what you are
Guard close your heart
Flames climb into the night
Lapping at our heels
They aim to tear us apart

These days try to bind us
Bound by mortal chains
But time is on our side
Patience always the virtue
Far beyond our remains

Stoic Poetry

Along The Road

Passing field’s of waving grain
Waiting for some coming rain
The waning sun at the fields edge
Winking behind the Hawthorne hedge

Birds of all kinds skim along
Swooping to share a special song
Longing shadows line the road
As clouds drift by with their heavy load

Stoic Poetry