Between your fingers, pick up a single speck of sand,
You are holding creation, simply because you exist,
Pinch a grain of crystal salt, hold it in your hand,
Swim across vast oceans, float emancipated in ethereal mist.

Listen as the colours of the wind, venture to Valhalla,
As new day breaks, pick ripe apples from a giving tree,
Now you hold life, as Nirvana ripens fruit for Shambala,
Nourish happy children, watch glorious birds fly free.

Can you cup the ocean? Dive to the bottom of the deep blue sea?
Can you fly like Icarus, beyond the distant moon, to the sacred sun?
Can you create a drop of water? Germinate a seed? Make honey like a bee?
Can you sing a sacred song? Find truth where there is none?

Grasp a mountain 'tween your hands, lift it high above your head,
Blindfolded, seek the universe, touch the far off sun,
Generate compassion, where joyful love is fed,
Unify your movement, join that whirling Dervish, spiral just for fun.

If we are one, did we drop the bomb, tearing out our neighbour's hearts?
When we are born, do our new born cries, divulge our karmic fate?
While death grips humankind, does war destroy the lies that only war imparts?
With prayer, can armies lay down their arms, open heaven's gate?

With your two hands, explore Orion's starry belt,
With your two hands, reach out, touch the edge of our vast galaxy,
With your two hands, define this life, tell us what your hands have felt,
With your two hands, simply express, create a new reality.

True thought begets honesty, honesty begets true words, truth in words begets creation,
Destroying Sacred Eden begets godless sin, godless sin begets destruction, begets unholy war,
Void of hope, there is no place for love to live, begetting unholy evil, the wreck of every nation,
Final destruction begets devastation, devastation begets annihilation, begetting hell, what for?

Meditate upon the weight of blessed elephant,
Nurture thoughts, remember sanctified pachyderm,
Ruminate up-on that sweet, sweet scent,
Ponder dexterous trunks, the bulk of egg and sperm.

Satisfy your nakedness,
Resolve your ego's appetite,
Search your heart for sacredness,
Dream every starlit night.

Once you've found that joyous place,
Once you've read that sacred tome,
Once you've glimpsed God's precious face,
Then you've found your blessed home.

I composed the following entry this past February, thinking that perhaps we would have a poetry slam here in the village community hall (however that little slam, dunk, never came to fruition, boohoo, maybe some other time) before the cold drear of winter left us for cool damp spring. Hopefully some of you will find some humour (perhaps even a little chuckle) in the words and lines I have left here for you to enjoy. Cheers! - Joe Carrot in Argenta.
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THANKS FOR COMING OUT TONIGHT

Thanks for coming out this evening,
Thanks for sharing your words with such caring,
Generous words that rose up to the ceiling,
With such feeling and such leavening,
We need words, and if we knead words,
Into loaves, that are baked, providing food,
Guiding goodness, adding cheer, phrased without fear,
For one and all to hear, and that can't be faked.
Thanks for coming out tonight,
Thanks for showing up,
with your smiles and your light heartedness,
though I must confess,
not withstanding,
not with stress or duress,
that I wondered, I pondered,
would anyone show up?
Could any person give up? Their evening?
Leaving - their warm fire?
A comfortable room?
Coming here, to partake and hear in this echoing tomb?
Where hearts are bared,
where naked souls - both fair - and gruesome -
perhaps even loathsome - like manure - added to the garden compost,
where most - household trash and wood stove ash - ends up these days.
But in the long run compost pays,
nourishing soil, void of strife -
cooking pathogens,
from hog and chicken pens - into something - like words into poems - that eventually encourage plants that roam - o'er once barren ground - where a joyous  sound, will be found  - with that fifty pound cabbage and thirty pound squash - so solidly round - and green!
Flourishing in abundance on this nourishing land,
providing food for our bodies - and souls - and like those rascally Bank Voles -
we'll rejoice when we munch that nourishing carrot - and potato - and beet - and then they're on the vine - that glorious red and ripe tomato,
well that just can't be beat!
So these words that we speak, garnished with such power and rhyme - over time - leave their mark - and one day some other ears will sharpen - and hearken - enlightened by glorious words that esteem - life's journey - and they'll dream -
and they'll dream.
Thanks for coming out tonight!

A Poem for Suzie
 
I looked into your deep dark eyes,
And there I saw, I did surmise,
A tender love, a caring heart,
Life's cordial passion, blessed joy did so impart.

Lying there, our beating hearts entwined,
I caressed your gentle face, love poems I signed,
I stared deep into your perfect soul,
I found such bliss, each tender kiss, our heaven's goal.

Stars that night, shone oh so bright,
Our new found love, imparting happy light,
We glowed together, our lips did meet,
Our closed eyes, that magic spell, our hearts did greet.

Sighing, we loved together,
Brushed sweetly by love's gentle feather,
Our soaring souls enmeshed, ensconced by trust,
We flew as one, as true lovers must.

Behold the stars, entrenched by eternal time,
Behold this fate, that seemed yours and mine,
Such treasure found, such wondrous pleasure,
Long awaited kisses, we loved together.

Each day we spent, hand in hand,
Composing love poems, in your native land,
Pan played his pipes,  garden flowers bloomed,
We laughed together, our hearts, they swooned.

Those generous months, as love did grow,
Precious life nourished us, birds sang, our cups overflowed,
Each day we kissed, held hands, love caressed our teary eyes,
Unvarnished honest truth, that priceless gem, sparkled undisguised.

Who would have thought, could such passion e'er refrain,
Distilled compassion, charity and grace, should never wane,
Yet storm clouds formed, a tempest, beseech the calm,
Our words confused, rewrote loves joyous psalm.

Diffused, our melded hearts did break,
I left your garden, packed my bags, my leave did take,
Tears filled my eyes, washing o'er my bleeding, wounded soul,
Flying into the night, across the ocean, I landed where the cruel north wind blows. 

Long months passed, my ears denied your cherished voice,
My darling, my love, my soul-mate choice,
Memories,, emblazoned in my mind, those times that were sublime,
Rememb'ring all those treasured moments, recalling love's wondrous time.

I stared into your deep, dark eyes,
I knew that love was wise,
I kissed you, now I miss you everyday.
My broken heart, still bleeding, wish that I had stayed.