Between Guilt and Shame

Mar 23

Knowing this difference,

Will help you get far,

Guilt is behavior,Eye art

While shame’s who you are.


Guilt is forgiven,

You can let go and learn,

While shame simply smolders,

To fester and burn.


So decide on your blunders,

Take a much closer look,

Is it you that’s so stupid,

Or the action you took?


You see guilt’s a great teacher,

But shame just destroys,

Shame lives inside you,

While guilt just annoys.


So let’s be gentle,

And for everyone’s sakes,

Let go of your blunders,

Don’t become your mistakes.


Brene Brown’s courses do one thing for me, consistently. They make me think. They make me think deep. They make me think long. They just make me think. On those days when I’m feeling guilty or shameful I remind myself that I get to define those words. Knowing the difference between shame and guilt doesn’t make either one of them feel a little bit less yet somehow the increased awareness seems like a good thing. Highly recommend the funny, blunt, and effective Brene Brown.

By the way that amazing eyeball art? I don’t feel a bit guilty that I painted it.

Steve Dahl

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Leave This Teen Alone!

Dec 24

Leave me alone,
Get off of my case,
I’m over 16,
Get out of my face!Poetry about a bully teen

Leave me alone,
But let me be clear,
I welcome some freedom,
But don’t disappear.

Leave me alone,
But please not tonight,
I’m calling from jail,
I’ve been in a fight.

Leave me alone,
And I’ll die in this place,
Can’t you see fear,
All over my face?

Leave me alone,
But please don’t forget,
I look like a man,
But I’m not a man yet.

Leave me alone,
But please mom and dad,
I need my parents,
Before things get bad.

Leave me alone,
But please keep me close,
These are the years,
I need you the most.



From a teen’s point of view, they want freedom but not abandonment. How many parents see our growing kids as adults once they look like an adult? How many of us let our teens have everything their way once they turn 16? How many of us think our teens just need to “figure it out.” Teens might want their freedom but they need discipline. They need guidance. They need parents.

Fact is, a young adult mind is not fully developed until somewhere past the age of 25. We can give them freedom but we can’t give them up. Keep them close. Our job as a parent is not to be out children’s buddies but to be our children’s teacher.

Okay, sounds a bit like a preach session here but this is important. So are  our kids. Just be there.

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The Road to Mediocrity

Dec 24

It’s the road well travelled,
That everybody knows,poetry of the fork in the road
It’s what most people take,
Since they know where it goes.

It’s a popular road,
But I can’t comprehend it,
Why so many still use it,
I don’t recommend it.

It’s the safe way to go,
To a mediocre place,
Where nothing new happens,
And snails set the pace.

So if you’re on the road,
Called “Be Realistic”,
Make a U-turn right now,
Or your dream’s a statistic.

poetry of road signsConform if you like,
You have everything to lose,
But your future depends,
On which road you choose.


Steve Dahl

Don’t let anyone tell you it’s important to “Be realistic” in visioning your future. There is power in that vision of yours so don’t let others cloud it with their fears or concerns. Don’t just take the road before you, choose the one that will take you to your dreams.

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Awesome Possum

Dec 24

If you’re playing life safe,
Like a faking-dead possum,
Then average is fine,poetry poem
But you’ll never be awesome.


If you’re ready to change,
Then don’t think it twice,
Get started right now,
And please take this advice.

Reimagine your future,
Say a year down the road,
Reimagine what’s different,Poetry of Daisys
Living life extra bold.

How will you feel,
Waking up every day,
When the world is your playground,
And your purpose is play?

How will you feel,
Being healthy and strong,
Being focused and active,
Alive all day long?

How will you feel,
Watching everything blossom,
As you let go of average,
And become fully awesome!

Steve Dahl

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One More Treatment

Nov 06

Intensive cares are nasty,summer sunset
Feeding tubes are bad,
When improvement isn’t likely,
We all agree it’s sad.

But life is still worth living,
If it’s just another day,
When we spend our time forgiving,
And we talk and laugh and play!

Do you want to have a party?
Watch a sunset by the sea?
Do you want to be with loved ones?
Go to sleep beneath a tree?


Would you rather one more treatment?
Give it everything you’ve got,
Be the fighter you are known as,
And give this one more shot?

There are no easy answers,
There’s a quality to select,
There’s a time for talking options,
There’s a time when we reflect.

But there’s also time for planning,
Telling others how you’ll go,
If you keep your thoughts a secret,
How’s a loved one sposed to know?

There’s a circle were all living,
From its grip there’s no release,
And the sooner we accept it,
The sooner we’ll find peace.


A New Kind of Poetry

After attending a conference recently on palliative care and hospice, I was struck by the theme amongst so many thoughtful health professionals. They told moving stories of so many people who fought and survived and fought and lost battles with long-term illness. The common message was that people dealing with difficult health decisions all do it differently.

Some want to fight, some want to let nature take its course. Some want to die at home and others want to have technology give them every last minute of life no matter what. What struck me most is the simple reminder that I have no right to judge what someone else decides to do with their plan.

How anyone wants to leave this world is a totally independent decision. Do you have your advance directives in place? Have you shared your plans for end-of-life treatment? It’s never too early to share your end-of-life plan but when things get rough, it’s often too late. Learn more about palliative care at my day job,


Steve Dahl


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Our Plastic Attraction

Nov 06

There’s hazardous material at the sushi bar,morgue file plastic2811238852158
There’s choking dolphins at the beach not far,
There’s a plastic bottle used once not more,
There’s a plastic gyre floating just off shore.


There’s a sea of change in our ways ahead,
There’s a plastic diet in birds found dead,
There’s a white Tsunami made of bottle caps,
There’s a need for change when you see the facts.


There’s a ton of trash floating out to sea,
There’s a poisonous cost when we let it be,
There’s a fee too high for this plastic attraction,CB036270
There’s a price we pay for our plastic inaction.


There’s a filthy ocean no longer clear,
There’s just no reason putting plastic in here,
There’s a choice we make every single day,
So please think twice before you throw it away.


A New Kind of Poetry

The amount of plastic floating out to sea from our trashy ways is not just ugly, it’s poisonous for all life. It’s getting worse every day. What will you do to stop contributing to this mess?

Copyright 2015

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In Five Tiny Seconds

Sep 04


 In five tiny seconds,

You know you must choose,

The veggies or cake,

And how much you’ll lose.

In five tiny seconds,

Well, can you resist?

Temptations of sweets,

While cravings persist?

In five tiny seconds,

You quickly decide,

Commitments to keep,

And those you let slide!


You’ve heard of the five second rule when it comes to dropping your food on the floor? Well consider this five second rule. How strong are your commitments? Do you hesitate before deciding? If it takes more than five seconds to decide, then is it really a commitment? Dang I hate those questions.

Don’t you love that tempting artistic cupcake by my friend Wick? But is it better than carrot sticks? Well…

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Poetic Jealousy

Aug 16

The guy is amazing,
A best-selling poet,
He’s popular and –
Of course we all know it!Author of boring rhymes

 We’re impressed by his style,
Of rhyming a lot,
But what the guy says,
Just doesn’t mean squat!

You should see all the books,
This author has written,
He sells them online,
From Japan to Great Britain.

He’s sold more than most,
Of poets in history,
Yet, what the guy says,
Remains a big mystery.

I don’t understand his,
Audience rapture,
He bores me to death,
Each tedious chapter.Boring Rhymes Reader image

But people still love his,
Rhyming editions,
Of page after page of,
Dull compositions.

His books do not move me,
To change what I do,
They sure don’t inspire,
Or challenge my view.

But one thing’s for certain
On this – I’m quite zealous,
His words make it clear,
That I’m totally jealous!


A New Kind of Poetry is all about inspiration. And, a little perspiration. I recently read Harry Baker’s poetic book – The Sunshine Kid. A friend gave it to me to read after we watched his Ted Talk poetic presentation. Here it is:

I thoroughly enjoyed his Ted Talk and his book was good but not as great as him live. And it got me to thinking – how easy it is for me to judge others for their efforts, while not lifting a finger. All of us are critics yet most of us don’t take the plunge to do what those we criticize have even done! Hence, the self-reflective poetic probe above. What are you critiquing that you haven’t done yourself?

I’m not really criticizing Harry Baker’s book in the piece above, as much as I am reflecting on myself. His book isn’t boring but there are many a book out there that are, but at least those authors have a book! They gave it their best shot!

Steve Dahl



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What is All This Woo-Woo?

Jul 20

What is all this woo-woo,Rainbow over lake cropped

This prayerful healing stuff?

I’m not so sure I get it,

My problem’s way too tough!


Some swear there is no heaven,

Some pray there is no hell,

Some say that only doctors,

Can make us feel so well.


But what if meditation,

And all the ways to pray,

Could heal what ails inside me,

And let pain fade away!


Then I’d quit paying doctors,

And all those hellish bills,

And have more healing options,

That don’t reside in pills.


I think I’ll try this woo-woo,

I kind of like its feel,

When I let woo-woo enter,

I let my body heal!


Have you tried everything else? To heal what ails you, maybe it’s time to stop looking outside and turn inside.

© Copyright 2015 Steve Dahl

A New Kind of Poetry

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