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.

So…

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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A Thousand-Thought Solution

Jun 30

What would really happen,

If a thousand times a day,

TulipsAll the thoughts I ever had,

Uplifted me some way?

 

Would my life get better?

What could I become?

If a thousand times a day,

My thoughts were kind and fun?

 

A thousand times a day,

If we chose every thought,

You know we’d change ourselves,

And our world would change a lot!

Chrysanthemum.jpg

So…

 

When daily thoughts start stinking,

Hit pause – and kindly say…

“I choose the thoughts I’m thinking,

One thousand times a day!”

 

 

Steve Dahl

A New Kind of Poetry is where you are required to think. I think.

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Roses Could Care Less

Jun 15

Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote these words, which inspired me to write the poetic response to follow: “These roses under my window make no reference to which roses were the better ones; they are what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time to them there is simply the Rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence. Before the leaf bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown flower there is no more; in the leafless root there is no less. Its nature is satisfied and it satisfies nature in all moments alike. There is no time to it.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson courtesy Wikipedia.com

Ralph Waldo Emerson courtesy Wikipedia.com

Ralph Waldo Emerson – Emerson’s Essays, page 48.

Roses Could Care Less

The Roses under my window,

Could care less what you think,

They splendor us with blossoms,

In reds and whites and pink.

 

They never seek approval,

They do not want your thoughts,

Sharing fragrance gracefully,

In garden rows and pots.

 

A Rose knows no tomorrow,

Its past does not exist,

Its fully present beauty,

Is something people missed.

So, the question is, if you were to accept who you were, what you have, how you look, who you are as of this moment; could you see your own beauty? Why can’t we be at peace with the present? If you spent less energy trying to run your life to imitate or impress others would your life have more joy? If you spent more time in gratitude for all that you have at this moment in time would you have less stress or more? How would your life be if you were in a state of “Fully present beauty?”

Here’s an assignment for you.

Ask yourself the questions above. Write about them. Then, make a decision about the life you want to have. Now, you’re thinking, “That’s going to be hard!” Well, I say, no, it’s easy. That way, I don’t have to say, “No one said this was going to be easy.” Because I just did. So there. Start writing. It’s easy.

 
Steve Dahl 
A New Kind of Poetry 
Copyright Steve Dahl 2015
 
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Suicide by Comparison

Jun 10

When I see someone much better than me,
There’s something you should know,
I put them on a pedestal,
And take a step below.
 man looks at himself in the mirror
When I see someone who really shines,
And everyone’s in awe,
I feel the envy, wince with pain,
And draw the shortest straw.
 
When I see someone that does it right,
And seems to have it all,
I die a little deep inside,
And feel so very small.
 
When I see someone with so much skill,
As blessed from head to toe,
I give up all my power,
My ego’s in control.
 
When I see someone much better than me,
I really should not care,
Suicide by comparison,
Is really not that rare.
 
When I see someone with gifts galore,
I need to let it be,
And recognize my gifts within,
And be impressed with… me.
 

This was inspired in part by a glimmer of insight I had while reading Ralph Waldo Emerson’s “Emerson’s Essays.” In it he talks about the human flaw of trying to please and appease others. He says that “imitation is suicide.” I think in today’s media-driven world, we are constantly comparing ourselves to each other. We must have a bigger car, a bigger house, a bigger bust, a bigger, and well, you get the picture. Emerson has clearly predicted the many challenges that society continues to face as we seek approval from others by imitation and comparison. Imitation and comparison is a dead-end game you just can’t win.

Steve Dahl 
A New Kind of Poetry 
Copyright Steve Dahl 2015
 
 
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That Inner Voice

Jun 04

And the wise man said,

“Follow your inner voice,”

Seemed like good advice, since,

lips red shhh brunetteThat gave me plenty of choice.

 

I have an inner voice of course,

Sometimes it’s rather meek,

At times it can be loud and brash,

And other times it’s weak.

 

But…

 

That inner voice is not alone,

There’s some I quite admire,

The problem comes when all at once,

Young Businesswoman with Her Finger on Her LipsThat voice becomes a choir.

 

 

One hundred voices singing loud,

With such divergent views,

“Do this, do that, say yes, say no,”

How is a mind to choose?

 

“Your inner voice will lead you well”,

The wise man softly said,

But if I do what they all say,

I think I’ll soon be dead!

 

There is a choir of voices between my ears belting out song after song of “yes and no” and “right and wrong.” Quite often, this choir wavers from the harmonious.

Yes, I understand the power and importance of stillness to hear that single guiding voice but the reality is, these voices still conflict and compete. There’s the “ego voice”, there’s the “Devil-made-me-do-it” voice. ”There’s the “shame voice,” the “inspiration voice,” and the “I-can-do-all-things-through-Christ voice.” And, of course, I must love them all. For a choir of monotonous voices would be, well, quite monotonous.

I don’t want to exclude all the voices but I do need to practice my intuitive and mindfulness skills enough to decipher which voice deserves attention first. The aha moment is this: I am not the voices I hear. I am the choir director. I get to hear these voices from a different vantage point and decide for myself.

As the choir director, I have a responsibility to continuously hold auditions to upgrade the blend of voices I allow to be heard. I keep narrowing down the voices to the few, the loud, and the harmonious but the practice is relentless. Kicking an unharmonious voice off of my cranial choir is never easy but it can be done.

Oops! Gotta run. Those blissful baritones and high-strung tenors are having a nasty debate over another of my life’s big decisions and rehearsal starts in twenty minutes.

Steve Dahl

A New Kind of Poetry

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