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!

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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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The Straight Truth About Gay Marriage

Jun 26

Has marriage gone crazy?
There are people in bed,
Who don’t share our values,Portrait of a Gay Couple
And should never be wed!
 
All this gay stuff is silly,
Lesbians are too,
We must fight for our marriage,
And stop what they do!
 
You see marriage is sacred,
Not a “Play” we call “Rent”,
It is sacred quite often,
(Well ‘bout 50 percent!)
 
But while murders continue,
And wars scorch this earth,
We must stop this gay marriage,
Or what is life worth?
 
All this fighting and killing,
We should really ignore,
Stopping gays from committing,
Is what we live for!
 
But wait… Are you kidding me?
  
There’s starvation and depression,
Is there something I’ve missed?
Why’s stopping gay marriage,
At the top of the list?
 
We have poverty and violence,
The most terrible you’ll find,
Gay marriage an issue?
Are you out of your mind?
 
These priorities I question,
And traditional ways,
Hetero myself,
I don’t worry about gays.
 
There’s much more to worry ‘bout,
Bigger fish we could fry,
All this hatred ‘bout love,
Well it should make you cry.
 
Priorities are mixed up,
I mean mixed up a lot,
When it’s love and commitment,
Give the gay guys a shot!
 

 Steve Dahl

Hey, if marriage is so sacred how come so many religious fanatics get divorced? I’m just sayin’. Given the recent supreme court decision on gay marriage, can we move on to something important now?

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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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When Black or White Kids Die – The Lessons of Ferguson

Jun 08

A black man kills a white man,
A white man kills a black,
This cycle just continues,
Is there no turning back?
 
Black and White Violence in Ferguson

Black and White Violence in Ferguson – Illustration by Elliot Dahl 

The news will cover this one,
Yet let another slide,
Opinion polls will drive us,
To choose a colored side.
 
Our hearts will ache regardless,
The colors of our skin,
We justify our anger,
And locate next of kin.
 
Black mothers mourn, white ones sob,
When black or white kids die,
Who’s right or wrong? 
God only knows.
 
But still I wonder why…
 
It’s all so tragic – undeserved,
But is it black and white?
When will we learn the time has come,
To finally end this fight?
 

Of the 1,235 murders that took place in the United States last month, how many of them garnered national media attention? Shouldn’t they all? Weren’t they all part of someone’s racist, biased, fear-based, greed-driven decision to take something from another, control another, or destroy another? Why do some stories get tons of media attention as “hate crimes” or “another meaningless murder” while others go virtually unnoticed? Aren’t they all hate crime? Aren’t they all meaningless?

The only way this will ever stop or even slow down the rate of violence in America is by teaching our families and ourselves the importance of respect, forgiveness, communication, and tolerance. Who will you forgive today? How can you show more respect? In what areas of your life could you be more tolerant? Where could your communication skills use improvement?

Let’s NOT unite against police brutality. Let’s NOT unite against black on white crime. Let’s just unite… as people.

 

Steve Dahl

 

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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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Escape Where I’m at

Mar 12

I am confused by the chaos and solitude’s appeal,
I am frightened by the terror of retreating’s good feel,
I just want to escape but this we both know,
That voice is correct there is no place to go!brain
 
To engage with more people, yet still be alone,
It’s a schizophrenic feeling, and I doubt I’m alone,
Have you ever tried to be present, and still so far away?
Like your body’s in Topeka and your mind’s in LA?
 
You can’t live your life– with your heart in two places,
You can’t hug your friends– while ignoring their faces,
You can’t go away, and still try remain,
You can’t avoid love, and still avoid pain.
 
The peace that I’m seeking, in the noise that I need,
Is present right now– with each breath I breathe,
I don’t need to go further, I’m ignoring this chat,
If I stay where I am, I’ll escape where I’m at.
 
 
Sometimes you just gotta wonder what’s going on inside that skull of some people, don’t you? 
 
Copyright Steve Dahl 2015 for some strange reason. 
 
 
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The Wolf

Nov 29

The Wolf Illustration by Dahl for A New Kind of Poetry.com

The Wolf. Pencil by Dahl

Between the trees,

His eyes appear,

Focused vision,

Crystal clear.

  

Canine power,

Gentle brawn,

And in a blink,

The wolf is… gone.

 

Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks? This is the first piece of art I’ve drawn beyond your basic stick men in a few decades (Thanks to a little coaching from an art teacher, an art course, and a lot of patience)!

This guy took about three hours total time with a 2B pencil. I love other people’s art so much I decided to stop just admiring it and start doing it.

More to come. Kinda fun.

Steve

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Ordinary Miracles

Oct 07

 

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They come in waves,
 
Most quite unseen,
 
Miraculous subtle ways,
 
Amazing in their frequency,
 
On ordinary days.
 

Steve

 

Another fine piece of art in the form of a card from Wick!

 
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