Terrible Poet

Not at all What I wanted to see.  Had I not been so focused On self sufficient me- I would not have missed all The lovely trees! May be the challenge is still yet, A fine line between Balancing & Flexibility? Does the forest have high valleys? Cliffs, hills, and streams? Do not forget the hollers edge- Oh, be sure! Examine every ledge! Perhaps meticulous surfing of intricacies Depends on gracefully meeting adversities…. Or somewhere in between? Some call tragedy, Some call love- Many transmute former to above... More still yet are calling, As above so below- For all the lovely trees… Here in lies the secret to seeing what you want to see... We conquered animosities, leveled curiosity- Someday you’ll write the book About how we saved Our lovely trees… Actively seeing Requires participation & presence too Sidelines no more. Be inspired & Be prompted Adding your homily- Ode to saving all The lovely trees…   ©lbaccus December 2019

Mythology of heart, Told while worlds fall apart...  Resulting from different views- Bouncing like magnets repel.  A reason why unifying events Are vitally important, Views shift &  Align on common threads... As the current flows... Love is almagamated.                               Choose love.    lbaccus february 2 2020  

And so i stand, With these threads in hand- Of the various thoughts  I researched and chased fervently Trying to quench my thirst over the years... Now- Looking back to where I began, I see A glorious tapestry taking form... Alas, I only describe one part of the elephant as I perceive it… I want to see the whole beautiful beast! Don’t you? The tapestry is waiting for you to pick up threads and describe your part of the elephant...so we can all see the big picture.  Together. That's why storytelling is vitally important.                        -Lora Baccus Excerpt from my personal essay,  Roots ©️lbaccus February 2019

A foot is sure and solid... Walking in love Clothed in it Robed in it One step By step Love is the only way No matter the shade I see the door &             Open it Taking it sights and realms So inexplicably Beautiful! One Source at the helm Cannot be painted with mere words Or verse… *** Love these words or not Chew them up, digest them Or spit them back at me Throw them back in my face I’ll love every last word Relishing every verse- My words are made of the love I fully embrace   Love is the only way &  Light on the our path Irrespective of religious belief  Or ideology Carefully consider those you “believe” are different from you Is it me       or... Is it you ? Whose missing the forest For chopping down trees? Carving out safe spaces For precious room to breath Lest we forget the Ancient ones Who gave us precious air For our respiring meditations     ©lbaccus january 2 2020

Communing with ancestors  Golden waves of love Realizing each incarnation  Is a part of you Staring into the void In order to see above    You are strong You are loved Blessed Protected Healed See now Poets write in arcane verse- Our ancestors are the old ones  Universal thought Will guide us in love As soon as folks are done                             Dividing  We’ll be in the world to come.   ©lbaccus january 9 2020

exist profound, mundane  striving, growing, holding  day to day and in the same ways we are @baccusbee #OurPoetryX

Want to make the world a better place                                   & Leave your mark? Then don't leave this world known as an                                  Untrustworthy person- That power is only in your hands.     ©lbaccus january 13 2020

And now, an additional word from our sponsor:  *Progeny Peas* Eat them or plant them.  Just don't waste them! This account has been known to frequently claim:  "Love is the key. Use it." The message behind this statement isn't regarding gush and mush.  Unless you find your gush progress from mush into true love.  If so, by all means it would then apply here as well, but it's just a fraction of the entire intended meaning from her head in the clouds.  One of the things this individual is alluding to with her claim of love being the key, points to the fact there is a significant difference between optimism and positivity (especially the toxic kind). Optimism is a current we catch, carry and hold onto- like an anchor for hope.  It's really so much more than that though... It's also resilience, peace, and mental fortitude to name a few examples... Or choosing to do the right thing, when at the moment it might be easier to do the wrong thing....

mature peas busting out of the pod, no more room to grow  destined to roll across a plate chased by forks, maybe sit in cans on shelves for who knows how long- or stuffed in bags in cold dark freezers risking the cold burn... the lucky ones though, go back to soil  & produce more progeny... living on in pea memory.  @baccusbee #OurPoetryX

is being a fortress builder on brand? more likely comes off as bland... no slight of hand, as i dance to the rhythm of my own band...  i've never understood marketing land, why can't we just be ourselves? wouldn't that be grand! (and not so hard to understand) please, dear soul- don't build your house on sand.  @baccusbee #vss365