Terrible Poet

on prehnite mountain, I lay my bare bones hot...parched… weary- finding relief & rejuvenation of spirit I release my sorrows & pain  washed away  by tears flowing into a river,  down the mountain & out to the sea... poetry by lbaccus april 12 2019 @baccusbee

humans impelled change gratefully for the better  look back to our past we evaluate  where we were and are now thank the stars above  @baccusbee #ScifaikuSaturday

Our Matrix is rapidly changing,  Doors to elsewhere are opening for travelers- All aboard!!! Unbridled data,  Ones and zeros everywhere...  Bouncing around like sugar plum fairies dance in a child's head. @baccusbee #vss365

Look not away from what matters or become lost in amusing distractions... Born were we, for this time of walking the wire!!! Just a few more steps, my friend... Hold our mouths just right- crossing our fingers; pray if we must. Let us uphold one another in thought and love as intentional support... May we protect our energy like fierce Mother bears protect their cubs; Father bears, you too. Forbidding it be siphoned by vampires and leeches; they always want more... Leaving us with vapid pallors, melancholies & more.  Do not consent.  Say, "No more!" Hold the line.  Build anew. Me & you. @baccusbee #vss365 

Let us lament our fallen, Men and women lost in service to their countries.  Take a moment and say a prayer for the grieving (and the traumatized) & bid safe passage to the departed on their journey ahead.  May this elegy honor them & Comfort those who mourn.  @baccusbee #vss365

I had a dream about spirits of old, ambling around in dusty corridors shaking their chains.  Waking the living... Clearly, I see the message is about rattling the chains, not cages.  In other words, Fellow traveler-  Ring the bells! Ring your bells!!!  Ring a bell sound familiar? Ring a bell to remember?  Ring a bell together- Chase negativity away & Keep it at bay.  Revive the bells in our town squares, set the bells tolling & keep them rolling.  It's a match in the dark for us to see our way.  Ring the bells!  @baccusbee

ruminations linger- cosmic mysteries on my mind, how everything works together... in order...and right on time  really can't help but wonder... if it really is  turtles all the way down... @baccusbee lbaccus poetry June 24, 2019 turtles all the way down

a serendipitous life guys- is not much to ask & hear me out- it's rained on me for sure,  i danced in light to survive the night- just another day of being human.  i chose to control what i can though,  as if I have a universal remote,  i turn the volume down on strife. what a difference it's made... @baccusbee #vss365

the nightmare is nobody talks anymore.  we just assume and keep hurling the same tired insults.  it's a shame.  we have more in common than we think.  i'm just saying our world won't get better until people themselves try to improve,  including me. @baccusbee #vss365

thoughts are seeds blooming as flowers  vibrantly colored intentions & fragrant energy growing out of our minds rooted in the deep darkness of our soul  pulling down life sustaining nutrients  to the root- anchored in the dimmest recesses of self  a place most dare not even look healing us from inside out @baccusbee ©lbaccus december 21 2019/flowers

Quietly I whisper to anyone who will listen, taking a deep breath not so much of frustration but of concern. I'm starting to understand what my Mother & Grandmother felt when they were feeling the burdens of others so deeply.  My grandmother always talked about being able to see the train coming but not being able to do anything about it in regards to situations in people's lives. I remember her saying, "Somethings we just have to live through." She helped people carry their burdens and never seemed to wear down.  Maybe she was given a window of perception into some lives in order to pray for them and offer emotional  support.  Now that I have your attention, let me pass on some of her advice she gave to me. I've missed the mark many a day, but I do my best every new day I'm graced with.  And it is this- "Don't ever get so proud you think you're past or above the anguish of crestfallen days." Pausing and maintaining eye contac...

lackluster days haunt me still, walking uphill- gales whip me about, like a tempest windstorm sending shivers, tremors up my spine. i wonder- i wonder yet... maybe forever more- can a being attain Nirvana if everything isn't perfectly sublime? @baccusbee #vss365 @OurPoetryX #bravewrite

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....