Dear Friends:

I'm still alive and kicking. Just wanted to let you know you and your support as loyal readers are not forgotten.  2021 was a rough year for me medically. I had to have 5 surgeries, and then again just 2 weeks ago - Feb 25 I had another one on my left foot. 

I had to endure an amputation of my toes on the left foot in 2021 and then subsequent fallout from that.  I'm doing well, able to walk, am in a boot.

I have been putting my creative energies of late into podcasting.  I'm approaching my 100th podcast soon and am going to make it a longer form an include greetings from many of my friends and supporters.  Be watching all social media sources, and if you don't follow me, I love for you to do just that. 

My user name is P Michael Biggs. 

Here's the link to my podcast:  Up-Words Podcast

Best Regards to you all!

P Michael Biggs

We Have a Kinship

We Have a Kinship

We Have a Kinship

We have a kinship,

both having survived. 

You, perhaps have survived

WWII, or the Korean scuffle. 

I survived childhood polio,

and other ailments 

and breaks, and scratches

and stuff. 

We survived school, math, 

sentence diagraming,

sometimes boring history classes,

and shop class. 

We have a kinship, 

for we have survived. 

I've survived heart surgery, 

a broken arm, dropped drum sticks,

and jobs that were good,

or great, or disappointing. 

And you have survived your

messes and mix-ups, 

successes and falls. 

We are survivors, if of nothing

but a sometimes mundane

and satisfying life. 

And our friendship, 

our kinship is intact. 

You are blocks away, 

or perhaps thousands of miles further,

and we are kin.  

We share life's experiences and 

we survive.

Welcome to the club.

A Time for Rhyme Poem Site

Originals by P Michael Biggs

Where Do You Put Tired?

Where Do You Put Tired?

© 2020 by P Michael Biggs

Everybody gets tired.

Marathon runners get tired.

Housewives do.

Farmers, ranchers,

and factory workers get tired.

Even writers and other creators.

After a while the brain

just needs a break from

creating and thinking and

going places no one

has gone before.

My friend Seth says that

people who take their turn

get tired.

I get that.

It’s scary taking your turn.

It’s exposing your underbelly,

and getting naked in the real sense.

That is exhausting, and tiring.

I put my tired to bed

for a good 9-10 hours

every night.

That restores me.

I dream, and snore,

and dream some more.

I rest and rejuvenate,

and come morning

my body says, “Thank You”

and “Go have a great day.”

We all get tired.

Just find a place to park it

every once in a while

and then go back

to your exciting life.

A Time for Rhyme Poem Site

Originals by P Michael Biggs

A Fresh View of Wholeness

A Fresh View of Wholeness

© 2020 by P Michael Biggs

In the beginning …

Parker Palmer said it.

“Wholeness does not mean perfection;

it means embracing brokenness

as an integral part of life.”

I guess I am whole, in light of this.

I am imperfect. My body is imperfect.

I have flaws, weaknesses, disabilities.

I can’t move as swiftly as before.

I have to take more frequent rests.

And so, I am embracing my lacks.

I am accepting my limitations.

I am imperfect, yet whole.

Now that’s a fresh thought.

A Time for Rhyme Poem Site

Originals by P Michael Biggs

I Know Where I'm Going

I Know Where I’m Going

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

I know where I’m going.

You are welcome to tag along

if you like.

Know this …

I wanna be what I wanna be,

not what you want

me to be.

If you can handle that,

then let’s go on some adventures.

If not, then we shall agree

to disagree in an agreeable fashion.

A Time for Rhyme Poem Site

Originals by P Michael Biggs

A Poem about Naked

A Poem about Naked

© 2020 by P Michael Biggs

I just wrote this bit of prose.

I just got naked

I used to sing a lot of solos.

Boy did I expose my nakedness.

Every time I write a blog,

I’m as naked as a jay-bird.

A few times in life,

I’ve had to apologize

to someone for something.

I got real naked in those moments.

Sometimes at work I’ll present an idea.

People see my nakedness.

My friend made a coconut cream pie.

She really showed her nakedness.

You see, my naked friend.

When we do anything boldly,

and we present it to the world,

we stand naked and proudly say

I am glad to show you the full

and unadulterated me.

A Time for Rhyme Poem Site

Originals by P Michael Biggs

And God Moved

And God Moved

© 2020 by P Michael Biggs

I was born 71 years ago,

and God has moved

in my life ever since.

I broke my arm at nine,

and God moved.

I got my first job

at Redford’s Five & Dime

and God moved.

I lived my dream of

soloing with my

high school band,

and God moved.

The longed-for day came

when I went off to college,

and God moved.

I graduated on time,

and God moved.

My first job came along

in Orlando,

and God moved.

Then came Albuquerque,

Seattle, South Carolina,

Indiana, Texas,

and back to Seattle,

and God moved.

I’ve had incredible highs

in my careers,

and painful lows.

and through it all

God moved.

I’ve come through

Kennedy’s assassination,

the MLK marches,

the pros and cons

of Vietnam,

I endured Watergate,

Clinton’s lies,

the devastation of 911

and God moved.

Even today, with rioting,

burning of cities,

destruction of property,

anger and frustration,

I see God still moves.

Somehow, I believe

He is still around,

still watching,

still making cause and effect

in subtle ways.

Our woes and joys

are not at an end.

We are, perhaps,

not even at the

beginning of the end.

Maybe we are

at the end of

of the beginning.

This I know.

God is moving.

A Time for Rhyme Poem Site

Originals by P Michael Biggs