We Need Dreamers

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

We need a few dreamers,

people who go where

we should not go,

men and women who

brave the wilderness,

who map out new frontiers,

who invent the future.

Yes, we need a few dreamers.

We need dreamers who will

overcome the nay-sayers,

and run past ‘stop signs’

just because they can.

We need dreamers who

see tomorrow today,

who lead us where 

we don’t know

we need to go.

We need dreamers 

who will help invent 

what we need 

even though we don’t know 

what we need

We need dreamers who look

at the distant hills and say,

“I wonder what’s over there,”

and then they go

and find out.

We need dreamers 

who don’t know the bounds 

of earth, and time, and space.

They just go out 

and find the edges,

and push them further out.

They dream of ‘what if’ and then …

they lasso it and bring it home.

Where can we find

some dreamers like this?

Where, indeed.

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Writing the Narrative

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

We write the narrative of our lives.

We make the rules,

we set the standards,

we play the game.

 

We invent expectations.

We direct the movies in our minds

of what happens, when, how, where.

We dress ourselves in robes

and act the part we see.

We put on restraints.

“Oh, I could never …”

“Oh, I always do …”

“Oh, that’s not me at all.”

We limit our tastes,

we limit our reach,

we limit our possibilities,

we put restraints on our hearts.

We write the narrative of our lives.

It’s in our hearts.

It’s in our minds, and therefore

we act out of our narrative.

And if we ever dared the ‘what if’...

Well, that would either be

Heaven or suicide.

If we opened our eyes,

our minds, our heart

to what is possible.

Now wouldn’t that be something?

I wonder if I can hold

the pen for a while.

What if I dabble in the possible?

What if I unleash one tiny dream?

What would become of me?

Oh, my friend.

You become poet extraordinaire.

You become creator and king.

You become director and producer.

You begin the journey toward

becoming a whole and complete you.

Here’s the pen. 

Go write!

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Sometimes I Steal

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

Sometimes I steal.

I see something I like

and I take it

and make it my own.

I saw a choral director once

and I really liked his style.

I stole from him.

I stole his hunch of shoulder,

his small subtle moves

and the grand sweeping

swing of his baton.

I read a book and stole from it.

The author touched me profoundly

and I liked his words so much

that I adopted them as my own.

He said ‘believe in yourself, your ideas’,

and so, I did.

He said, ‘you can …’

and so, I am.

He said, ‘forgive others,’

and so, I forgave.

He said, ‘what if’

and I thought, and pondered,

and tried, and pretended,

and so, some of my dreams

became more than ‘what if’.

They became real.

I borrow and steal
every day.

I am a thief,

And I am happy.

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