What Can I Be

What Can I Be?

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

I wonder what it is

that I can be today?

Will I cure cancer?

Will I be a dancer?

What will I be today?

Will I right a wrong?

Will I write a song?

Will I do anything memorable?

Of what am I capable?

What can I be today?

I could sit by the sea.

I could train a few fleas.

I could mind my ‘q’s and ‘p’s

Or I could put on my skies.

I’d rather figure out what

I can best be.

I can be me, the best of me

the world did ever see.

That is what I can be.

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We Just Begin

We Just Begin

Behold the great Pyramids of Egypt.

One fine day someone made a start,

and look at what we have today.

And so, goes life and art,

music and enterprises,

and great romances.

We just begin.

We stretch out our hands,

our hearts in faith and say,

“This may work.”

We begin.

Yes, we change along the way;

we morph, we grow, we create,

we scratch what we’ve created,

and we keep trying.

I say, let us begin whatever rising idea

is bursting from within.

I say, bring it forth,

for we will never know what we need

if you don’t show us what you can do

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Loving You Is Easy

Loving You Is Easy

Loving you is easy.

     We understand each other, I think.

We share so many likes,

          so many moments of doing nothing

             except being … together;

                    moments of calm, of music, of conversation, and movies.

We walk, we talk, we laugh,

we stop and smell the roses on Sunset.

                                We seek the little

                                hide-a-way breakfast places.

                                     We rate their coffee, we remember their food,

                                      all while fanning the flame of love.

I’ll reach out and take your hand,

   Sometimes for warmth,

      mostly for connection.

         And when we fall silent, It’s simply because

words are not needed in those moments,

because loving you is so easy

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 An original poem by P Michael Biggs