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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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We Hunger for Love

We Hunger for Love

© 2020 by P Michael Biggs

Mother Teresa said it long ago.

“There is more hunger

for love and appreciation

in this world

than for bread.”

And it is so.

We long to be loved,

to be validated,

to be esteemed.

We seek recognition

simply because we live.

What is my part

in this grand drama?

To seek ways in which I

give out love, I honor,

I esteem my fellow man.

I see you as a valid individual,

not one that I can use

for my own gain.

You are worthy

of love and respect

simply because you ARE!

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Intention

Intention

© 2020 by P Michael Biggs

My heart surgeon didn’t accidentally

do heart bypass on me.

He saw the need and that

he could cause a cure.

My second violinist friend

doesn’t just practice when

he’s in the mood.

He has intention of playing

a perfect concert,

and so, he practices.

The pilot on my last flight

didn’t fly safely just because

his supervisor was watching.

He wanted to get us to our

destination safely, and he did.

We do things on purpose,

with intention,

cause we care, we value others,

and we expect the same

from others.

I intend to treat you

with kindness and respect.

You deserve this most of all.

What do you intend?

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A Couple of Good Poems

A Couple of Good Poems

by Dr. Seuss

Hand-Me-Downs

Hand-Me-Downs

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

I grew up in a

hand-me-down time and place

Clothes passed from Donny

to Me to Randall.

I had to grow into

many shirts and coats,

pants and shoes.

And all was right

in my world.

I’ve been given

hand-me-down ideas.

Yes sir, no sir, please and thank you.

Religion too.

I remember this story.

Bob and Jane are preparing

for Easter dinner.

They are having ham

And all the fixings.

Jane reminds Bob to

cut the ends off the ham.

Why?

Because that’s what

my Mom always did.

Why?  Let’s call Mom.

She said, “That’s what

My Mom always did.”

Why?  Let’s call Grandma.

Grandma, why do you

cut the ends off the ham

before baking it?

She was suspicious,

And answered cautiously.

Because my baking dish

was too short.

That’s why.

So, what hand-me-down ideas

are you passing on

just because your

baking dish is too short?

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When Things Go Wrong

When Things Go Wrong

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

(This poem is marked UNKNOWN. It is not

mine, yet I love the thoughts found here.)

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,

When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,

And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow,

Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;

So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
~ Unknown

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Saturday Morning

Saturday Morning

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

It’s Saturday morning.

We had my French toast

with bananas in brown sugar,

rum, and other flavors.

Yum! Yum!

We slept in. 

I wrote.

She listened to a book.

We did nothing

and enjoyed every minute

of it.

I love Saturday mornings.

After a busy week

it is our oasis.

Later today,

we go out … out and about.

Where, we don’t much care.

How long, we don’t have a clock set.

All we know is this …

we get to be together,

together on this lovely Saturday,

doing nothing to the best

of our abilities.

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