This Monday Poetry for April 13, 2026 is Close Your Eyes, Open Wide. (Not to be taken literally).
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Doctor’s Visit
Close your eyes, open wide
take your medicine.
Have faith in science,
blind or otherwise;
for Science is God.
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Get in line, get injected.
Get measured. Get tested.
You are full of germs,
viruses and infectious,
so close your eyes, open wide
take your medicine.
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Cancer is coming
to a theatre near you.
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The Love Tree paperback
Life can change in an instant, especially when extraterrestrials shatter the windows to our soul.
For some of us, it’s a spiritual epiphany, for others it can be an occluded blackout.
In our physical universe as we know it, life begets death. Death begets life. That is our physical dimensional reality.
We exist in other dimensions as well as our existence on the physical plane, and thus the life death cycle so engrained into our reality is quite frankly, an illusion. The physical body dies, but the non physical body persists to reincarnate into the physical or live in another dimension altogether. Past life memories are now common place and electronically verifiable.
As my poem depicts, I have experienced other dimensions and have certainty that we have not been alone on this planet from its inception. Humanity is just one dimension of many that co-exists on this one physical plane we call Earth. There are three trillion planets extrapolated to exist just in the milky way alone. Just one of those planets has enough dimensions to make our heads spin. Dimensions and life in the Milky Way?
Even among our species their are many universes not containable within the confines of time and space. Extraterrestrials exist without our agreement. We are phenomenon but not the only ones. Any argument to the contrary is an impossibility so great that, yes, it is impossible. I have been there and have experienced when extraterrestrials shatter the windows to our soul.
Just like humanity, in that experience, I am not alone.
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Cross Over
There exists a world
few have ever seen. Those that have
are awe struck… completely
turned inside out and upside down
within the realm of what is
and what isn’t. They instantly know
Extraterrestrials exist, that there
is no such thing as “death”,
just a soft but vibrant susurrus
from the heart of creation, from the all
of existence, from the very beginning
before the beginning began. They behold
God is what God is, indescribable
in indefinable terms, incomprehensible
as the all-ness of is-ness
or the everything of forever-ness
where the essence of man has always been.
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Book 2 in my Conversations With Sasquatch book series Cross Over
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Out Of The Night
I see hope out there
on the horizon
where our shady past has folded its tent
and surrenders to the future.
Like pure reason, this gesture has a specific gravity,
something solid and tangible
as a smile. It is here
in this sacred concept
that so many things flourish and truly belong
and others that just plain shouldn’t be—
like sirens shrieking and red lights flashing, rioters
flinging curses and firebombs
from the deepest dark of our human rights.
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Broken promises are like taking 60 grit sandpaper to your self worth and integrity, a sure route to self imposed victimhood.
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Mondays are a good day for opening the week like a gift. Something to unwrap and enjoy like an eclair or a cinnamon roll. Since I don’t bake, I’d have to go out to the Amish Bakery to get you one of those . Not, so a poem will have to do. You can swallow it whole or chew on it.
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To compromise a truth with a half-truth, false data or a lie is a small death. Many small deaths add up to one big one. With each death self-doubts creep in. More misdeeds and stupidity ensue. Don’t succumb. Integrity is far more important than being liked. Truth is far more important than money or imagined prestige, truth is the strength of everything life stands for. It is your ability to hold a position in space, it is certainty in the face of deceit and your unwavering ability to confront the presence of evil. When all boiled down, truth is you.
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The turkeys have found our tree. There was a partridge last year but he is too late to the feast this time around. The gobblers are neither shy nor subtle, they leave little in their wake but broken twigs and excrement. The thousands of little red apples are history. At least I won’t have to trim the tree next summer, they did a pretty fair job.
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If you have a birdwatcher in the family, “The Kirtland’s Warblers” makes a great gift anytime of year. https://www.amazon.com/dp/194073679X
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The future? It is boundless and full of whatever our thoughts and actions manifest, willingly or unwilling. Be cause over those thoughts and open a door that leads to the riches of plenty. Amen.
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There’s a blizzard wielding a mighty blow in the North. It is getting cold in the Governor’s office in Minneapolis. The shape-shifters are out in force, they are slipping on the ice and their own tongues.
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