Where In The World Is It Going

Where in the world is it going

Some say to darker and darker places

As evil spreads enveloping more and more hearts

The dark deeds of humankind seep into the soil

Crops of hate and greed grow without restraint

The battle will not be won

The earth’s corruption and end shall come

Or shall that light which seems so weak

Pierce the darkest days to come

And gentle kindness acts of love

Defeat the reign secure and sure

I know that light

Its warmth

Its grace

It saved this soul

From darkest day

And so I say

The day will come

The earth renewed

And evil gone

© Thomas Bergum 2017

Waiting For Eloise

Of all the people in my life

You fill a place with wonder light

Due to the miles apart

Our meetings planned are far between

As days are counted until we meet

I think of our last retreat

The silly words I shared with you

Your smile and laughter in return

The games we played and stories told

Our snacks and walks while seeing earth

Through your young eyes with wondering light

©2017 Thomas Bergum

The Mourning Light

We are lowly

No success can cover

The truth about us

We are needy

No wealth can conceal

Our poverty

But in the mourning light

Our soul can find

Its place

In Thee

©Thomas Bergum 2017

Obituary

Mr. Poet died yesterday as a result of a flood

He had been suffering from writer’s block for several years

It appears in the middle of the night the block gave way

As he was immersed in a torrent of words

Unable to deal with the deluge Mr. Poet was overcome

Dying doing the thing he loved

He is survived by the many love poems to his wife

The humorous poems about his children

And the many sonnets about his sisters

©2017 Thomas Bergum  

Splendorous Failure

The splendorous failure

Opened my heart

To God’s grace

The darkest moment

Shed light

On the divine conspiracy

I was captured

By love

And set free

For upside down living

Says lose one’s life

To find

Wonder

Beauty

Is just the beginning

©2017 Thomas Bergum

My Nudist Club

Never would I have imagined that after retirement

 I would be a member of a nudist club

Spending time with people

Who I have never seen clothed is odd

Let’s be clear here

 Lest my wife ground me

It is a men’s only club

Many are quite modest

 While others are completely comfortable

Lounging

 Loitering

 Parading

I have become skilled in averting my eyes

I’m one of the modest guys

I have found immodesty crosses

All ages

Cultures

Physiques  

There is no way to predict how a person will act                                                                                           

 While in the buff

Some with such dignified faces

 Are the most outlandish nudists

It is the price one pays

Sharing a locker room with others

©2017 Thomas Bergum

No Poem

No paper

Just letting the wind clear my mind

Taking in the world without intent

Listening to just hear

Allowing the beauty of nature to sink in

Let it marinate my flesh

Breathing in the wild aroma

While lying on a carpet of flowers

 That was yesterday

Today I must document my experience

A no poem

Poem

©2017 Thomas Bergum

Gears

I think I have a six speed

Poetry transmission

When I awake

I find out what gear

I’m in

Lark

Witty

Funny

Wonder

Love

Beauty

Soul

Oh I have a seven speed transmission

When I awake tomorrow

I may find my eight gear

©2017 Thomas Bergum