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Published by James Picard
This podcast celebrates my love of poetry. I’ve been writing poetry for about 4 1/2 decades and after years of hauling around boxes of poetry books and scatters of paper with poetry scribbled in both sides I decided to unload the boxes and share with you my poetic creations.
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Sometimes if you are a skinny skinny or a fatty fatty or even a shorty shorty, no one is aware. So many things go under the radar in life and no one really knows… but on the odd occasion …
A poem of dedication that I just wrote this morning. “The Dream of Dreams We Dream” … enjoy.
Two poems selected randomly from my second book of poetry entitled, “A Pilgrimage to My Soul” ‘Violins Playing’ / ‘Dream of You’
Death has been a good friend of mine ever since I was a young child. He’s always been there for me, if I ever needed him. I can always tell when he’s close by as I can smell him … but he doesn’t smell the way you might think he would … it’s much better than you may think.
I have always loved animals. I don’t trust someone who doesn’t love animals and I don’t trust someone who an animal doesn’t love. I love spending time with cats and dogs, horses, and goats… I love all animals. We could learn so much from them. they are so highly aware, kind, dedicated, and live in the moment. I’m grateful to be sharing the planet with animals, and I can honestly say I love animals more than quite a few people … enjoy.
This poem “Coffee Cats” was inspired by a series of ink drawings of cats drinking coffee. It started with one quirky cat drawn for fun while I enjoyed my morning coffee and soon the one drawing turned into ten … then twenty, then thirty and now its much past fifty or sixty I’m sure. Each cat is a unique character and now many have names. We all get along famously and the inspiration we share, along with our love of coffee, has led me to write a poem about my menagerie of caffeinated cats … Enjoy.
Two random poems read from my second book of poetry, ‘A Pilgrimage To My Soul”. “Forgetting My Madness” and “If You Decide to Stay”
Magical and wonderful things can happen … but when they are happening on more than a few occasions, you know the magic is real and floating through the cosmos can become a daily occurrence.
Sometimes your dreams will come true… sometimes your bones tell your heart what has happened, especially if your heart is floating on a beautiful breeze … uplifted and content in a way that has changed your entire being.
This poem is an observation of the current world we are living in. Watching, reading and listening to the news over the last few days has led me to thinking that the world in June of 2026 is an accurate picture of the human species going completely insane. I cannot make sense of it … and most definitely … civilization is not at all behaving civilly. Enjoy.
This poem was written after I re-read Victor Frankl’s book, ‘Man’s Search For Meaning’. It’s such a powerful read. I had first read it when I was a teenager and it definitely had a huge impact on me and adjusted how I saw the world. I’ve read it a few times since then but did a fresh dive into it very recently. Victor Frankl’s observational quote after spending time in Auschwitz was, “ Anyone who has a why to live, can bear almost any how.” … and that is the inspiration for this poem.
Every once in a while destiny is right on time and brings you to a place that feels so much like home, your heart plants roots. And that is a rare and beautiful thing.
No matter how dark the world may get, there’s always light … for darkness is just a room God uses, to show you where the flame was hiding all along.
There is magic in the garden and magic has no rules. A dancing ladybug and a spinning spider can weave a love stronger than the weather, if you listen and watch close enough.
Grief is an interesting thing. It creeps up on you when you least expect it. It comes in the quiet hours when the world’s gone still and the memories get loud. It comes in the middle of the day while you’re just minding your own business. This poem doesn’t have any answers, but no, you’re not alone when grief tapped you on the shoulder and whispers a name directly into your heart.
I had a dream I was flying above the world and I had the most wonderful perspective of the earth. Nothing was broken and nothing was wrong … I wish everyone could fly like I did in my dream. I think it would make the world a better place.
This poem was inspired by the Villisca axe murders that occurred during the early morning of June 10, 1912, in the town of Villisca, Iowa, in the USA. The six members of the Moore family and two guests were found bludgeoned to death inside the Moore residence. All eight victims, including six children, had severe head wounds from an axe. The evidence pointed to one suspect… Reverend George Kelly who was never charged with the crime of murder and the case was then labeled unsolved.
A bubble made of glass and rainwater can hold a world unlike the world has ever seen. A place where time no longer exists and peace and happiness are a blissful consequence of being inside.
The world contains far too much madness. I now just want the world to leave me alone so I can enjoy my coffee in peace… sitting in a darkened corner and reliving memories of walking through the streets of Paris thinking about Place de Clichy and tales of Josephine Baker.
A magical connection through time and space with a vibration that resonates to the heavens. Could anything be more beautiful?
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