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Tim
San Luis Obispo, CA
Husband, Dad, Pops - Executive VP @ Native Trails www.nativetrails.net
Interests: family and faith, simplicity and sustainability, contentment and compassion, world hunger relief
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Standing on hallowed ground Defending his presidenthood The size of his crowd Quality of his choices And his bigly intellect Attacking detractors With alternative facts And grade school bravado As millions marched in protest Day one of 1,461 One day at a time One day at a time Breathe Pops,... Continue reading
Posted Jan 22, 2017 at Pop's Poetry
Sometimes, When driving through the rough terrain, Not thinking that the sun will ever disappear, You come upon a tunnel. Sometimes, When walking through the beautiful hills, Not expecting the bright day to turn dark, A storm blots out the blue skies. Sometimes, While cozily reading in a warm glow,... Continue reading
Posted Jan 22, 2017 at Pop's Poetry
Anger begets hate Hate escalates to violence Violence creates sorrow Sorrow grows into despair Despair rises to desperation Desperation builds into anger Repeat The cycle continues until broken by mercy, justice and humility Peace begets harmony Harmony escalates to love Love creates happiness Happiness grows into joy Joy rises to... Continue reading
Posted Sep 19, 2016 at Pop's Poetry
You waft in with little warning, invading my space with the expectations of something more than I can see. I find myself longing for your cool, soft touch on my skin and the relief that only you can give. And as you pass by, with disappointment hanging thick in the... Continue reading
Posted Nov 14, 2015 at Pop's Poetry
lines of discrimination are drawn in wet cement even with years of withering storms they refuse to be obscured paving over, covering up, burying them will leave them lurking underneath waiting to resurface with time only a purposeful upheaval, a deconstruction of the hardened structures will break the lines into... Continue reading
Posted Jul 7, 2015 at Pop's Poetry
Considering, but not knowing what may come after this life, I find it vainly and vapidly fruitless to hunger for perfect pie in the sky and oddly calming to think of pushing back from the table when my life's holy purpose is sanely and sapidly consumed. There is peace in... Continue reading
Posted Jun 23, 2015 at Pop's Poetry
heart aches soul cringes anger rises reality hinges on the complicated death of simple lives praying for blessing for healing for salvation kneeling and falling into a deep despair for a country dividing so deeply cleverly inviting prejudice into our homes It's time to shut and lock the door to... Continue reading
Posted Jun 22, 2015 at Pop's Poetry
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I promise to lovingly hold you until you can crawl, crawl patiently with you until you can walk, walk peacefully with you until you run, joyfully run with you as long as I can. And when I can no longer keep up, I'll still run, walk or even crawl to... Continue reading
Posted Jun 11, 2015 at Pop's Poetry
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For Twin and Katie Only a Woman can truly understand what's going on inside and will stand aside and beside while the world crashes then resurrects into the stratosphere in a matter of moments. Only a Woman could see the beautiful mess behind what could or would be and what... Continue reading
Posted Jun 11, 2015 at Pop's Poetry
though you may be different than me and sometimes I won't understand I hope you feel acceptance I hope that you are free to follow a separate and beautiful way yet still be a integral part of my life I hope that you feel welcome I hope have your say... Continue reading
Posted May 3, 2015 at Pop's Poetry
I hear you breathing in the quietness and listen for the next intake and exhale realizing that peace is in the simple things that happen without me knowing just how vital they are and that I miss many of them by giving focus to the words in my head telling... Continue reading
Posted Apr 9, 2015 at Pop's Poetry
Wendell Berry helped open my eyes when I could not see the trees for the forest where the collective gratitude of the woods cannot be stacked up against the individual gift of praise from every sentinel which is more powerful and ultimately more palpable because each is together, yet separate... Continue reading
Posted Apr 9, 2015 at Pop's Poetry
...let me count the ways: I love you by listening more and talking less. I love you by giving more and taking less. I love you by whispering more and yelling less. I love you by serving more and lounging less. I love you by smiling more and frowning less.... Continue reading
Posted Apr 9, 2015 at Pop's Poetry
God: “Love is patient.” Me: “Check.” God: “Love is kind.” Me:“Check.” God: “It does not envy.” Me: “Check.” God: “It does not boast.” Me: “Check.” God: “It is not proud.” Me: “Check.” God: “It is not rude.” Me: “Check. So far, so good.” God: “It is not self-seeking.” Me: “Check.”... Continue reading
Posted Apr 9, 2015 at Pop's Poetry
What would it be like to step off the timeline To live life in the round? To no longer hear “Time is of the essence” or “At some point in History” or “Somewhere along the line” How would life be different spherically, To know that eternity is set in our... Continue reading
Posted Apr 9, 2015 at Pop's Poetry
God doesn't ask me to give Him anything, He asks me to do something. How easy we have made it to convert, Or could it be covert, That the language of gifts Has stolen the call for action from Grace? I've been told that I must: Give my heart, Give... Continue reading
Posted Apr 9, 2015 at Pop's Poetry
No fear can subsist Encamped with a perfect love It shrinks from the fire Pops 2009 Continue reading
Posted Apr 9, 2015 at Pop's Poetry
His house is huge As is his truck. His job is steady As are his paychecks. His equity is growing As is his waistline. His life reeks of success. A smell he’s coming to loathe. He’s over housed, Over booked, Over taught, Over read, Over sold, And almost dead To... Continue reading
Posted Apr 9, 2015 at Pop's Poetry
I heard today that you keep track of the sleepless times I toss and turn in a book. I wonder at a God who is worthy of all my trust yet is compassionate enough to add my worry up. I heard today that you keep each of my salty tears... Continue reading
Posted Apr 9, 2015 at Pop's Poetry
I long to have faith like those of old, Following the Way marked out By the words in red and actions Of black bound on my heart. Being faithful is openly narrow. There is no room to move, Right or left is not an option, Only ahead, for behind is... Continue reading
Posted Apr 9, 2015 at Pop's Poetry
A cruel thief slipped in so suddenly And took a precious part of me away. It left behind a shell of what used to be, Now it’s hard to know just what to say. But the memories of the times I listened at your feet And the wonder of your... Continue reading
Posted Apr 9, 2015 at Pop's Poetry
What could be more delicate? A thin globe of liquid hope, Held together in an equilibrium dance Of pressure, both from inside and outside. Some last an unbelievable eternity, Others barely leave the magic wand. An odd mix of sadness and anticipation Comes with the destruction of each. Sometimes the... Continue reading
Posted Apr 9, 2015 at Pop's Poetry
I will live my life with Open Hands Courageously – taking what I'm given Humbly – supporting what I have Joyfully – giving what is taken Faithfully – trusting in the Good I will live my life with Open Hands Pops 2010 Continue reading
Posted Apr 9, 2015 at Pop's Poetry
politics, a tempest in a teacup. most of us couldn't care less whether the GOP, DNC, Green, Tea, Libertarian or Vegetarian win or lose. main street to dirt roads average joe and plain jane we all want just one thing from politicians. STOP CALLING OUR DAMN PHONES. Pops 2010 Continue reading
Posted Apr 9, 2015 at Pop's Poetry