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TRULY

TRULY

True leaders do not seek leadership; though are often discovered. 
True leaders are not compliant, they are true to their own ethics.
True leaders recognize, accept and attempt to share Love.
True leaders do not seek to prove but to discover Truth.
True leaders do not compete, they encourage.
True leaders allow others to be themselves.
True leaders don’t advise, they listen.
True leaders serve when needed.
True leaders are often despised.
True leaders are curious.
True leaders are us.
True leaders are.
Truth leads.
Truly

From Leadership: A Love Story. 
Lee Broom.

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IN SEARCH OF LEADERSHIP. Once an essay – now a love story

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LOVE ON A HIGH WIRE

It is impossible as head-nodders for us to learn the true subject of our gossip.

But chatter we do,
nod we do,
smile and frown and clap we do…

like starlings at early dawn,
we protest, quarrel and yawn.

We flap, we rustle, we cling together and rise afeather…
seeking the leader
whose silent tether

greets the grey of gloomy,
now gone.

As sundown teases, murmeration ceases;  with one last rustle, we rhyme with the rhythm of billowing blather,
our restlessness astir
as darkness overcomes.

Tomorrow we rise a-more
and like dawnings come before…

we’ll dismount from our roosts, our heads awaggle,we’ll gossip and gaggle; we’ll harp – we will haggle

And as the bloated carcasses of our forgotten comrades add nourishment to the earth, one or two will ask “do you remember whats-her-name?”.

“Oh yes” we reply, “she had so many strange, new ideas”.

And with heads abob we bestow our final, limited approval in measured doses…

and our world nods approval to the brief observance of continuity,
forgetting yet
another
Love Story.

 


Lee Broom

 

 

A SOLUTION FOR FINDING LOST STUFF

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A SOLUTION FOR FINDING LOST STUFF

 

When you pray, whaddaya pray for?

Me? I’m an atheist.

Cool. So whaddaya pray for?

I told you; I’m an atheist.

Okay by me. So, whadaya pray for?

I give up. What do YOU pray for?

I ask for help in locating stuff that I’ve mislaid.

Really? Like what, for instance?

My cell phone for one thing. I lose it frequently.

Yeah? What else?

I lose my glasses a lot.

Anything else?

Umhmm; I pray for mislaid qualities like courage, honesty, acceptance; that sorta thing.

You do, huh? Who do you pray to? What do you call this God of yours?

Father.

Suit yourself. I’m still an atheist.

Really? Why?

Why? Because there is no evidence of A God anywhere.

Would you like me to pray for some evidence for you?

Do what you like.

I just did.

You just now prayed for evidence for me? What did this God of yours say.

He asked me to invite you to call anytime. He said He’s not going anywhere.

Father, huh?

Father.

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Lee Broom

IN SEARCH OF LEADERSHIP. Once an essay – now a love story

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LOVE ON A HIGH WIRE

It is impossible as head-nodders for us to learn the true subject of our gossip.

But chatter we do,
nod we do,
smile and frown and clap we do…

like starlings at early dawn,
we protest, quarrel and yawn.

We flap, we rustle, we cling together and rise afeather…
seeking the leader
whose silent tether

greets the grey of gloomy,
now gone.

As sundown teases, murmeration ceases;  with one last rustle, we rhyme with the rhythm of bilowing blather,
our restlessness astir
as darkness overcomes.

Tomorrow we rise a-more
and like dawnings come before…

we’ll dismount from our roosts, our heads awaggle,we’ll gossip and gaggle; we’ll harp – we will haggle

And as the bloated carcasses of our forgotten comrades add nourishment to the earth, one or two will ask “do you remember whatshisname?”.

“Oh yes” we reply, “he had so many strange, new ideas”.

And with heads abob we bestow our final, limited approval in measured doses…

and our world nods approval to the brief observance of continuity,
forgetting yet
another
Love Story.

 


Lee Broom

 

 

ART IS ALL THERE IS AND LOVE IS HOW IT CAME TO BE

 

ART IS ALL THERE IS AND LOVE IS HOW IT CAME TO BE

Everything in the Universe is made from the crumbs of something else.

Surely, this is the first rule of Creativity and Creativity must certainly be the first consideration in defining art.

And for those of us who have lived this Creative Experience, whether it be to suddenly hear the first words in a poem on its way into our reality or becoming aware of a business idea rising to the surface or perhaps caressing a piece of unfettered marble and feeling the sculpture hidden among its veins or Miracle of Miracles, helping to form a new person, whether by fertilizing an egg or stumbling through the agonizing pile of paperwork and interviews to adopt a child, the feeling that accompanies such Creative Endeavors is called Love.

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Lee Broom