Ego vs. Self-respect


When someone takes advantage of me I become reactionary. I feel hurt and want to demand my rights. I am ready to stand my ground and say whatever comes into my head.  As the stalemate continues, bitterness entangles my spirit and enhances my feeling of entitlement. When my ego takes over self-respect takes a back seat.  In the end,  I do or say things I later regret. So, what is the solution?

Ego vs. Self-respect

Offence committed

Feeling hurt

Debt owed still unpaid

Ego demands respect

Rights and entitlement

Adrenalin pumping

Brain fog of bitterness

But wait…

It’s not all about me

Someone else’s choices

Egos and resistance

Complicate the mix

Understanding needed

Forgiveness brings freedom

Debt canceled paid in full

Mind at ease

Ego back in the cage

Now I can look in the mirror



What exists but we can’t see it until it bounces. It is light. Until it hits something and reflects back to our eyes, we can’t see it. Traveling at 186,000 miles per second it seems to happen instantly. I like to think that Light is like the Spirit of God that can only be seen as it reflects from those who are created in his image.  Maybe Light is really Spirit and Spirit Light!!


Without substance

Can’t touch it

Caresses your face

Without feeling

Can’t carry it with you

Light brings life

Radiates from a source

We are not light

Only moons of reflection

Showing our image

Much like the God

Spirit of Light reflected in us

We are not the source

Only the reflection

His image His creation

Bathed in the Light of Grace

His Love is Light

Source of our Light

The Word Made Flesh


Photo: Molly Roth

Nature’s Paintbrush


I can’t seem to get enough of the beautiful fall colors. Nature paints its colors in ways I can never duplicate in paintings or photos. There is nothing like the broad vista of vivid colors spreading out across the changing forest. The long rays of the morning and afternoon sunshine bring out every shade and color of God’s creation in full array. This poem is a tribute to the greatest painter of all time. Nature itself!!

Nature’s Paintbrush

Splashes of red on gold

Blushing in the afternoon sunshine

Waving at me across the way

From a canvas of trees

Laid out in perfect perspective

On background planes of gum, cedar, and hickory


Nature’s paint brush can’t make up its mind

First green, then gold with splashes of crimson

And finally shades of burnt umber


Seems it just can’t decide

Which color it likes best

So it tries them all

Then like an etch-a-sketch

Shakes and erases the pallet clean

Only to start anew

Red helicopters landing

Their mission perpetuation

Forests of the future

Right on schedule

Surrounding the frogs of spring


Photos: Dwight L. Roth




What is your measure of success. A high paying job, a big house, fancy car or perhaps fame and fortune. This may be how society labels success, but true success comes from within, not from others.  Jesus told the rich young man to sell all that he had and come follow him. Sounds a little extreme, but what I believe he is really say is look within and find out who you are and what you can do to make the world a better place. Caring and loving family and friends is true success. Money without relationships is hollow and empty. James Taylor said it right in his song. “Shower the people you love with Love, show them the way that you feel…”


Some succeed by accident

others by default

some by entitlement

But those who truly

make a difference

in this world

work hard

follow their heart

know who they are

do it for themselves

not to please others

knowing that success is

all about what you give

rather than what you can get

How Soon We Forget


Republicans and Democrats are alike when it comes to accepting a Presidential defeat. I remember eight years ago when President Obama was elected, the Republicans criticized and vilified him at every turn. Now that the tables are turned and Trump is the President Elect, the Democrats are already doing the same to him. Why can’t we realize we are all on the same train, going down the same track, even though the engineer has changed?

The Parana Tank

How quickly we forget

The nasty vitriol thrown

At President Obama

When first elected

He’s Black

He’s a Muslim

He wasn’t born in America

He’s a socialist

He will ruin this country

He is not a Christian

He is a Pot Smokin’ Activist

A socialist at heart

He supports same sex marriage

And abortion

He’s antichristian

Befriends and bows to Muslims

Appoints them to his Cabinet

He’s the Antichrist

He is just like Hitler


Now the other party is doing the same

To our newly elected President Trump

Turn off the talking heads

Who stir the cesspool

Of dissention, hate, and racism

What’s done is done

The bed is made

Give the man a chance

Make your choice again

In four more years

This is how it works


Photo: Dwight L. Roth



Yesterday I decided to attempt a trilogy of abstract paintings using my pallet knife to spread paint over a brushed background. This wet on wet process always leaves me anxious, because I never really know how it will turn out until it dries completely over night. As the acrylic paints fuse together, the original colors blend creating an interesting effect. I called this set Stick and Stones.  This evening I decided to write the poem below to show that life is not simply black and white, but a kaleidoscope of colors and blends.


Life a series of abstract images

Some realistic some absurd

Reality eludes the ideologist

Illusions of truth plague the pragmatist

Do we seek the photo image

Or blurred lines of enhanced color

Abstractions of truth stand alone

In the minds of all who follow

Distortions also stand alone

In media and pulpit

Abstraction better left  

To paint slingers and sculptors

Leaving voyeurs of truth

To speculate on what they perceive

And claim it as their own


Painting Trilogy “Sticks and Stones”  – Dwight L. Roth

What is a Book?


I wonder if books will one day become obsolete.  Perhaps they will be like hieroglyphics dug up by archeologists.  My grandparents never imagined anything like computers, that can store and retrieve information in an instant. I watched in awe at the emergence of digital machines over the past fifty years. Who knows what will be invented in the next fifty.  I decided to use my imagination and write a humorous poem about books in the future year of 2616!

What is a Book

Will someone ask in 2616

What’s this odd thing I found in a bin

Packed full of paper and covered with words

Who would save this how absurd

Archeologists say it looks like a book

Haven’t seen one of those I never had a look

What a cumbersome stack of papers

Reading through that would give me the vapors

All this could be stored on the point of a pin

A chip so small and so very thin

They say there were buildings full of these things

They called them libraries and invited people in

To sit down and read the print on the page

And check out books it was quite the rage

If they took it out and didn’t bring it back

A fine was charged to remind them of that

Can’t imagine ever reading a book

Can you imagine how much time that took



My Favourite Books and To-Read List | Nicholas L. –

I Married a Cat… She Married a Dog


The old adage, “opposites attract” often holds true when it comes to husbands and wives. I have also heard that the things that attract us are what we argue and fuss about as time goes on. You have heard about “fighting like cats and dogs!”  I have come to the conclusion that Cats marry Dogs and vice versa. This became the inspiration for this poem. See what you think.


I Married a Cat… She Married a Dog

I married a cat

Sleek and beautiful

Strong and independent

Yet likes to come and be close

When she is ready and feeling loved

Claims the house as her space

Demands attention when things get neglected

Purring when things go right

Scratching when things go wrong

Loving and caring and always there

I married a cat!


She married a dog

A co-dependent creature

Full of noise and excitement

Always barking about something

Demanding attention

Not to be denied

Protective and possessive

Tail wagging and drooling for love

Always wanting more

Assuming and thoughtless

Taking everything for granted

Leaving sheadings everywhere he goes

Always there when things get tough

Full of love and compassion

A wife’s best friend

She married a dog!


Photos: Dwight L. Roth


My Dear Brother Arnold

Today is Veterans’ Day in the US, a time when we give honor to those who have made the ultimate sacrifice for their country. At the rest home today, I took my guitar and sang an old favorite of mine from the 1960s, Ramblin’ Boy by Tom Paxton.  In this song he tells about his lifelong friend whom he loses in the Viet Nam War. The I following is more of a poetic eulogy for a dear friend and spiritual brother who passed away in 2006. He was a twenty year veteran of Rheumatoid Arthritis. I tried to tell the story of his physical and spiritual struggles as he battled this debilitating disease which I shared at his funeral.

My Dear Brother Arnold  

Arnold, my brother, you’re a stronger man than I

With your crippled hands and a spirit that refuses to die.

You’ve watched your body waste away

But claimed your inner man was renewed day by day.

You struggled with pain, but refused to give in.

Some days were hell, but others you would win.

You cared for Lucille and did what you could.

Your children helped, but no one really understood.

For twenty years you felt the pain

And prayed for healing in Jesus name.

Through the pain you proclaimed belief in God

That your healing would come, against all odds.

Now you’re free, no more pain to endure

Your healing has come, that’s for sure!

No more hell for you to face,

No more struggle to keep your pace

No more wondering,  “Why Me Lord?”

Now you know what you were living for.

As you rest in His Amazing Grace,

In the arms of Jesus you’re embraced

Live forever in His Healing Grace.

Feel His touch and rise above

All earthly pain into his love

To live with him forever move.

That’s what you were living for!!!

Arnold my Brother, you’re a better man than I

Your strength and courage will never die.

You knew the meaning of endurance…

Now you know with all assurance

Rest in the peace and love of our Lord Jesus.

Jude 24-25 Now unto Him who is able to keep you from falling and to present you faultless before his glorious presence with exceeding joy, to the only wise God our savior, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and forever more.    Amen      KJV