~Moon & Sea~
Hey boy won't you open that door?
Let's sing and walk by the shore
Come and spread out your eyes
Block looking for reasons, and whys?
The cosmos are more than a space to explore
Don't hide when I need.... Plus more.
Finish playing a master in disguise!
Lets find the perfect sunrise, sunset surprise.
Put your arms around me
Allow your moon to reflect off my sea
Too much time has passed you by
Come outside with and view the horizon up high
I've got my eyes set upon you
There's no need to feel blue
Hey boy comes, climb up this tree!
I'm going to show you all the things you can't touch, you can't see.
Lets fit the luxury and beauty of this world into our play.
Don't say them words that will set me free to walk away.
Take this kiss and see how it feel deep within your heart.
Close your eyes in my garden, and draw with the fragrance of art
I want to take you into that space, astronomy love.
Making it easy to float with the clouds way up above.
Glide away from the blame of gravity and self destruct.
Bounce of the dust of hurt when you fall and get cut.
Boy, let's hold in this perfect air together.
Leave the cold end of someone else's weather.
Follow me beyond the distance of chemistry.
I will expose your moon and explain the physics of my sea.
Give it another chance and you will see!
Your moon, is skin deep, needing water from me.
Turn on the tune in your heart, and listen to me.
In every sunrise, the moon entwines with the sea.
You were eighteen and I twenty two
That day at the alter when we said I do
Since then the years have traveled so fast
For us in a marriage they said wouldn't last
They are too young, the voices said
Much too young for them to wed
They are just kids, they have no idea
I doubt they'll even last a year
But our love was greater then our age
Together we stepped upon our stage
Performed the roles of husband and wife
Acting as one throughout our life
And now after all these years are done
We still meet each new challenge as one
Our hearts have merged and every day
Together face what comes our way
Those that said it wouldn't last
Are now just memories from our past
It seems in fact our love was true
I cherish my fifty years with you
To my lovely wife on our golden anniversary February 3, 2012
Walking a tightrope across my inner self…
Dare to look down pass the pages from my shelf…
It tells the story of the mind that sits outside my soul…
Discolored and torn but the meaning still screams from what is whole…
Tiny scars stained by raindrops that never really dried…
Washed down my hand and caressed the tears I could never hide…
The journey left me crawling for my peace…
Onto a table beside a pen I sit and release…
Love’s import results when two lovers meet,
Merging their emotions as one—what a treat!
With an emotive force beyond all to compare,
Love blinds all of us, at times, even on a dare.
The longing and passion of two souls in love,
Comes with its heavenly destiny from above.
Cupid’s influence is oft felt in an eye glance,
Which can bring two together in life’s dance.
Love’s message is always special as two kiss,
Seeking their moments of such romantic bliss.
Love’s a special moment in eternity’s parade,
As two souls dance to God’s heavenly serenade.
Love’s import says much when two say “yes”
And live their passion as God above has blessed.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
July 1, 2015 (Rhymed Couplet)
Come to me O lord that heals
Not only my body but my spirit yield
When I’m here in this place, I cry out to you Lord
My words insignificant but my heart one accord
You’ve shaped my life since I was eight
You’ve dealt with my questions and my debate
In my disobedience you showed me love
Patiently waiting for me to again look above
I know as I disappoint myself I do not disappoint You
For in You all knowing, all loving You knew
That I could never go far and I grew
As You waited
How long have You waited for your children to see
That it’s all built on love and they’ve been deceived
I cry out to You Jehovah to open our eyes
Allow the things that have hindered to be now despised
With good intentions we lost the truth
Afford us Jehovah, the journey to find all truth
For if God is the truth and the truth is God
Then wisdom will begin where the journey ends
Shalom is the kind of peace that results from being a whole person in right
relationship to God and to one's fellow man.
I stare in the mirror, my tears fall in vain
Can’t see my reflection through the veil of this pain.
Who is this person I struggle to see?
I don’t want to judge her but it’s surely not me.
This stranger I cast looks so tired and weak,
I wish I could help her but I’m frightened to speak.
Cause it’s dark and lonely in this shell where I’m bound
Where once there was laughter, is now void of sound.
and the beauty I knew in just yesterday’s time,
seems gone in an an instant with life’s rythym and rhyme…..
Then GOD he spoke child…What do you mean?
You’re more beautiful than anything that I’ve ever seen!
The reflection you cast it don’t matter to me,
What matters is that you can see what I see.
That your spirit is filled with a breath that is true.
And a beauty so deep that this world can’t undo.
I know that your journey seems to heavy to bear.
But I’ve given you family that love and who care.
So hold on tight through the dips and the turns,
For the ones who believe are the precious who learns.
And wether your journey is to stay here or go,
Please know I love you so much more than you know.
I wish I could tell you the beauty that awaits…
But you will know only, when you see heavens gates.
A staff is more than handhold, its worn
to the grasp, trust in what fell down from above.
The llama's sure foothold fits like our staffs
in the rocks climbing upward to the top to the sky.
We risk the blaze of sun, for the wide wings of condor
soaring, spiraling, hunting for a meal, never assured
except for his hold on the sky, flight, supreme
over the rocks and tumbles and worn out straw
of season of cold passing into days of warmth.
The spindle clatter, the roil and curve of weft needle
a prayer to on high, like the spirals of rock to the sky
the sun speaking to us at feet, these are complete
to the rest and remain of our escape to safety
in the cradle of our summer retreat, waiting for stars
to fall among us, waiting for stars to carry us away
from homes built within a circle of spires, three spires
to bring the ley lines of power into our grasp, to offer
escape from the dust and dung we live in, amazed.
Removed by author
When she was only one, standing beside the couch,
heard the music's beat and began to dance about.
At nine, in ballet, she impressed us with her grace,
tap danced as if born to it, jitterbugged at a furious pace.
At age 16, young and full of herself, full of life and joy,
she danced most every night with boyfriend Robert Roy.
Dancing on through the years with baby on her shoulder,
her feet tap-tapping, she hardly noticed growing older.
With hair gray and kids away, she joined the Country line;
performed in nursing homes, joyfully danced to double time.
She won contests at Silver Games; they hung a medal on'er.
She glowed, she beamed, as if she'd received a great honor.
Offspring gathered with sadness bearing down.
Her finger pointed upward, "Wipe those frowns."
From her bed she smiled and winked an eye.
"I'll dance on golden streets now," she sighed goodbye.
From an early age she yearned for something great
What it was she did not know, but she really couldn’t wait
For many interests she had, both large and small
Her love of animals and great friendships, she grew with them all
An insecure father who controlled all around
Was mitigated by mom until she was ground down
All added to the general confusion we experience early in life
But our values and strength of character help us with strife
That we continuously face over our time on this earth
Which produces some grit and grime that impedes our search
For that pinnacle of happiness, whatever it is
The finding for some is like taking a quiz
On subjects we don’t quite understand
With no guarantee to reach that promised of lands
Of joy, contentment, bliss, all words that describe
Whatever we believe is that ultimate ride
Her journey is similar to many of us
It’s good times and bad that cause a great fuss
Her strengths are vision and commitment to move towards a goal
Not letting “reality”, pain, or confusion take too great a toll
Understanding that it isn’t just reaching the end
But enjoying the journey and making sure you ascend
To that place of places we all want to be
Our true heart’s yearning, I think you’ll agree
For her specifically, that is to say for my wife
She’s given me all that I wanted in life
A great family including kids, dogs, cats, horses, and then some
And encouragement to go after a calling that was right under my thumb
She’s a great friend, and remarkably so
That I want her to have that additional glow
That comes from achieving her ultimate heart’s yearning
Making something out of nothing, using passion and life’s learning.
I’m riding your horse, no giddyap allowed,
simply plunge into the deepest unknown.
Your voice sets the pace, it whispers
into the ears of my ride, sometimes they twitch
sometimes they find water, sometimes
the waterfalls absorb all thought. I lean
over neck, sample horse blood like a vampire,
like a computer’s command mode
taking over my brain, allowing my heart
to beat in tune, my feet to turn to hooves
and kick up or canter, moving with the rhythm
and flow, feeling the sweat of the sun
overhead and the damp of shady pines
and raking the grasses until they rustle over skin.
This is how I know you: the whisper on the wind
the stroke along my frame, the bed stead
in which I dream, the places of unimagined
like a lure, a bait, overtaking me, leading
me down a road I’ve never found
until you lent the movement of ride forever.
I was wandering barefoot in the snow
What a journey I had to sow
I knew this wasn’t something I would normal indulge in
A strange kind of winter walk without a coat in the wind
But I continued my lonely trudging anyway
The skies where a dire dark gray
Somehow although it felt cold it didn’t feel wet or unbearable
Perhaps this was the end? Some kind of parable
I was somewhere I didn’t want to roam
My mission was clearly to find my way home
Every passageway I strove to push through came up empty
This was not the happy land of plenty
Why couldn’t I find the end?
Was there some impending trickery around the bend?
I felt a strong frustration descend over me
I saw the strange face of an unknown banshee
Screams and tears plumed out of loss and shame
I was repeatedly calling out my husband’s name
Distorted, destroyed no one spoke
Thank God it ended I woke
Inspired by the “I dreamed contest”
Bestowed with life by One powerful Divine
Gracious with His love scintillating shine
I traverse roads: rose and weeded grounds
Flaming with a soldier's will to expound
From dawn begins my journey til sun sets
So many roads bided, my ownself to sweat
Courage bullets, I fire and fire
Pursuing success my ringing desire
Wait! hold on,don't go fast, echoes
Rush runs may thud a sporadic tempo
I have seen caterpillars dying as butterflies
Buds bloom, spreading aroma, by-and-by
The angelic aroma invites prosperity brush
It's rouge shows maturation like royal flush
Bravely. I go forth to reach every dream
Conquering beyond foggy upstream
If my own-self, a rebellion, resisting me
Earthquake moan to call a break-free.
Kaleidoscope faces became my preachers
A halo or a tail experience: my teachers
Tricky battalion of pressures stressing
Yet, camouflage trials bomb to blessings
Rewarding me with laughter and tears
Adding tons of memories to my years
Evolving beautiful to each season stir
Wisdom and love, now, my own myrrh
If I shall die this very day,
I hope my legacy not a dismay...
(C) Olive Eloisa and Malik Yaseen
September 23, 2014
Where does one start a journey, a journey to their where
Whilst a peripheral life abounds, in continual I don't care
On their journey of ones life, no mediation to reason
Whilst in the depths of married life, can lie continual treason
For in these continual lies, no care to their past
It's the path of life's driven road, that ends their starting last
London train departing from platform nine
We are pleased to say that it’s right on time
Passengers scramble on with their luggage
Looking for empty seats in the carriage
I sit at the window, gaze at the sea
Trolley comes down with sandwiches and tea
Conductor appears looking for tickets
Lots of hands searching in bags and pockets
Girl in the corner, engrossed in her book
Man in the suit gives his files a last look
Plenty of people perusing their phones
Lovely old lady sits quiet and alone
Everyone stares at the guy with tattoos
His barely dressed girlfriend with high-heeled shoes
Young guy with the headphones, chewing his gum
Little kids clinging on tight to their mum
Meaningless small talk, chatting with friends
Train’s getting slower, journey will end
Finally here at my destination
New adventure begins at the station
Here I sit all alone
On an island I will call home
For the next ten years or more
How , why, what is the score
I have my trusty tool
A Swiss Army knife is nobody’s fool
A waterproofed large awning
Giving me shelter dusk to morning
From sun and rain alike
That the second of my likes
My third I had to peruse
So many things I could choose
The bible brought itself to the fore
Has so many stories, I had read before
Nothing else can I choose
These three items I peruse
My knife with its many blades
Though horses hooves are in the shade
The awning I can wrap around
Or pin it out on the ground
My choices three I hold in awe
Damn forgot a lipstick wish there were four
October 6th 2013
Take me to that place where all my dreams come true
Where love flutters about and is ever new
Take me to that place where I forget to cry
Where delightful pleasures bring contented sigh
Take me to that place where I’m forever young
Where my heart sings the songs for years left unsung
Take me to that place where fears cannot abide
Where fantasies frolic and thrive by your side
Take me to that place where passion is set free
Where nothing is denied but is meant to be
Take me to that place of surrender and release
Where longings unfulfilled will finally cease
Take me to that place where life is promised sweet
Where peace, joy and laughter each day I can greet
Take me, my love, take me, I’m faint and forlorn
I promise in taking, you will be reborn.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Salutations Soupers! I am told this is not a political forum.
Why is my poetry-poesy in decorum?
April 18, 2014
Single Couplet End Rhyme
Copyright © 2008 #03
4/12/2008 // (Edited: 1/22/2013/lp
(a historical glimpse of humanity's rise)
*This poetic epic begins with the
greatest sin against humanity
*This poem is dedicated to all
serving and protecting the
¨Basic Rights of Mankind¨
Once, mankind was forgiven from sin
but continue to embrace it like a trend
After the Flood many nations strolled
some didn´t want true history told
All mankind has got to realize
humanity had been vandalized
A few condemmed HIM to a Cross
and mankind became a hope lost
His testimony was like no other
a promise bonding men as brothers
So, was it hate, shame or pride?
The Shroud of Turin now abide
Something embedded itself into minds
their egos separated mankind thru time
From images of Christ to the Sphinx
mankind altered their faces with ink
Societies increased across the land
but some became marauding bands
Enslaved many to learn their ways
called indentured servants nowadays
Learning finally opened many minds
forbidden to most throughout time
Conquering became a lust
many thought they must
Barbarians embraced warfare
believing in war over prayer
Some journeyed to build
but most decided to steal
Robbing nations precious gold
slaughtering the young, and old
another story that was not told
Saw oppressing others was nice
ensnared some as their sacrifice
Oppression increased in the land
because of the barbarian's plan
Their business began to boom
and corruption shot to the moon
America, land of morality and hope
still someone was signing for dope
Capital´ism made a few very rich
sin and immorality, Islam tried to fix
paganism and Communism a glitch
a conflict to shove Christianity in a ditch
Old governments embraced the Klan
still got history's blood on their hand.
Kept society busy with Santa Claus
knowing its origin is spiritually false
They knew global warming was real
maybe too late, this just sent a chill
Interested learning secrets of the brain
Drug gangs driving societies insane
Kids with little future left in sight
hopes dwindled like the Knight
Then, later came Robin Hood
with good news from the wood
Someone revived human rights
still, some decided not to fight
No need for humantarian crises
diabolical plans rolling the dices
These sinful plans between hands
slaughtering the lambs of the land
We need to fix this mess
before we come to rest
Most of world history twisted
some are now rying to fix it
For some Nations, it was too late
capital'ism quickly sealed their fate
Africa was a continent very rich
...now realizing it is in a ditch
never should´ve trusted Mitch
I even heard the Rossette Stone
was hidden in someone´s home
The secrets of Giza
painted in Mona Liza
Even the Eyptian Sphinx
tried to give mankind a wink
now hides her missing links
And, the pyramids contained a sacred Key
stolen by those not wanting us to be free
Someone hide Pandora´s Box
with final desination Fort Knox
Even, saw the Bible's Holy Grail
shipped by Fed-Ex Express Mall
Most gold, and precious artifacts
was found stolen, and hijacked
It´s hard for most to understand
they kept us busy with their plan
So, in this life we must cast our vote
moving forward with faith and hope
Those affected have become a scorn
got them hungry from dusk to dawn
World economies causing a recess
ego and pride got us in a big mess
The Middle East became a feast.
I wonder who planned that piece?
They say Mohammed started this fuss.
through history who dare finger Guss?
These differences in world religions
still affecting mankind's decisions
Humanity began in Africa and Irak
but millions destituted in a shack
The Americas to China has similiar pain
but yrants' view them as a social stain
And, there was oil for food
but someone became rude
So, once again East meets West
fighting over another treasure chest
Expenses reaching trillions
recovery costing billions
death in the millions
The greatest gift is charity
why concentrate on disparity?
We need to fix this mess
or earth soon to rest
Mismanagement of world funds
resources available by the tons
The poor and depair need more
still someone's locking the door
Feeling no guilt with pride
and the fortunes they hide
Corruption and terrorism sown
by a few of government´s own
Someone´s selfish plans ahead
have now made us very afraid...
maybe baked or nuked instead
Distitute's nourishment is baked dirt
nothing else or their stomachs hurt
Most of the time with nothing to eat
weeping for a peaceful night sleep
The 3 pathways to Heaven are narrow
selfish can learn from the sparrow.
When the next ATOM splits and divide
some gonna try to run and hide
knowing they deceived many and lied
So, don´t worry about a thing tonight
soon GOD will make things alright
Then, all children will be able to play
The Prince of Peace will come to stay
So, remember before it´s over
they too needed a shoulder
This journey of which you now read, happens to many of us
It's what happened to me, my thoughts through the waves in discuss
It was on a normal day, I was fishing on craggy rocks
When out of the blue it came, this wave and me became locked
Salted eyes and gasping for air, hazed glimpses of where I once stood
My thoughts in flickering capture, the youngest of our family brood
The last catch of land I see, as I'm trawled so far into this blue
My heart emitting signals from their youngest, I, their loving true
Deeper and deeper I'm swallowed, marine life simply abounds
For marvels they definitely are, just like those marvels on common ground
Nearly ten minutes has passed, yet I'm as alert as I would normally be
My eyes now appear to be customised, as I view what's all around me
Dolphins play chasing Tuna, Hammerheads patrol like guards
Species like the Mola Mola, so wonderful, their definitely stars
Momentarily I glimpse through the light, as it diminishes into cobalt blues
The sights that I start to see, are species in identity confuse
Upon a fallen whale, it's carcass in steadily clean
Are hundreds of half meter Hag Fish, of them I wouldn't like to dream
Suddenly a movement catches my eye, a Sixgill Shark swims close to me
Strangely I don't feel nervous at all, beside this marvel of the seas
This flowing through these cobalt blues, is like a feeling I've never known
Was there a desire on this day, for the wave to take me, now shown
This journey of which you now read, happens to many of us
On a beach many hours later I awoke, around the schools I now discuss
When ever you are close to the waters, whether oceans, lakes or seas
Me, well I have no answers, be careful and you won't be me
Just as our world is awakened by the morning sun
Our robe of life awakens, for a new day has begun
Our spirit activated, when refilled, with a night of rest
As the soul, within all life, takes flight, for this days test
Today my soul's awakened, by watching children play
Running thru a field of tall grass, that I must mow today
As the sense of a hard days work, gives me a joy within
The smell of fresh mowed hay, intoxicates, like bathtub gin
Agitated when past days I see, through a hollow stare
Images of loss, death, strife, will always bring a prayer
A humans robe is awakened by a soul which never sleeps
A personification of God, embedded in us, but is his for keeps
A soul awakes, from the kiss of that angel lying in your bed
This woman, you've promised to cherish, on the day you wed
May the words I've penned on this paper awaken your soul
To Remind you, of the true joy awaiting you, while you stroll
Dark is the night when no star shines;
Deep is the fright when darkness dines.
Dark is the day when light feeds dark;
Deep is the stray that kills fine spark.
Dark is the soul lost in the mire;
Deep is the hold of evil fire.
Dark is the man lost in the heat;
Deep is the span in haze and peat.
Dark is the life lost in the world;
Deep is the strife in maze and swirl.
Dark is the time when all seems lost;
Deep is the grime in barren cause.
Dark is the taste that plunder flings;
Deep is the waste yet grace now springs.
Awaken now to change of heart;
Grace cheers endow to bless new start.
12 Apr 2014
We Constantly Refine Ourselves, From Head To toe.
The Erosive Qualities of Nature Scrape us Into Frailty.
Viewing Death as The End of a Journey, as Opposed
To The Beginning of Something Spectacular.
- The Flame Collapses -
The Bearer of All Life and the Initiator Of Creation,
Has Come To Reclaim it's Abusive Population.
We Think in Spirals and Weave Through Untrustworthy
Miracles, Polluting Ourselves With Spirituality.
- We Are The Damned -
- And The Fire Will Burn Through Our Skin -
So swiftly now the fading years,
Lived well somehow through tears and cheers.
Signposts served well in passage rites,
Thoughts and books tell of frequent writes.
Curious the times going back then,
All sorts of rhymes align those bends.
Change has brought me to this new year,
Yes I can see faith push pass fear.
Each moment comes like a highlight,
A shiny sum to set fond sights.
The journey here to fund re-birth
Affords bold cheer to walk the earth.
So many things and lessons teach,
Just play and fling with ample reach.
Love is the key to mystery,
Joy comes for free if you but see.
Live each day's plot with sanguine feel,
Act upon thought and work goodwill.
Do all you can to touch and heal,
Focus most grand on how you feel.
Awake and see the goodness here,
Aware can be the cause you cheer.
Too soon the end can be a shock,
Do all you can to live bold stock.
The world you found may be unkind,
Still bless the grounds and serve the blind.
And when you leave these hunting grounds,
Know that less grief followed your rounds.
In praise or blame, rise above gain,
Love succeeds name despite the pain.
28 January 2015
Accompanied by a heavenly choir chant I dance.
Shortly divided from the world of silence.
I dance and dance, along with other lonely souls.
An absolute veneration for the creator of joy and sorrows.
Despite the sole of my feet bleed, I stay careless.
And the exquisiteness of the red ornamented my flesh.
I can feel the insistence of happiness to gain.
As of being hypnotized, I ignore the pain.
Oh there is life more life in this fantasy.
Life that a poet could only manifest in his reverie.
Fortunate, grieved, splendid, dreadful.
A life that's full.
A Person’s Worth and Measure
A person’s life is sacred in God’s eyes,
For we all know that God tells us no lies.
God views a person’s worth and measure,
As something grand and always to treasure.
A person should fear not his or her measure,
Rather strive always to find God’s pleasure.
A person’s azimuth lies in God’s very hands,
And only God knows one’s destiny and final plans.
A person who does good works in this life,
Is one who’s good and penitent before all strife.
As a person’s life nears its final end days,
God’s there to show him or her His holy ways.
A person’s worth and measure mean so much;
In God’s eyes such values always merit his touch!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 6, 2015 (Rhymed Couplet)
Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now
Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four
The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend
The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck
I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss
I wish I could have been anything else than this...
Such a famous duo is Anthony and Cleo
Faced with them, even Cupid would bow low
A love so tragic
Life must surely have been so catastrophic
With a heart as big as the whole universe
Cleo made it felt the power of her curse
Love today turned so sinful
Lust thriving on top of it so bountiful
Love, when unfulfilled,
Becomes so difficult to be killed
That is why like Anthony and Cleo
Your most loved one you must not let go
I have lived in a contest with life until now,
Not to be afraid in anticipation I now solemnly vow..................
I have cheated my fears alright,
I have broken up with my doubts uptight.
I got engaged to my faith last night,
I married my dreams at the sight of first light.
I am not afraid to get up today,
I am not afraid to wake up to another day today,
I am not afraid to open my eyes today,
I am not afraid to climb out of bed today.
I see beyond and am not afraid any more,
I see beyond and am not afraid any more.
I am ready to face the world all alone,
I am ready to do anything to walk up the stepping stone.
I am ready to say anything to anyone,
I am ready to talk to anyone under the sun.
I am ready to yell from mountain tops,
I am ready to dive from ravine drops.
I am ready to walk for a cause,
I am ready to run to protect environmental laws.
I am ready to understand tangled issues,
I am ready to wipe all tears with tissues.
I am ready to jump out from a moving truck,
I am ready to pull my allies from loads of muck.
I am ready to be creative again,
I am ready to write and spill out my joys and pain.
I am ready to sing my own songs,
I am ready to correct my own wrongs.
I am ready to throw a stone afar,
I am ready to play my own music for all with the door ajar.
I am ready to write notes about me,
I am ready to put them up for all to see.
I am ready to whistle whilst I walk down the alley,
I am ready to pluck the fruits from the orchards of Sally.
I see beyond and am not afraid any more,
I see beyond and am not afraid any more.
contest: chasing away the blues
I am but a man treading a brief dream.
I'm but a man rowing a sacred stream.
A student of life seeking knowledge yet;
Contented with the cotton therein his closet.