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The Wooden Flute Sings

From the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound
the lamas leap and the water falls-- clear,
mindful, the wind's play on the Quechua's ground. 

The majesty of the Andes astounds
for from behind the clouds, the peaks reappear.  
From the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound.

Like great red-clay dunes or snow capped mounds;
courts rise and fall in terrain, so austere; 
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground. 

Rainbows of red, blue, and gold oft surround
distant ruins of gray stones, now severe 
from the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound.

Solid, earth-bound, sun-browned, lost to the hounds,
so, Quechua shepherds bound stairs cavalier--
mindful; the winds play on the Quechua's ground. 

Pachamama's love surrounds without bounds, 
long gone are the conquer's; all life is here,
from the mountain's peak, the wooden flutes sound--
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground. 


* Quechua is one of the native people of Peru
**The Dominican Monks set hounds trained to kill 
on the natives who refused conversion.
*** Pachamama, fertility Godess in Incas Mythos


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Walk Softly

Walk softly across this eternal bed
Where we plant seeds of grief in the ground.
Like roots, let tangled memories spread.
 
Bring bundles of rosebuds, white and red
To bloom brightly like flowering crowns.
Walk softly across this eternal bed.
 
This is where heaven and earth are unwed,
Souls released while bodies are bound.
Like roots, let tangled memories spread.
 
Silence weaves sadness with fragile thread;  
Unspoken words haunt without sound.
Walk softly across this eternal bed.
 
The cold ground is lush where tears are shed,
Falling freely to water or drown. 
Like roots, let tangled memories spread. 

Lacking direction, lost spirits tread
Where echoes of feelings resound.
Walk softly across this eternal bed.
Like roots, let tangled memories spread.


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The Scent of Your Soul

Always I will savor the scent of your soul.
And inhale the aroma of life’s bouquet.
Your fragrant love binds our eternal goal.

Together forever savoring our stroll,
Remaining chaste, surviving, living God’s way.
Always I will savor the scent of your soul.

Strength of mind makes a human whole
Our spirits and natures soar beyond Earth’s clay.
Your fragrant love binds our eternal goal.

Always I will savor the scent of your soul.
There is plenty of time to laugh, love, and play.
The epitome of joy, two hearts made whole.

We can build our marriage on Heavens knoll
Hope building a haven with courage, God’s way.
Always I will savor the scent of your soul.
Your fragrant love binds our eternal goal.

Copyright 10-13-2014

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: The Scent of Your Soul Sponsor Anthony Slausen	


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Watch Over Me

"Oh how I want, oh how I plea."
To that Big Guy  in the  clouds,
Yes, Someone to watch over me

Should I ever enlightened be
still to spirits and saints pray
But need someone to watch over me

Images of gods as mother or daddy
or pictures of anglicized Jesus
Oh how I want, oh how I plea

Hope my god holds me so easily
As into heaven I want to go
Someone, Oh yes to watch over me

Wondering at all the glory I see
Is this really all there is
Oh how I plea, and how I plea

After the millionth or so glory
Sadly wondering at this story,
Oh my god how must I plea
For someone to watch over me!


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My Heart is Yours My Love Now Forever

My Heart is Yours My Love Now Forever
 
My heart is yours my love now forever,
As your fiery passion enchants my soul.
I shall with such love desert you never.

Our life is now filled with joy and pleasure,
As we share life with so much to extol.
My heart is yours my love now forever.

The desire we share is Earth’s great treasure,
Making our souls one—a heavenly goal.
I shall with such love desert you never.

Our love knows no bounds of passion ever,
As we follow God’s plan and pledge so bold.
My heart is yours my love now forever.

Your beauty my love brings me such pleasure,
Knowing its worth exceeds all Heaven’s gold.
I shall with such love desert you never.

Our love as one is a grand endeavor,
In God’s light as two spirits with one soul.
My heart is yours my love now forever.
I shall with such love desert you never.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
July 16, 2015 (Villanelle)


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The Conscience of Spirit

The colors of spirit,
personality of soul;
its essence has no limits.

Spirit doe sits penance,
with conscience we grow;
the colors of spirit.

The conscience has seen to it;
of its guidance, we know;
its essence has no limits.

Live well, every minute;
to enjoy, when you’re old, 
the colors of spirit.

On a wall, you can paint it;
consciences guidance foretold.
its essence of spirit.

In your heart, you’ll hold it;
consciences teachings are gold.
The colors of spirit;
its essence has no limits.