Back to Basics
When all the rust takes over and our final structure falls
When that wood has finally rotted and the final trumpet calls
When the last day here on earth has then become your first
There will only be one way to quench that human thirst
When the light here starts to fade and your eyes are growing dim
When our thoughts can quickly turn, to this world away from him
When the last thing that we hear is the first we start to see
If you get lost in the forest, simply focus on the tree
His blood has now been shed, and his sacrifice was made
He suffered and died for us, for our debt to be fully paid
There is no greater love than what God has given and sent
Harden not your heart, accept the truth and then repent
None of us are perfect and worthy we are not
We repeat the same old sins and squander what we’ve got
Just remember what I tell you as you watch the sunset fall
Jesus Christ died for our sins, and his blood was shed for all
Mark Koplin
9/3/25
Help! There are two of us in here;
one is ego, the other soul.
Save in deep sleep, ego prevails,
deflecting us from our life role.
Mind is the domain of ego
and soul’s abode, our glowing heart.
Discern with care, worthy hermit,
cause why head and heart stand apart.
These monsoon clouds, these rolling verdant hills
These gushing streams meandering through at will
These canopies of magnificent towering tall trees
swaying with the whimsical winds joyfully free
Beckoning me back where serenity reigns still.
We felt we had been to lied,
since boons we sought were denied
but since our heart was not pure,
this was God’s way to censure.
To imbibe the pulse divine,
nodes within form must align
with love, feeling not thinking;
our awareness, unblinking.
To be as such, thoughts must cease,
that with no demons to please,
ego cravings die in time
and then we heavenward climb.
Transfixed in the cosmic hum,
doing nothing we become
the light we set out to seek,
by plugging energy leak.
I'm going back to basics
Tossing technology out the door
They say life is what you make it
I'm going to make it a natural world
The stars at night will be my candlelight
The open meadow my unmade bed
The Moonbeam will hold my calmest dreams
As I rest my weary head
When the morning peaks I'll have the mountain stream
To provide me with cool drink
And the berries from a nearby tree
Will be what I daily eat
I won't have any more deadlines
To stress my life upon
The only time that I will keep
Will be the season of the Sun
I will move when in the mood
Will be my whole new attitude
And sitting back relaxing
Will be the hardest thing I do
I'll carry on conversations
With the animals of the wild
I'm sure they'll make a lot more sense
Than those, I've left behind
If you think you'd like to join me
There's no need to pack a bag
I guarantee you'll be happy
With the little that you have
I have stumbled and fallen
over life , love and everything in between
And after all that i've seen
Its safe to say , I no longer bleed!
You see I left my poetry
In the arms of a mad man
Hoping he would take care of better than I ever could
Without realizing that I had handed a piece of my soul to the devil's shadow
Who brused and broke it daily hoping to end me - maybe!
I left my poetry with a mad man
Simply because I thought all the pain I felt through it would stay away
Silly me - I almost faded away
Now im back
licked all my wounds
swallowed all my pride
and ready to take it back to basics!!
Back To Basics
Let's walk the country road and faithfully
keep cadence with the heartbeat of the wild,
where life, unveiled in naked truth, sets free
her gift of innocence. Just like a child,
unblemished...pure in body, mind, and soul...
finds simple joy with each new day unfurled,
we'll stand alone with nature and extol
the basic, priceless treasures of our world.
We've built our prison-cities; in their hold
like, programmed flesh-machines we stop and run.
The human longings in us soon grow cold
as we turn switches on for work and fun.
Let's walk the country road...let's laugh and play
before the tears of time wash it away.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Poem That Time Forgot 2
Sponsor: Silent
One Judged: 2/22/2015
Love breathes,on everyday life
...extinguishing anger's strife
Love awaits another's call
...lies patient in us all
Love creates a whispered word
...as romance's voice is heard
Love kisses emotion's tide
...hearts opening wide
Love ignites passion's fire
...releasing mutual desire
Who cares about the slanders of olden days?
If today I say I’m willing to die for all man’s sins
And I really, truly mean it
Would you call me the savior of humanity?
Would you call me the Blasphemous antichrist?
Or would you crucify me for believing too much?
I too am molded in His image you know
Those poor ignorant martyrs couldn’t see
I cannot see how much has changed
It’s still the blind leading the blind
I will proceed towards a hasty retreat
I will be the nerd branded in silence
In the circle of popular beliefs
I will be the gay guy of non compliance
With so called opinionated decrees
I might be banished into the dark
But uniquely, I’ll make stars
And proudly call them my own
Low tide on muddy flat
Squishing cold between bare toes
Slipslide steps of ever careful balance
Rhythm break of sharper shells
A minefield trip to brown salt water
With sun and stench colluding
To dull the pain of outliving children
A soul re-awakens in the soft slippery
Sinking grip of tidal change
Outward inward upward
There is no end in sight
As space expands
And color runs in light
To follow reason
Forever asking why
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