Best Bate Poems
Walking alone past the reeds blowing lace,
Stroking the oak by the old wooden gate,
Guided by trust to my lovers embrace,
Pouring my heart into leaves as they bate
Wind into dancing as feet hesitate,
Just long enough to find rhythm, I trace
Patterns in air as the pollen creates -
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...
Sky paints a picture for moon in dark space,
Vast driven oceans of life demonstrate
Love for the mountainous deserts displaced,
Each born anew, by the wind to its fate -
Seamless infinity’s natural state,
Is seeing your eyes on another’s kind face
And Finding forgiveness for those who breed hate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace
Out in the sun as light seeks out its place,
Faith comes to breathe as it encapsulates
Bodies of men where his truth is encased,
Dreamers whose dreams become true and innate,
Their journey is hard but rewarding and great
Where love can be found but cannot be replaced
And words that when written just right captivate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...
Each breath I breathe makes me appreciate
How beautiful life is, how rich and how chaste -
Nature’s perfection is light incarnate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...
copyright Kristin Reynolds 2008
AFFLICTION?
It is said of young physicians when they first set out to learn
All the symptoms and conditions that known illnesses convey
They perceive these indications each one causing more concern
‘Til they make the diagnosis to their shock and their dismay
They arrive at the conviction
They themselves have the affliction
Now when learned academics write a thesis that proclaims
All white people are infected with a racism endemic
Filled with symptom and with signs supporting dogma that defames
Fragile folk are then persuaded by this plausible polemic
And arrive at the conviction
We’re all guilty of affliction
What could be more direful to survival of this blessed sphere
Than wild nature, once benign, by human feckless acts betrayed!
“See the wild fires, melting icebergs and the hurricanes!”- we hear
Computer forecasts yet sole factors we can truly call ‘man made’
Should we therefore have conviction
Of a terminal affliction?
Data now in a profusion never seen before these times
Flood our eyes and ears and minds in ‘monu-mental’ mind-bate range
Those with focussed strong agenda choose a menu that defines
And steers us, if undiscerning and from reason then estranged
To unquestioning conviction
THAT in truth would be affliction
I’m finally growing up; I realize
Real eyes can recognize these real lies
Lies he, in a landscape barren
Bearin’ a false teachin’ he believed in
Deceived by these elders, he felt like the bait
Bate the result as they betray the whole class of oh-eight
Ate the lessons; trusted; left awed
Odd how you long to go back, sidestep the façade
Fraud; caused his mind to alter
Altar of this education abandoned; falter
Faltered, for as he appraised
Praised then, all of the knowledge he gained
...
(To be continued)
Finn and Mcgee
went fishing once more
With the money they saved up all year
They rented a cabin
up by the lake
And filled it with fish bate and beer
For two weeks of fishing
They made it their mission
To wake up and start at first light
With poles in their hands
They hardly could wait
For a big fish to come up and bit
Day after day
They fished and they fished
but barely got even a nibble
Then on the last day
McGee caught a trout
That apparently wasn't so fickle
Now on the way Home
Finn said " McGee
You Know what this fish, has cost you----
---A thousand Quid"
"Well Finn, if it did
Then I glad I didn't catch two"
Worth A Shot
I didn’t want to alienate the capricious alien who ate
my malignant scapegoat Harry who refused to gravitate
outside to chew my weeds although he did then dissipate
the transitory nature of my fluctuating weight
and though he was perspicuous and often tried to bate
me into argumentative discussions (which I hate)
he sometimes tried to flatter me while I would masticate
the breakfast sausage bought by my inurbane sister Kate.
And now that I’ve used all ten words I think I’ll just tempt fate
and stop, because it’s dinnertime, and this is NOT first-rate!
August 31, 2016
(Out of Eden IV)
I’m cross as I cross The Cross
And wonder as I wander
My Spirit has rejected the spirit in me
For fear that it’s fare is fair.
The cause of my ‘coarse’, of course
Is as tied, as the tide betides
Fight then the fete of fate with faith
The feat, by the feet, defeat.
The bait of my bate the debate
As I bare the obeah that I bear
I’m taut with thought of tort I’m taught
Indecent descent to dissent.
Now, Requiem of Carpe Diem
Like a fool, I lived life to the full
My sinews of sins are a scene of obscene
Whether it’s seen or unseen.
It’s whether I’ll weather the weather
Just pray that I’m not the prey
My life is a life, in life, for life
Too dear and so dear to ‘dare’!
Please pass me a piece of peace
And sing me a song sung strong
To laud The Lord as loud as allowed
His Reins shall arraign to Reign.
(The Fg 81.5.8)
Whilst doing a degree at Aberdeen University,
In marine biology, Ben started to do archery,
Along which shooting which he took to more,
Until the international stage was an open door.
At the age of fifteen a disorder was diagnosed,
Charcot-Marie-Tooth Disease, which disclosed,
Is a hereditary nervous system disorder, feet,
Which causes his foot drop in both of his feet.
He’s an SH1 athlete and joined the British team,
In 2011 when he travelled to Alicante of glean,
And also took part in Mandeville’s Internationals,
To qualify for London’s Paras, made the finals.
Ben did well at the 2015 Shooting World Cup,
Where he finished ninth to make Rio his cup;
He was born on the 19th of February in 1988,
And shoots in the mixed R3-10m prone bate.
A crush I think not.
Lust me all you want.
One Sunday morning, I got a phone call.
the Kidster parent were going out as I recall.
A babysitter was in need .
I said no, but they started to beg.
Okay! I will be there at eight.
Instead I got there at six..
With my early arrival, the punk ran to open the gate.
Looking at me with his puppy eyes.
His parents head out to their date.
The first thing I did is send him to wash his hands.
Knowing he has a tendency to mast**bate.
Especially when I am around him.
I feel so sorry for the kid.
He plays cowboys and Indians all alone.
I call him the, Kidster do to his own insanity doom.
Poor boy has, Billy the kid posters all over his room.
I send him off to bed, he asked if I can tuck him in .
I replied with a "No!" He looked at me and started to cry.
The, Kidster ran up in to his room.
One hour later I hear my name "P.D.-P.D, marry me!!"
I open the door the bugger was at it again.
Playing with little wil*y under the sheets.
Laughing to the fact Will-I-am has the perfect name
.
His parent arrive, they give me a hundred dollar bill.
I told them, Billys at it again,
They said thanks P.D. no one dares come around .
Our Kido gets obsessed with every one in town
Maybe he'll grow out of it as soon as he stops wetting his bed
Until than we wonder if he's in to men.
He keeps dreaming of getting slammed all over and over again
This is no slam do not be alarmed Kid. I can write cute to.
By now you should know I am your favorite fan..P.D.
WAKE UP.....
To this cruel society,
Look whats going on,
To the forces you cant see.
Signs are all there,
we recognize and know them.
But its hard ,
to face the fear.
When your mind is ,
not consciously there.
You cant escape, the dream
When everything has a meaning.
We are in a illusive, state.
When we continue, to take in there
Bate.
Everytime we turn on the tv.
What you dont believe, the deception
we breath??
Take a look at the entertainment
industry.
How they dazzle & destort what we
see.
Flaunt there, power , money & greed.
They compensate, fakeness in there
spiritual identity.
They put up signs & symbols,
In gestures with there hands..
Each picture, they take
Has a hidden, sinister message in there
stance
Its scary to concieve, the perception
they lead
You still dont believe?
Watch the rituals that take place,
During halftime superbowl sunday.
As long as, theres media coverage.
We consume this everyday
Just be aware & most of all
WAKE UP!!!!! ........
New Release,
Thin line,
Time descease,
Bright shine.
Ahead of the game,
Shown by evidence,
Professionals name,
Body filled; tense.
I'm clear of doubt,
Finally here,
All about,
The rippled sheer.
Unraveling down West,
Opening up; tall,
Best of the best,
If I can't walk, I'll crawl.
There's intense steam,
Blowing smoke,
Common ground; team,
Haters will hit;but choke.
Phrases by action,
My hand flow,
Stylistic traction,
High to low.
Artistic up front,
Surveying for you,
Messages to hunt,
Head of the crew.
Unwind to heal,
Natural mind at work,
Beauty to kneel,
Intentions to merk.
Parallel order,
Tinkering my brain,
Letter hoarder,
On paper to strain.
I shall generate,
The emphasis expectations,
Stirring up bate,
Hear my unique creations.
It was late summer night
In a valley near Darmstadt
Riding his horse our brave knight
Heading home from an other fight
Rich of glory though in need for a mite
He noticed a strange twinkling light
He wondered what was that
He walked to it
there was a girl in the site
Like an angel dressed in white
In ropes she was so tight
By an evil man on her right
He was reciting a devilish rite
To the devil of hate
That he was trying to reanimate
In no time evil man was out of sight
Our knight pulled his sword out
Show your face, he shout
To the girl he went straight
Saying to her it is alright
My name is Ekkehardt
And what is yours? She said Margrit
Who or what was that devil kite
She said hi is my cousin Hackett
And he wanted me under his fiat
I'm the daughter of Lord Amet
The head of the music lovers institute
Her voice suddenly bate
Hackett behind them to bite
But Ekkehardt stood up for Hackett
Saying hey you naught
Be away from Lady Margrit
The knight's sword became so bright
Fired lightning which hit Hackett
And evil turned tail filled with fright
Ekkehardt saved Lady Margrit
And she became his sweetheart
And he was her soulmate
Everything got back to be quite
In the valley near Darmstadt
A German tale I tried to narrate
But wait
Still not that quiet
Hear evil sound coming from that height
To be continued..........
15 years I have been a prisoner
I was the victim of identity theft
Who I was, that person was stolen,
And it was I who had to do the time
Despite not being the culprit of the crime
Half my life was taken away from me
and i couldn't do anything about it
apart from spending my every waking moment every ounce of energy all of my will and brain power saying every prayer to anyone upstairs trying hoping crying fighting for freedom
Then the day came freedom was on the horizon
My shackles were removed the doors were finally open
My exoneration had been granted I was a free women
My fight for freedom had finally been won
The golden gates to life were unlocked lifted they had been opened
My eyes thought it a mirage of lies,
My brain believed it bate being dangled for me to bite
Another humans cruel joke a sick sense of humour
My heart heaving believing it false nothing but lies
Yet it yearned to believe it was truly true
My hope had been broke so many times before it couldn't cope with it even once more
I couldn't believe it was all finally finished
Over done fineto
The fight was over and I was the Victor
Victorious yet I still felt like a prisoner
The doors opened yet I was stuck stationary
Everything I had spent 15 years fighting for
Was just over the threshold of that door
It was easily within my grasp but it wasn't that easy
I couldn't just step through to freedom
Although the pain from my chronic illness had stabilized
More damage had been done than anyone had realised
My mind was a mindbogglingly mental mess that I was left to address
This was something I hadn't even considered or even processed
So I then had to acknowledge my freedom fight wasn't over yet
A new battle has now begun an invisible fight against my own mental state
A mind set born from 15 years of imprisonment, addiction anguish and pain
it isn't a positive thought process that Ive been left with and have now gained
I think it's safe to say many more battles to fight in this war are up ahead,
Me against I my against me and that Is what I truly fear and dread the enemies are inside my own head.
Thou magic which my heart conceived
upon thy tender chest,
the beat of heart
thy memory kept
as twinge of pain did start.
Though skies be fair or sunny bright
timeless the memory of your eyes,
melting the fabric of my new found life
as I ponder the pain of yours in the night.
Oh how I wish that I could fill
those dreams you had yourself
don't you know I love you still
too true I always will.
I think of you and bate my breath
thou loving gaze, thy sweet caress.
Though I know, nevertheless
right for me...
you were just a little less
Of all I needed
and that I dreamed
from the first for which I pleaded
yet nothing and everything was as it seemed
Ache I will for roots grown deep
hidden underground
though balanced branches take their reach
'twas under the soil depth was found.
Some deep abiding mystery
mine heart shall not forget
that unforgettable symphony
holding tune the tempo of regret
Just this moment beholding the moon
a sigh passes nary my lips
in hopes my wish could find you soon
the hand of loves timeless click
In my heart still I hold you
where room knows no boundary wall
a promise of forever not untrue
when the memory of your eyes I recall
Even now when joy is full
to the brim and runneth over
what could have been's still have their pull
and tear my heart asunder
Still I wish with all my heart
true love you find again
this time ready to impart
the actions of lesser men
Waste not thy years
with so few left
in sadness or regret,
but take thy tears
commingled here
living for what's coming yet...
For fate has sealed
It's place in time
the season of its days,
For choice of heart and of its ways
are perplexities I can't explain.
Unto infinity you'll hold in part
that chain wound round my heart
a voice and eyes that now must hide
In the pocket full of memories of my life.
Such is the sorrow to know you hurt
and all the damage done
If only this wish at once deferred
and of your heartache be done
Through my trials and tribulations
Lord guide my decisions.
Through my journey, my paths,
Lord guide my mission.
You know my heart.
For better days you know that I'm wishing.
Living the street life was never in my vision.
Through in the hook, got the bate
for prosperity, I'm fishing.
Watching the air to catch my blessings.
Paying close attention.
If it wasn't for you Lord
I wouldn't be where I'm at.
Walking with me like footprints
Lord, I thank you for that.
You are my best friend.
I'm so happy that we met.
Loving you above all.
I will never regret.
On that day my soul grew midstream, midstream;
I threw my Antarctic upon the floor;
They are perfumed from unseen sunken breams;
There Venusian's underscored treasures;
Take all that’s from out my heart does measures;
Oceans surrounding submissive pleasures;
I heard a domestic, marine oiling;
My small mouth bass, I could not awaken;
Seas crave the endogenous, temps boiling;
Sharp tooth sharks swim for fish for the taken;
Darken shadowed waters covered stricken;
Sea starfish broken dead floating silken;
In their stepped a vibratory sea bass;
Shark bate, I crave the saturnine south seas;
An echo from ocean floor hollered back;
above and below ocean mangrove trees;
also threw my whiting on shore of seas;
Was standout, breakout stout watery breeze;
When thinking of underwater ocean
Think seaweed in liquid torrent motion ?
3/30/19
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