Best Invested Poems
That last day leaving summer camp,
didn't know she would be there too.
My protector, my ghost..
I expect each of us as kids dreamed,
yet scared to define the two.
Watched as she drove away, life lost a little of its taste
so far out of my league, yet always wondered,
what another life could've replaced.
Don't invest in secrets of yesterday,
and certainly not tomorrow.
Put all your coin on this today..
that which all old men
seek to borrow.
Carry your heart for all to respect,
live long all precious days.
Don't trust your soul to intellect,
for it'll abandon you..
just when you trusted it
to stay.
There's genius in a child's clutch,
and love in life's brocade.
Without it most don't hold to much,
and see all wither that they made.
Don't know if the past matters much,
to me remains ever just the same.
When two lives shared all in touch,
and one just a picture in a frame.
God with love from heaven
created us a dream
and came to walk among us
to teach us how to swing
He made his birth a miracle
a virgin birth for man
angels told his loved one's
do not to be afraid
For God created Mary's child
there is no one to blame
he came to walk among us
and teach us how to love
He came to walk among us
and teach us how to save
he came to walk among us
and teach us how to care
he came to walk among us
a guide to better days
he told his young disciple's
I go towards my home
you must invest my money
and help my money grow
the parable I speak of
the parable of the talents
where Jesus said to others
I go towards my fathers home
you must invest and grow my home
I give to one five talents
expecting he makes more
expecting he invests it
and make's my money grow
expecting he'll invest it
and make it five times more
then once he's made his profit
his wisdom he will use
his job to stop the suffering
his job to help the poor
for everyone's a child of mine
a child needs my love
a child needs his family
to buy his food for lunch
the money that we give to God
the tithe a Christians lot
should then have been invested
creating earning more
the money if invested
would make the jobs for you
creating then the wealth we need
for Church and Christian two
creating then the jobs we need
for people in this world
he came to walk among us
and teach us how to rule.
imagine then the church my friend
investing all it earns
they would provide the jobs for us
and kick starvation out
instead they spent it on themselves
and need to tidy up their house
improve the lives of man and mouse
Doreen, listen to the beat of my heart
As my tears flow in rivers of your telepathy
Woven over time from the start
As our love swims in sympathy and empathy.
Doreen, don’t walk out on me
Despite the ludicrous loss of face
I inflicted on you for all to see
Now I feel like a heel out of place.
Doreen, down on my knees I plead
For your mercy in earnest
Cos you and I together feed
The love tested and invested in our nest.
Doreen, rest assured I mean well
Despite foibles I somehow carry
Though stances, glances and circumstances fail to tell
You how much you I want to marry.
PRAISING ANCHORED INVESTED POETIC TIME
(Apropos Of My Brilliant Poetry Extended Family)
Sitting there with quiet waves
Of a full wrinkling oceanic mind,
Smooth pensive allegorical thoughts
Flow to a self waiting thirsty anchoring
To buoy and deeply deposit and bank
Until their pregnant birthing interest
Has accrued and their pen established:-
Meanwhile, be blessed assured, that time
Invested in these waving words, quietly flowing
To soon wet the shores of welcoming desired minds,
Has not been an evaporated waste of watering time:-
No, what has accrued, is deemed to be
The impregnated frothing inspirations from
The wise watered-waving womb of our mind’s
Flowing poetic ocean of awareness, peace, and love:-
So, come on now–sailing poets–anchor up!
Set sails and get swelling awareness streaming!
Those here on distant shores are anxiously
Awaiting our fueling, frothing inspiration:-
A peeping eye, like pendulum, swinging through the keyhole.
Just to pass the time.
It's a curious thing.
Flicks transfixed betwixed the clicks of the ticks of the clock as it shifts.
What is it seeking?
Is it trying to get inside?
From what I can see, must seemingly be?Else dauntless to tacitly leer at me, endlessly?
It's gaze now fills my space.
Reflected light, like pressing weight.
With waning wax, on candle racks.
Wayward streams, Entomb book stacks.
The flame soon waivers.
Moonlight streams saviours.
Still rattled by this ocular occlusion with listless glint and moonstruck tint a now blindingly glaring intrusion.
What do you want?
leave me alone!
Suddenly the lingering barely innocuous vision, grumbles. A gratuitous guttural gurgling, blindsides.
"We had a deal".
"I've come to collect".
No hope of egress, a gust of distress impales my chest. Swell the chemical tempest. In feeble condescending placation.
"I can wait"
"What's mine, is mine"
Like marionette strung to gesture and tongue. He has no age, sanctuary becomes my cage.
It's only been five years!
This wasn't the deal.
Like cardinal thrust, firm disorienting adjust, centres misaligned thought.
"Twenty from your total"
"Twenty for her total"
Thinking I could've grown to further relish, my only blooming rapture.
Such short-sighted swindle, wilt be desperate so mired.
Undone begets undone.
Sinister, for right seems bare no meaning.
As the former a fiction of fanciful phathomings.