Best To That Poems
Back To That Beauty, In World's Dear Blue Sky
I exist, despite world's dark, angry scowls
In my dreams as a panther on the prowl
In tune with Nature, hunted by mankind
Living as a beast, of another kind
Absent, the deep darkness once within me
Fearlessly tread path, setting my soul free!
I exist, truth is I do not know why
I see such gleaming beauty in blue sky
And black rage festering within mankind
Racing into oblivion so blind!
I exist, world's powers oft I deny
When alone, 'tis true often tears I cry
In future happiness upward I fly
Back to that beauty, in world's dear blue sky!
Robert J. Lindley, July 5th, 1977
Sonnet,
( Wherein Briefly, A Heart And Soul Can Clearly See )
Note:
A dear poet friend asked me yesterday to post something not so dark.
Maybe write a new more beautiful and optimistic poem.
Well, I tried but my mood would not allow one to come that I felt measured up. So, I searched in my chest of old poems that had never yet seen the light of day and found this one. Present it, hoping that it measures up to meet the request. I was a very young 23 years old when I composed it--" many ages ago it now so seems".. Presented now with no edits.
I Wonder what is...
Times of moments to be...
Soon shall all see..
God's Glory So Divine
Do you know where your going?
Do you know what time it is?
Do you know your running late?
Do you know you need to get ready?
Do you know we have a date?
Smile..
I know.. where I am going
I know what time it is
I know I am ready
Yes.. Looking forward to that date..
Eternity is just a step away
Time is Now..
Don't delay.. any longer..
don't be too late..
Come to Jesus..
While there is Time...
Get ready..
For God's Glourious Date..
Day of Our Lord
Jesus Christ
Forever Shall Reign
All the Angels Shall Sing
Glory Glory Glory
To Our Divine King
CLING TO THAT HOPE
Though you may never understand the reason for this trial,
Why suddenly your world caved in and took away your smile,
You still can reach out to the Lord, and He can help you cope,
So place your burden at His feet and cling now to that hope.
Though many questions plague your mind, you wonder what went wrong,
The storm that you’re now going through has stole your joyful song,
You still can draw near to His side, His promises can claim,
So take your grief and tears to Him and call upon His name.
Though suddenly your life is changed and you feel left alone,
There’s one who never left your side and all your cares has known.
It did not take Him by surprise, His comfort now is here;
If you will just now call on Him, you’ll see that He is near.
It’s hard to look beyond what seems the end now of your rope,
But He is at the other end, so cling now to that hope.
Our words have such a limit now, there’s much we cannot say,
And we, too, do not understand why this has come your way.
But we know you can call on God and we know you will find
His words of comfort, promise, too, will calm your troubled mind.
Somehow this all will work for good, though that is hard to see,
But God’s grace always will endure; in Him’s security.
God’s promise says your loved one dwells now where life’s weights are broke,
So place your faith in Him right now and cling now to that hope.
Dedicated to the family of Jay Wilhelm.
I Wonder what is...
Times of moments to be...
Soon shall all see..
God's Glory So Divine
Do you know where your going?
Do you know what time it is?
Do you know your running late?
Do you know you need to get ready?
Do you know we have a date?
Smile..
I know.. where I am going
I know what time it is
I know I am ready
Yes.. Looking forward to that date..
Eternity is just a step away
Time is Now..
Don't delay.. any longer..
don't be too late..
Come to Jesus..
While there is Time...
Get ready..
For God's Glourious Date..
Day of Our Lord
Jesus Christ
Forever Shall Reign
All the Angels Shall Sing
Glory Glory Glory
To Our Divine King
Bourbon; whisky- on the rocks,
Chased by draughts of Coke
Or was it lines sniffed from the clock-
Forgotten after several tokes?
Join the Clan of Ativan,
(Betrothed to one Ms. Lora Tab)
In vodka pools, serenely swam-
By many needles, duly stabbed
My Ecstasy for LSD,
In quiet dens of Opium
Magic Mushrooms picked for me-
And a sip of amber rum...
This story was relayed to me......
Was there magic in those rainbow lights...
Shining on that bar room floor
'Cause last night something turned one beer
Into seven more!
Well...I got home just a little late
And I couldn't find my keys
I thought it was mighty nice of her.....
To open the door for me
And there she stood.......
Well she talked about my mother...
And then cussed me again
But I was bound and determined
To pitch my two cents in
With macho words like Why? and Don't!
And Oh baby....Please
I stood up to that woman!!
On my knees
Well that old couch was concrete hard
Since our waterbed was so smooth
'Thought I'd go upstairs and see
If she was in a better mood
So I knocked on our bedroom door
'Said honey I just can't sleep
'Thought it was mighty nice of her
To open up for me
And THERE she stood.....
Well she talked about my mother...
And then cussed me again
But I was bound and determined
To pitch my two cents in
With macho words like Why? and Don't!
And oh baby Please!!
I stood up to that woman!!
On my knees
Protected by copyright
and a sleepless night
All rights are HERS
Oh Salient
One..
These lines
salute you
not
because
thou art a
great ruler
of people
but it
sings your
praise
because
thou art a
Great
leader of
the
people...
As Our
Comrades
would put
it 'Whom
the Cap
Fits'..
Like Da
Vinchi, Like
Hippocrates...
To You do
we etch
these
salient
lines..
Lines that
Honour
men that
dance to
the
drumbeat
of the
spirits...
Men that
see above
the Alps,
To Men
That See
Through,
do we
Chant
these
Odes..
We lift up
voices we
lift up our
waists..
My good
friends do
come and
dance
to the
health of
this
greatman..
Selah
Take me to that world
Where I can be what I want
Where the things I imagine come to life
Where minds connect and resonate as one
Where anger, corruption and sorrow are unknown
Where peace, prosperity and happiness are only known
Where even nature knows only to hum
Where will I find such a dream world?
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
Listen! Listen to that sound!
It's the choir of Angels singing all around.
It's the melody of heavenly pride,
Asking us all to take that ride.
Listen! Listen to that voice!
It's our God telling us to make the right choice.
It's his way of showing us the love,
Love that only comes straight from above.
Whispering Shadows Are Waltzing To That Undulating Beat
Moon by day is a faintly cast glow, a poetic dance
If Love's hand in play, it is a fabulous gold romance
Spinning round the sky for the audience's delicious glee
Oh, my lover that is the beauty for both you and me
As we enjoy and watch the parade in Mother sky
Yet quite oft a message resides within asking the why
Whispering shadows are waltzing to that undulating beat
As humanity rejoices in finding new ways to cheat
Alas! There always is a very steep-set price to pay
For Heaven always has the final, truer, righteous say
Our Lord rejoices when we heed those biblical held laws
Else we in deep pain, wake up to deep slashing devil's claws!
Dare we in blind ignorance walk a sad crooked trail?
Follow loud, baying hell-hounds right into unholy hell?
In the U S March is Women's History Month, and tomorrow, March 8, is International Women's Day. So, ladies everywhere, this piece is for you. Salud!
You are woman, so defined,
You are perfectly designed,
Every aspect of your being makes you who you are.
You meet the challenges you face
With intelligence and grace,
Because of you the human race has come so far.
You have measure, you have worth,
And your purpose here on Earth
Is to show the world war's not the only way.
You may question, you may doubt,
But you bring good things about,
And do it all without a rancorous display.
Man is creation at its worst,
Why you were not invented first
Is a mystery, unsolvable, it's true.
Though chauvinists may sneer and scoff,
We might be so much better off
If the running of the world were up to you.
We'll never understand God's plan,
So from one less-than-perfect man,
To all you women,
Thanks for all the things you do.
So helpless I am
Letting her leave me, my mom.
A cave built of salt-water
Is all I could see.
I struggle and stride
Fighting the tide.
I see my neighbors floating;
Alas! How can they sleep at this time?
I wonder, from where the water came!
All of a sudden;
Uprooting huge trees and massive buildings
Chasing us out of our home.
I am scared, my poor teddy
He will be all alone at home
I am longing for my mom to come back
To get back to him.
But, where did she go, my mom?
She held my hand so tight
Not to give up at any height.
I heard her screaming,
“Hold on to that wood dear
Until I get back”
She left my hands and swam away.
So helpless I am
Letting her leave me, my mom.
A cave built of salt-water
Is all I could see.
They call me a tsunami-victim
Who lost his home, his parents
And his poor teddy!
I hear my mom screaming,
“Hold on to that wood dear
Until I get back”.
She's gone to that great Banqueting Hall
To her Mansion in the sky:
To sit with Jesus the King of kings
and all the hosts on high.
The pain and agony all have gone;
Peace has settled in!
She's looking down on all of you
with a happy, contented grin.
She suffered much in those last days,
Oh, what a time she had.
Knowing you were all at hand
kept her from going mad.
She's happy now in that great place,
a place that's very rare:
She hopes some day to meet you soon,
on the golden stairs.
"Be happy now, my dear friends,
Be happy, be at peace:
I've experienced something quite unique!
It has brought me sweet release."
History's regeneration is genetic culture's re-creation.
Positive psychology's rehabilitative health
is political science's
and economic's
cooperative regenerative wealth.
Permaculture Design's polycultural climaxing biosystem
is like Community Economic Development's Beloved Trade Guild
ecosystems
feeding and breeding Historical-Cultural Communities
of regeneratively self-optimizing health and wealth.
Regenerative optimization is polycultural recreational vocation
as ego purgation fuels eco-normative sublimation.
Light is dark at night
as white is absence of black by day.
This revolution of gravity's co-prehension
is that recycle of co-arising nonduality.
Here is also Now
as Yang's spacious enlightenment
explicates Yin's empowering flow of time
we regeneratively recreate.
You are part of me right now
if I was part of you
when This became That
which you understand.