I
on the beach of every person that was and will be
i was but a single grain of sand…
nature and death the humblers of man…
external labels should be replaced with simply “i am.”
much like life this poem is free verse no iambs…
where every face seems to have an ulterior
in today’s world, at birth none are superior or inferior
the key rests in judging less of the exterior…
though many men choose evil,
so one must gage their interior…
they squander the gift and deserve society’s backlash
still some men are unrightfully
grouped in with society’s trash…
our judging eyes often deceive us like cash…
the universe which sees collective over (>) the Ego’s trap…
looking in nature’s processes will help one see that…
there is a “you” that exists off society’s map…
expand your mind and it may land in your lap…
A soft caress within the night
awakens my burning need for bliss.
Entangled with your warm delight,
seduction starts amidst this kiss.
Your lips, alluring and divine,
engulf me in desire's retreat.
Enamored by our sweet design
we draft a gage for love's elite.
Upon a canvas of romance
your beauty draws my sex appeal.
Excitement's blush begins its dance
as roaming fervor paints with zeal.
While skillful strokes discreetly trace
a portrait rich with cherished details,
a crimson glow adorns my face
as exaltation's hand prevails.
I gaze upon the scene where rapture hides,
the masterpiece that is you now on display.
Artistic inspiration guides
until the vibrant break of day.
As rays of dawn light the sky
we drift into a tranquil sleep.
On wings of love we ever fly
in dreams where passion's pull is deep.
67 years 8 months, you are now of age
What achievements have you to gage
Married twice children there are four
What legacy is left as you walk out the door
Bowler. Firefighter, part time clown
Carpenter, DPW worker, man with a frown
Wonderful daughter, 2 boys and one stepson
To most this would be a lottery won
A failed engagement, divorce, a marriage of 41 years
Look back on my life, bring on the tears
Take a good long look and you clearly see
sixty-seven years, not where you thought you’d be
Clock counting down, retirement looms
A new chapter in life about to bloom
Pension set, financially sound
Damn I am not ready to just sit around
Beating their wings hard against the wind
stars spring out soft, then slowly rescind
Unwinding their colors round fur line trees
the world as we know it falls at their knees;
Supernatural scents permeating the air
diffusing their magic with charm and with flare
Utopian eyes that wander then mirror
cool crystal waters that cloak and transmit her
Down in the orchard a butterfly sprite
with emerald wings to gage through the night
They dance and they flutter on wings of slow butter
hovering gentle to hither and skitter
inside a dominion of archmage enchanters.
A carpet of flowers surrounded by magic and dew,
slow sip aromas of chamomile essence & feverfew.
Open doth my soul and thine own breath bequeath
for here in this realm of mine, none else exists
gage me in dear moon, for I hunger here beneath
the ribboning rays of blue, come be my Deist
Open doth my mind and thine own thoughts ingrace
for over there the world is whole again
no wars, no diseases, no hatred of men on each face
sewing stars on God's breast, let us whisper Amen !
Open doth my heart and through thine own hold true
like the northward river of cane that flows through me
keep me aligned to your light and I will never be blue
as long as I have you close, I will always be free
Open doth my soul and thine own breath bequeath
gage me in dear moon, for I hunger here beneath
True love is kind-
a gift to find;
with take and give-
at ease, two live.
Four eyes must see;
four ears set free
to hear and know
each joy and woe.
On open page,
both sort and gage
what ways are best
to meet the test.
To put self last
may seem too vast;
but lets both gear
to earn top tier.
True love must send
firm sign to fend
fear it will sway-
and melt away.
With mind and soul
love wins the goal;
when it is true-
will bind like glue.
An eye for an eye
A lie for a truth
A song for a sigh
A note for a groove
A line for a page
A pen for some ink
A light for a stage
A show for a drink
An app for an age
A web for a site
A chart for a gage
A gig for a bite
A kiss for a chance
A tongue for a taste
A Duce for a dance
A catch for a phrase
~Billy Hitz~
my birdies, this morning,
singing sweetly a love song.
the tune in winsome soaring -
to this God’s creation I belong.
they fall autumnal silent.
t’was but a brief flight
to my mind. it was private.
my birdies out of sight.
t’was but a quick interlude -
a moment that i caught.
brilliantly, it brightened my mood -
caught my blind spot.
now silence except the rumble
of a car or the refrigerator.
it is agony - still, i’m humble
that God is a regenerator.
leaves fall silently, pinched
in autumn’s infringment.
each branch has flinched
with cold rush impingement.
and sadly, Gage, the chocolate lab
from next door has walked over
the rainbow bridge - to the heart a stab,
difficult season for my friends - a fall changeover.
10/4/2022
At my present in excusable age
I still crazily rage
In lien of acting The Sage:
Bold to open a wrong page
Upon receipt of a poor wage:
The Dry Look of one in a cage
And to my Boss “I’m twice your age!”
And at this far-gone age,
A few things I bother to gauge,
Little releasing to Image,
To one day end up in my village …
In short, at things I rush
And Concerned Advisers hush
Or their advice crush
Or watch their concern crash
And still mumble a line rash.
You go to your local store to buy Christmas wrapping paper,
For 5 NZ Dollars you get 3 rolls of Wrapping paper,
Each roll is 70 cm X 2 Metres.
You are about to buy the Christmas wrapping paper,
When you notice 3 Dollars will give a single roll of the same wrapping paper,
The single roll is 70 cm X 5 Metres.
Don't you just Love shopping in the modern age,
Where it is hard to Gage
If two for one is cheaper than one plus one,
So, if in a hurry you come away with none.
The snowman charged with trespassing
as his face was melting and his carrot
was floating, like driftwood in threshold
crossing. Santa and his reindeer
pull out the naughty list. Frosty is
not the one who’s in trouble. “Sorry
Frosty,” says Santa, “you must melt
a little bit longer as your neighbor
gets madder and madder - turns
Christmas Red, like Rudolph’s sporty nose,
so I can gage how much coal
I need to have the naughty department sack.
I’ll be back my friend
to put you
back
together
again…
on Dancer…on Vixen”****
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12/9/2021
Does humanity ever change?
He deceives the people; claims he is a king.
Hang him on a cross would be just the thing.
They do not confess the truth of the church.
Burn them at the stake or worse.
Make them wear an arm band.
Then gas them throughout the land.
They are enemies of the state.
Thus, the gulags they create.
They do not comply with the revolution.
Eliminate them is the one solution.
Ban a book, delete an account,
Silence voices of decent.
Only allow majority assent.
For a man can only speak, what a man can think.
In these current days and times,
Government and media have combined,
To assault the language; thus, our minds.
Control the language, control the mind.
For man can only speak, what a man can think.
Folks let fear take them over.
Succumbing to popular notions;
Believing they provide protections;
Blinded by cowardly inventions.
Forgetting all of histories lessons,
Regarding dangerous insurrections,
Claimed by men seeking self-elevation.
Yet, there is no way to gage the power;
Of one man unwilling to cower.
Who stands up strong at the fateful hour;
Resisting wrongs of a throng’s clamor.
For a man can truly speak, when a man can think.
God's word shines in front of me
to guide and comfort all the way
confirmation by our oath has sworn
God's righteous law by our stay
In the midst of much affliction
cry out to God for His sword that's life
give to the Lord the praise He's due
learn His rules so avoid this world's strife
With my whole life held in my hands
keeping my eyes continually on God's law
be always aware of the devil's snares
make sure to see God's word with awe
My heart is ever filled with joy
knowing God's law for my heritage
follow my heart to do your will
obeying divine law my constant gage
(This is my " Psalm 119 project" which I began to write a couple of years ago, so this is the fourteenth poem of twenty-two poems I've written over that time to cover all of Psalm 119.)
I may not be so popular with the comments and the views
and although I never make the front liners nor the news
the one thing I do know is this I got friends that are true
They know to find my page and send me my heart's gage
even if I didn't win a contest nor cause the latest rage
I dislike gossip and fake people and yes, I love to sage
I don't evaluate myself by the amount of likes dislikes
preferring Cinderella's stage coach over shiny motorbikes
I don't sit in the cinders and take pleasure in the spikes
I'm an ordinary poet who loves to write about this and that
very private with my sort so I won't say where I hang my hat
and if you really must know, I love dogs more then I love cats.
In the previous post I talked about a limited tool, LANUGUAGE.
What on earth is a LANUGAUGE?
Think LAN u Gauge
A Gauge for a LAN: Limited Area Network
Please don not limit your area to the West, or East, or Earth. A multiverse with galaxies await you
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