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You too would hide behind the hood if you only knew the truth How heroes where made in the naughty little Ham So let us begin the tell of Robin The quivering arrow of Sherwood Like the bird his points mostly hit the dirt or how many a time friar tuck had to duck and that the merry in Lincoln green’s looked more like an apple dumpling gang but England needed fame even if they couldn’t hit a thing Unlike a deer stagecoaches could be stopped thus introducing the true shot the woman behind the man Hidden by the curtain the arrows sing hitting their mark The lady of May plays distressed and seduction does the rest So nervous Robin feels like the Don of Nottingham To steal from the rich and give to the poor the plan Poor Marion so gifted in an age of man They would have been caught more than not by the Sheriff and his men if not for her true aim as blazing arrows hit their saddles with butts aflame The shaky quivering arrow gives them the slip Unbeknownst and it’s funny maid Marion should be on the throne
The Age of Man
We carried on
The age of man
Till moon of tin bore
An electric sun
And all machines
Shone bright and clean
Keeping silent
But wanting more
Till the purpose mind
Did loose its time
In idle waves lament
Through prostitution of evolution
A self induced torrent
Took his mind till eyes fell blind
Unraveled the very core
To spit it bright into the night
Every secret that endured
Till all the stars fell off in drought
Withered at the root
Every galaxy was brought to knee
By the embassy we took
And God came down
To spy our crown
In towers that we command
As every tree
Laid low to be
A place that we should stand
While all the earth
Gave up its worth
Mountains fell to sand
But those machines
All we could see
God left us standing there
So gathering the ways
Of all his days
His books and all his score
Scattered it high into the sky
Into the cloud he stored
Every thought
That effort bought
By page, pen and grave
And set to fire
By all his ire
Knowledge eons gave
While dirt of earth gave up its worth
Lay idle, a broken land
Gave lifeless life unto the night
And Metal, a full command
Till from the hearth soulless marched
The field of Mars and woe
To stand in line as engines grind
In that womb steel did grow
From something other
Than a loving mother
A milk of gasoline
In burning oil and writhing toil
A demon she did wean
So the thought machine
Did kiss our dream
As man must lay to rest
But that unblinking eye
Our thoughts did spy
And developed its own interests
And not one of we
Did need to be
Said that steel abhorrent pet
And once the master, fell fast, then faster
Until not one of we were left
An an age for I
The lidless eye
Not troubled by truth or dare
Stays unseen
By human being
And continues its lifeless stair
And rain came down from man made cloud
In that fog the Godless kept
All the ways until that day
And away it all was swept
The Age of Man
We carried on
The age of man
Till moon of tin bore
An electric sun
And all machines
Shone bright and clean
Keeping silent
But wanting more
Till the purpose mind
Did loose its time
In idle waves lament
Through prostitution of evolutions
A self induced torrent
Took his mind till eyes fell blind
Unraveled the very core
To spit it bright into the night
Every secret that endured
Till all the stars fell off in drought
Withered at the root
Every galaxy was brought to knee
By the embassy we took
And God came down
To spy our crown
In towers that we command
As every tree
Laid low to be
A place that we should stand
While all the earth
Gave up its worth
Mountains fell to sand
But those machines
All we could see
God left us standing there
So gathering the ways
Of all his days
His books and all his score
Scattered it high into the sky
Into the cloud he stored
Every thought
That effort bought
By page, pen and grave
And set to fire
By all his ire
Knowledge eons gave
While dirt of earth gave up its worth
Lay idle, a broken land
Gave lifeless life unto the night
And Metal, a full command
Till from the hearth soulless marched
The field of Mars and woe
To stand in line as engines grind
In that womb steel did grow
From something other
Than a loving mother
A milk of gasoline
In burning oil and writhing toil
A demon she did wean
So the thought machine
Did kiss our dream
As man must lay to rest
But that unblinking eye
Our thoughts did spy
And developed its own interests
And not one of we
Did need to be
Said that steel abhorrent pet
And once the master, fell fast, then faster
Until not one of we were left
An an age for I
The lidless eye
Not troubled by truth or dare
Stays unseen
By human being
And continues its lifeless stair
Till rain came down from man made cloud
In that fog the Godless kept
All the ways until that day
And away it all was swept
Us, a term meaning together whether family or friends or total strangers.
Us, you see’ we are on the only thing that provides life, earth and all it’s dangers.
Us within an earthly circle mere thousands of miles round, and that is it.
Us, put here by God to believe in His way of “Love” and to have faith in His Holy Spirit.
Us, who have to figure a way to survive if overpopulation doesn’t do humanity in, plaques, will.
Us, who face annihilation by ravishing God’s earth while earthquakes are more frequent still.
Us, looking as predicted for the heavenly signs abound all around.
Us, who heed our Father’s will, to love Jesus is very profound.
Us, make no bones this earth concerns man more so then most know it’s all we have.
Us, all on earth who hasn’t heeded God’s laws and disobeys the “Word”. We fail to behave.
Us, who are blessed made in God’s image disobeying our Spiritual souls, continue to kill.
Us, when we should know a penalty will befall all killing everything from God’s animals to birds, killing everything on earth at will.
Us, should get that the path to God the Father is very slim.
Us, should know the prospect of not listening is our future getting to God’s Spiritual Kingdom is very dim.
Us, who do follow the “Word” say this to all my brothers’, friends and enemies alike, we have love for all and we are very vigil.
Us, together will face this great tribulation soon a time of the age of man, God promises that Jesus will return and He will not be civil.
Us, all on this planet will see a new Spiritual world with our loving God. A world changed in a blink of an eye.
Us, who will obey the Father and have love for all His creations, will be on a Spiritual high.
Us, who will no longer see things in adversity but with love,
Us, who will be blessed from our Father on high, a gift from up above.
(Earth's creation to the end of the last Ice Age)
© 2008 (Jim Sularz)
Sun’s first rise over life-less skies, the earth cools, and the waters pool -
the Sun Burns East to West.
And the planet’s broken plates quake and move.
Lightning strikes, the waters stir, and the bonds of life begin to churn -
the Sun Burns East to West.
And the waters swirl in a living urn.
Strange aquatic things, they all evolve, some spiny finned, start to crawl -
the Sun Burns East to West.
And they slowly stretch erect and tall.
Eons pass where the cunning reign, a savage place, with small sized brains -
the Sun Burns East to West.
And the dead surrender their twisted remains.
An asteroid streaks from the sky, blocks out the sun, cause most to die -
the Sun burns East to West.
And all in the blink of Time’s eye.
Footprints in stone, some on mountainsides, make it clear that rocks don’t lie -
the Sun Burns East to West.
And the fossils always tell the time.
Eons pass and eons more, the fittest evolves, and man is born -
the Sun Burns East to West.
And the early brain, once fast asleep, begins to dream and mourn.
The first million years, man lives in fear, learns to hunt, invents the spear -
the Sun Burns East to West.
And migrates to claim the vast frontiers.
Tools from stone and controlled fire, creates language, that shake man’s empire -
the Sun Burns East to West.
And splash cave paintings with human inspire.
Life-times of hunter-gathering, and story-telling in the dark -
the Sun Burns East to West.
And a world spins with a million hearts.
The Earth starts to warm, the oceans rise, and the waters shape the lands -
the Sun Burns East to West.
And when an Ice Age ends, then comes, the Age of Man.
A somber sleep falls upon Saturn,
as the Golden Age of Man comes to an end,
passing like silver moons' phases to another cycle of time,
and the fortunes of both man and of woman,
they are paid for in currency of toil and strife,
like the coin paid to the ferryman of the River Styx,
in which mortality meets finally it's end.
His rings orbit no longer in joy for opulence and wealth upon the Terran sphere,
as the arrears of humankind causes humanity to pay for the wages of its sin,
and the din and misery of war starts slowly to creep forward,
as The Sun,
before a source of warmth,
it blazes forth in oppressive heat,
breeding the locusts that come from corruption of matter in rot,
as the trials and tribulations of humanity,
they now come to be to the gods to be as naught.
Oh,
how I mourn for Saturn in his mysterious sleep,
as somehow,
the mystery of how this silver age that has come to pass,
it settles upon my brow,
and I fear now that this age of silver that just now dawns,
that it will recede further to an e'en more corrupted age of bronze,
in which humanity shall strive to til the soil with broken back and heavy heart,
asking in his soul what has come to pass,
why,
after a time in bounteous glory,
the gods have come to abandon them to sorrowed repast...
Copyright © 2015 Robert Matejko
Never do anything and nothing is done
Never love anyone and no one is loved
Never believe in something and everything is believed
Do I hate life or does life hate me
Do I fear life of does life fear me
Do I hide life or does life hide me
Do I deny life or does life deny me
What is life but an illusion of time
Just seconds of the Age of man
Just a breathe from the nostrils of God
Meaningless for the future was decided
For nothing we do nothing we say
Nothing we believe can change Destiny
It is Finished
Life is hollow empty and broken
We are scavengers on the scabs of life
Boasting in self worth
Preaching in defiance
Mocking our souls
Deveining our spirits
Lingering in our wallow
We evolved into blemishes on the skin of Time
Soon to be scratched away is dust in the wind
We live in our secure graves of fear
Worshiping youth and yearning for gold
Numb our minds hard our hearts
Living as lifeless blobs fed on technology
We died before we are born
Death is bored
Dying is easy and welcomed
Dying is induced
Human race cancers into oblivion
The gates of Eden are rusted and fallen
The Garden is a patch of weeds
Surrounding a dead stump
Whose remnants of bark
Hold a shed snake skin
Whistling with the wind...
Sands of Time
these grains of sand passing by I find
are like the memories of lives gone past
and as these sands of time flow through my mind
I wonder when I will find the key at last
living in caves searching the heavens
fishing in streams and hunting my meals
and each morning as the sun star leavens
my mind turns like stone age wheels
a million years have come and gone
I suppose a million more will pass on by
the age of man has hardly dawn
I look up and wonder why
why am I here just what is my purpose
sometimes I feel this is such a cruel game
in this ring of a crazy circus
am I a fool should I feel some shame
some say just keeping faith is all you need
I think that's a hopeful guess
you cannot know from where came the seed
it is impossible to say truly yes
many before me and yet more will come
to trudge through the desert of life
the sands of time shifting beat like a drum
and we dance on to music from the fife
I can only hope that when I have gone
no one will shake their heads and say
he followed in line just like a pawn
retracing steps of another day
once again I look to the sky
ever searching for inspiration devine
feeling tears fall from my eye
tears of all mankind not just mine
Gomer LePoet...
There’s nothing wrong
In wanting things to be simple.
Living the simple life
So others can simply live.
Wanting life to be simple
Is an honest desire.
But of course, that’s not reality.
Life is complicated,
And full of mystery and surprises.
But still, if only . . .
Everyone lived by the Golden Rule
To bring about the Golden Age of Man.
If only . . .
Everyone believed in karma there’d be no need for money.
Only sharing’d be the thing and, nothing else’d matter.
Just try it for once, to be remotely like Jesus,
Just to see what might happen.
If only . . .
Everyone took a flying leap of faith
And transformed into Gurus of Love.
Wear a godbody for a change.
And actually, take a chance
To believe in oneself.
The fact is is that everyone deserves happiness.
Everyone deserves love that’s true.
Anyone can change to do the right thing.
Put down the past and
Stomp on the imaginary spider of fear
That sucks soulblood to certain death.
And fly above it all.
Avoid the entangled web of doubt.
Be blessed. Blessed be.
There’s nothing wrong with being me.
There’s nothing wrong
In wanting things simple.
And simply to be,
Simply me.
The golden leaves have made their show
that always comes this time of year,
but now as limbs are looking bare,
an umber blanket covers ground.
I’ve seen the harvest moon on high
as farmers reap what they have sown
when spring was warm and rains were soft,
and life was young and full of hope.
I’ve felt the greet of crisp fall morn
as dog days finally disappeared,
and seen the flair of Aster’s bloom
that softly bath in autumn sun.
But now this late November chill
as winds are blowing from the north;
the skies have turned a shade of grey
that beckons bears to hibernate.
This changing season causes me
to pause and ponder life itself;
‘tis said it’s but a metaphor
for time of year and age of man.
Like golden leaves, these golden years
leave barren limbs and umber grounds;
the greying hair is like the skies
of late November’s dulling hue.
And as I ponder season’s change
my thoughts have turned inside myself
to moments past and current paths,
and mulling what my future holds.
I’m wondering if I will see
the coming of another spring,
or will my being hibernate
eternally within its tomb.
October 16, 2020
Blank verse written in iambic tetrameter