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As a child growing up with blurred vision I use to wonder…
could anything be worse?
But the older I grew I began to see my blurry vision
as a blessing…not a curse.
When other children called me four-eyes…
I knew that wasn’t right….
but it made me hate to wear the very thing
that would improve my sight.
Looking back…I’d like to thank those kids for calling me that cruel name…
because without my glasses…with my blurry vision
everybody looked the same.
Without my glasses I couldn’t make out details…
who was tall, short, fat or thin…
with all the colors burred together
I could not distinguish the color of ones’s skin.
Which, when it came to meeting people
gave me an advantage right from the start.
I had to watch more closely what a person said or did
which allowed me to see into their heart.
This is why for some people with 20-20 vision
my surprise I cannot hide…
when they concentrate on the details…on the differences in others
and don’t take the time to see inside.
Which makes me wonder who was blessed more in life
those with blurry vision…just like me…
Or those who, despite their perfect vision,
are still unable to see?
This day will be remembered in infamy,
When insurrectionists brought horror and shame.
While they attacked our foundation of democracy,
Looking for the innocent & other ghosts to blame.
A common viewpoint of this event was disbelieving,
Such that, how could this even happen at all?
To the point where those responsible carried that rhetoric,
Where there was no conflict, just a few tourists in the hall.
Well folks, like most of you, I watched this event
Very closely, and my memory is clear and complete.
Because the facts are both violent and deadly, to
Interrupt the transfer of power, by force and deceit.
The aftermath of this tragedy was almost comical,
As fingers were pointed at any others to defame.
So the attacks looked to Antifa & Black Lives Matter,
Then even Q-Anon, the FBI, and Nancy Pelosi by name.
Here my poetic effort will focus on reality, and
The truth that the historic pages will record.
Since we get enough of fantasy & fiction, from
Numerous entertainment venues explored.
So the truth of this day is simply ominous,
Where one man couldn't accept his defeat.
And so while riding upon his constructs of Fake
News & the Big Lie, displaying the ultimate conceit...
This former leader and his minions made plans
To stop their steal, challenging, We the people, to this day.
Thankfully, their efforts then were thwarted, while
The Constitution was shaken along the way.
This story is not nearly over, and will likely
Continue for more time than many would like.
While a nation awaits some justice & accountability,
Hopefully avoiding a more popular strike.
Contentment is a state of mind,
Resulting from experience;
And wisdom plays a healthy role,
In finding this inheritance;
Passed down to us from gentle hands,
And love hearts through time.
As we observe our parents lives,
Our own lives are refined.
We emulate the things they do;
Take on unconscious manners,
Knowing not that we've acquired,
These traits from family standards;
And so it is we learn our ways,
From all those 'round about us.
Be careful where your children play,
For others do imprint us,
With notions that are not our own,
But learned in other places;
So watch them closely till they're grown,
And know what social grace is.
Teach them how to be content,
Through love and self control.
Though they may stray a little while,
They'll come back to the fold.
Warmest Birthday Wishes
Belated Greetings, Cousin.
We are both Nanas, now!
I remember us playing cutouts,
in front of your living room door.
We'd set up a little table and
charming little chairs, too.
The door would be open and
screened, so we could see the
sky, so wonderfully bright and blue.
We's walk to Fairyland and enjoy
the Merry Go Round.
And Cousin Lon, if you listen
closely, you will still hear the
sound!
You were such a wee, pretty.
little angel!
And I was so very blessed to
take care of you.
You still are as sweet now as
you were then!
We both are older, yes!
But the bond between us will
never end, that's my guess!
Happy Birthday!
A very long time passed between us
Before we met once again
Quite unexpectedly surprisingly
Exchanging very intense looks
Harboring most hungry urges
Possessing the wildest desires
Feeling rebounding emotions
Charged nerves electric and cosmic
Greeting happily and nervously
Walking closely together but unsure
Interested and yet afraid of what
Next could happen . . .
A drink or two or three later at the bar
Then a couple more sitting in the booth
Losing the edge pent up tension from before
Us both now quite talkative
Us both now quite oblivious to time
Us both now quite friendlier
Us both now quite guarded still
We now hold hands remembering
Fun times much laughter much smiling
Depressing times much hurt much unhappiness
Like strangers in the night we really are
But not attracted for the very first time
Ready and wanting to start over again
But not so sure of the “forever” part
Interested and yet afraid of what
Next could happen . . .
And then—suddenly it magically happened . . .
Like destiny taking charge at once
Your touch my touch our touch one touch
Emotions exploding eyes probing hands feeling
Moving closer becoming one and one and one
Breathing faint then excited and more so
Crying sobbing laughing smiling revealing
Our eyes locked rocked as one in a spiral
Saying I missed you so much
Saying you missed me so much
A burning yearning desire a trembling fire
Our lips meet sweetly hungrily with much intent
Our desires at fever pitch ravenous and craving
Igniting our passions on fire on fire on fire on fire
Shutting out the rest of the world—be gone from us
While crying holding caressing kissing openly and deeply
We find each other all over again and again
A giddy feeling of love lost yet love found again
Asking why? How come? How could we? Why not?
This time all is forgiven—our bond unbroken
Our love rediscovered our lives restored
Our personalities mesmerized as one
Our minds in tune same time and channel
Our emotions most electric and having fun
Our oneness whole and most rewarding
Our love and desire both for an eternity
Our hearts' afire our hearts’ desire
Our passions on fire my darling!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(October 22, 2014) (Free Verse)
--Who Is That Blind Man?--
I saw a sightless gloomy looking man
and two little girls; walking hand-in-hand
through the deserted field in the dusk.
The man’s eyelids were deeply sunk into
the socket of the eye and lips were quivering
from unknown fear, and even tears stood in his tightly closed eyes.
The little girls closely resemble to the man
were so beautiful and adorable.
One of the girls who in man’s right turned her face back
and looked over the man and asked:
“Dad, when do we go back to the palace?”
“I really don’t know my dear Ismene,”
the man answered with a deep sigh.
“You shouldn’t trouble your father, Ismene. He had enough trouble
already to guide us to the dear mother queen who died suddenly in tragedy,
while protecting us from the cold, hot, hunger, and even fierce beasts.”
The girl on man’s left blamed on her little sister.
“But I want to go back to the palace,” the little girl muttered.
“Don’t blame on your sister, Antigone! All these troubles are
caused from my own misfortune, but not you or your sister.”
The man kneeled on the ground and embraced two little girls
in both arms and cried:
“O my little princesses; some day you’ll know
why I was wandering in the wasteland far, far,
far, away from Thebes.”
The surroundings were became darker,
and three shadows,
mingled in one eerie sculpture,
slowly diminished in the darkness.
As I was sleeping on Christmas Eve,
I awoke, as I couldn't sleep!
I listened closely and started laughing,
as I heard Santa rapping.
"Oh I love my red new sled,
runs better than a thoroughbred!"
"It's equipped with a Garmin, to find the way,
No more getting lost, hip hip hooray!"
"The sled has air bags in case I crash,
and a cd player on my dash!"
"I have my laptop to receive all my requests,
The days of letters, are in the past!"
"I'm wearing special heated
boots, so I don't slip, when on the roof!"
"All the reindeer have head phones on,
and listen to their favorite rock songs."
"Mrs Clause text me when she misses me,
and I can't wait to see her and get naughty!"
"Oh I love these new special glasses that allow
me to see through walls." It's better then
staring at Rudolfs Balls!"
"My futuristic Santa Suit keeps my privates warm,
doesn't matter if there is a cold, cold storm!"
"I just wish they would invent something to catch
the reindeer poop.
Because as I'm leaving the parents lookup, and
oooooops!"
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leaves are still falling
out of my bed i am crawling
if a smile was a dictionary,
it would have a scent of mahogany and amber
peacefully i admire the blessing of a view
that i thought i would never see because of the blue hue
as i go out on the screened in patio
a deer watches me closely as it dines on the grass
the medium, windy breeze accentuates the feeling of the vibe
the overall totality of it breathes the Oxygen of God's Smile
i think about the beats of my heart,
which overlaps any recurring thoughts of my personal struggles
i then get lost again in the falling leaves of brown
how in the world can i feel down
uplifted, my bladder reminds me that it is not awake as well
my stomach then growls with a light, but knowing expressiveness at what is about to come
though past losses changed the feeling of this day in me
the warmth of the memories of the Lost and Fallen will AllWays Stay In Me
though nontraditional i currently am
not an awful attitude will be had, nor will a door unnecessarily slam
as the Blessing of The Sprits Breathe Life and Beauty on This Day of Thanks
eliminated from the essence of Me are nos, won'ts, nots, and aint's
my mindstate in the Right Frame to Claim
Positivity and Its Strides is the Main Aim of My Game
the sun is shining
i am smiling it up instead of whining
I Give Thanks and Praise no matter what i do or where I am dining
I sat and thought of you until my brain began to hurt
I didn’t have a clue of what to do with such a flirt
like lightening bolt the answer suddenly came
I’d flirt right back and play your silly game.
We flirted back and forth like butterflies
lashes flickering on each pair of flirting eyes
we teased each other with our promised kisses
spent all day with dreams that were delicious
then finally all the promises got dreary
and I devised a different sort of theory
I’d ask to take you out somewhere alone
so I could see how far this thing had grown
to test my theory of your beckoning charms
I’d hold you tightly wrapped within my arms
like match to scratch I hoped to light a fire
and change your flirting into strong desire
I placed my hand to see if you would move it
I figured this would be the way to prove it
to my surprise I felt your slapping hand
the flames of my desire just got fanned
you were a good girl, having none of that!
my hand then stayed above the waist where it was at.
but still you held me close and felt so warm
there must be feelings somewhere in this storm
I held your hand and walked you to your door
I pulled you closely wanting even more
we kissed and man that finally sealed the deal
I knew at once your feelings were for real
your flirting was a trap you clever set
you caught the man that you were out to get
now flirting’s done the job for 40 yrs.
our love has grown beyond all hemispheres.
So my advice for those who need a mate
is simply this, you need not hesitate
when you find the one you really need
“just flirt your tush off honey”, you’ll succeed.
Our nation’s like a runaway horse,
Galloping wild, no steady course.
Hearts divided, voices raised,
But deep inside, our hope’s not fazed.
Let’s bring it back, back to love,
To friends and family we’re thinking of.
Respect and kindness be our guide,
Together with love, we’ll turn the tide.
It takes us all—a hand to hold,
Community strong, heart and soul.
Listening closely, with open hands,
Building bridges across the lands.
One step, one voice, one caring heart,
Mending wounds, a brand new start.
In kindness, in truth, we find our way,
Healing together, day by day.
Runaway horse, slow your pace,
In love and respect, find your place.
Our nation will heal, with hearts aligned,
In friendship and love, a new day shines.