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Thoughtful Intentions
{We the People Series}
If you look upon the acts of your intentions and wonder what went wrong.
It may be that your intentions were weak or simply not respectfully strong.
Maybe the deed in your mind had a hidden purpose_ originally not from this path all along.
How did this happen when I truly meant well? Ahhh… tis’ a likely story to an old aged song.
One that is exceedingly difficult, even today, to sell!
“So, is your mind in the right place or being played in hell?”
You only think you have a clue to know the difference, however your actions “Show-and-tell”!
…….07132020
FINALITY, THEN RELIEF!
A final decision comes about with certain risk,
And should be made mostly, at a pace that is brisk,
An idea comes knocking, all’s not in vain,
And Invariably an amount of calm will reign.
Belief in one’s self will determine how to proceed,
With this insurmountable ordeal, this difficult deed,
And one’s state of mind at this point will also tell,
If you’re reaching the end of this indecisive hell.
A ray of sun will pierce through your heart,
And the misery, torment and hurt will depart,
For now, one’s decision is made and is fast,
All is forgotten, the past is the past.
The strongest typhoon in the world today,
Devastated our beloved country,
Hit different places without mercy,
Now we feel his unexplained fury.
A strong wind makes the roof flying like papers,
Rainfalls turned roads like lakes and rivers,
Even houses and buildings are broken,
What have you done? Our lives are fallen.
In times like this we need to be united,
Your prayers and generosity are counted,
Give goods to those who are in need,
Show your love, show your good deed.
God is with us no matter what happened,
He always guide us so we never sadden,
He will heal our torn souls and hope again,
For there is a sunshine after the storm rain.
November 8, 2013
I wrote this poem while watching the news online
For Giorgio V. Impress Me III (old/new) poem "Nature"
In the kingdom's sanctuary,
atop the regal frame,
lies the emblem of sacrifice,
the crown's hallowed blame.
Nor adorned- with precious jewels-
reflecting royal might,
even more a symbol of august-authority,
a captivating seep of darkness piercing light.
O, the crown, a stately jest, replacing HIS due crest,
a weight upon the brow, and a blow upon HIS chest.
A burden and a blessing, it graces all all allows.
But behind the sparkling thorns, a story avowed
by Veronica's Veil
and a mysterious shroud that spreads wings
over the land like a tapestry of identity
and title deed over Death and Hell.
Of sacrifice and hardship,
manifolded for Man in a bleed.
The journey, ever burdened, by both heart and hand
and blood of gland to seed.
The guardian of Man and the seas
to land squarely at HIS lap.
He doth drink up the seas.
For a crown oft conceals the trials of a king,
the battles fought within,
the tears that cause the mushroom ripple
of restoring, need.
Each gemstone in a crown
holds a memory, etched-
in our individual and collective soul,
of joys and sorrows, of kingdom’s role,
what then more of a crown of thorns?
It holds souls in it's symboligy and irony.
And as a crown bestows grandeur
on a chosen head,
it whispers tales of triumphs, and whispers
of the once hopeless dead.
For love, is a double-edged sword that can rend mountainous rock into a river for a worthy land.
It can build splendid kingdoms or leave ruins
of heart in unsown empty hand.
So, behold ye the one who wore the crown
of might and love.
For beneath it lay the weight of the World,
to bear our plights of sin and bond.
Thus, let us not envy the crown HE bore.
Instead, let us remember-
the heavy share of load and lighten HIS,
evermore.
If we but listen to his WORD.
To gaze back upon footprints of my time
And see the prints so shallow fade to gray
As they dissolve and leave no trace behind
I'll hesitate to look beyond the day
When standing straight is a moment treasured
And hair once full is now a thin disguise
When my skin gains spots and wrinkles measured
I still smile every morning when I rise
When nothings real but passing time I live
And every deed pressed in my heart inlaid
I struggle with the things I must forgive
Before the mental photographs all fade
I'll watch the children of my heart at play
Before my footprints slowly fade away
2/7/14
contest Footprints
sponsor Carolyn Devonshire
Enslaved by ego, we are bound,
fears and desires twirl us around
and the joy we seek seems distant,
for we walk not on holy ground.
Why oh why, are we resistant,
to inner light, self-existent,
so to find out, we shift to heart
that our actions be consistent.
Heart requires we add love to cart,
enabling bliss rapture to start,
so we seek shelter in the void,
deeming all souls one, none apart.
Thus with dark delusion destroyed,
no longer by ego cravings toyed,
aligning with the universe,
mind of God is by us employed.
In stream of love, heart we immerse,
that bliss borne magnetism may nurse
wounds of our past, which as yet bleed,
ending at last, ego spawned curse.
Our heart abode lets bliss beats lead,
in staid calm, with no need for speed,
enabling our soul to ascend,
by doing daily, one good deed.
Sending Waves Touching Beautiful Always
She who sends waves touching beautiful warm and gracious words
Draws bright sunshine smiles in our hearts as they sing in her grace
Flowing from the heart her beauty held in her Quill ready to write
Pure diamond sparkling rainbows as a true friend is a friend in deed
The tidal wave raises fine soaked sand from the bottom of the ocean
And the waves curl out pearl white reflecting a most Picture Perfect
Image that is truly splendid and always sublime to behold and cherish
As Nature’s soft wind caresses your aura and inspires your next poem
She who sends these very waves touching beautiful personifies a Muse
So rare, so special—and brings her influence and talents to bear in
Masterfully supporting the efforts of fellow poets and dreamers as they
“Spill Ink” on blank pages late at night crafting their next poetic masterpiece
The very power and wonder of her good works and positive influence are
Always there magnificently arrayed like pure beams of sunshine touching
And dazzling all in her reach quite profoundly with the magic of her thoughts
And the quiet courage of her convictions as the simply wonderful poet she is
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem (Free Verse Poem),
November 26, 2014
NOTE: Written in Honor of Anne-Lise Andresen for Her Fine Poetry and For
Her Continued Professional Support and Encouragement of Other Fellow Poets.
Everyday I wake up,
Looking for a new start.
Hoping that I still have a part,
Right there in your heart.
I was so lucky to have you,
But then I let my chance blow.
And now I'm hoping I can undo,
All those bad things I've done to you.
I'm sorry for the things I did,
For wrong decisions that I made.
Sorry for all the mistakes I've committed,
How I wish it will be all forgotten with just one good deed.
Sincerely I'm saying sorry,
I'm saying this wholeheartedly.
If there's one thing you can blame someday,
That's me and my stupidity.
I know it's not easy to do,
Forgetting things which hurt you.
But then I won't let my hopes go,
That one day you'll forget and forgive me too.
Kant and Buddha meet Karma and Immanuel
There underneath the fertile soil rests a karmic message
Hewn into marble stone or written on a lonely cross
Engraved or burnt on the Ganges maybe thrown from
Life’s ultimate journey mixing with a circuitous path
Immanuel’s bible or Kant’s starry skies and moral law
Foment consensus of what’s left when we demise
Earthen windblown thoughtful similar in living on
Oh my saviour do not lead me astray fill me with good
Feed me virtue in thought and deed in cause and effect
Death is a reflection of living when dying for change
Eternity or maybe just another passing to new generation
And at that time the Buddha enters the fray from under
The fig tree which exudes not to hurt any sentient being
Hallowed guidance knows no boundaries and death lives on
01st April 2018
From Darkness to Wicca
In shadows' embrace, we once did dwell,
A journey through night, with tales to tell.
But guided by stars, we found our way,
To the realm of Wicca, where light holds sway.
Obey the laws of karma, sacred and just,
In this dance of life, we place our trust.
With hearts of gold, we banish the dark,
In a world of love, we leave our mark.
No evil we know, for love is our creed,
In every thought and every deed.
"Do not harm none," our guiding phrase,
In a circle of love, we spend our days.
From darkness to light, our spirits soar,
In the arms of Wicca, we are evermore.
With open hearts, we show our love,
Blessed by the moon and stars above.