Long Distant Poems
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Yesterday, Oh, I believe in yesterday—Lennon-McCartney (The Beatles)
I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day—Smokey Robinson/Bobby Rogers (Smokey Robinson & The Miracles)
I see trees of green—Bob Thiele & George David Weiss (Louis Armstrong)
Hardships and misfortunes
emerged to be a distant memory
But as my thoughts look back
It seems to reflect a well-told story
When Spring comes to L.A.
Before the month of May
I guess you’d like to say
What makes you feel this way
My girl helps make this day
Red roses true
Flowers bloom blue
The song I sing
A stunning thing
I am just a human
A natural being
Flesh and bone essences
Not an all-seeing thing
A simple citizen
To this land and country
Just one in a million
For life and liberty
Rainbow hues plus
Auspicious light
Skips before us
Rippling and tight
Love was an easy game
Many places to hide
We’ll seek and find your name
As telltale signs to guide
One way they had to go
Was one they did not know
Something they wouldn’t say
Belong to yesterday
Sweet birdsongs sing
Rejoicing bring
This wondrous earth
A new day’s birth
I stand looking eastward, in the piccaninny dawn
I stand up straight, have a stretch, give out a hearty yawn
I am waiting for the sunrise, one of those times of day
When the beauty of this Place we live, comes with its own display
The horizon slowly brightens, as the Earth revolves
The sun appears to move around, as the dark dissolves
The rays start to stream vertical, the herald of the sun
Then the first part of the orb, a new day has begun
I watch enthralled as colours change, atmosphere in control
It is not long before the sun, is magnificently whole
The shadows they stretch out so far, hard to see the end
They blend into the distant shapes, Goosebumps they can send
As they are growing shorter, and daylight in command
Sunrise has gone for another day, Gods raucous, avian band
Plays all the different bird calls, is not sunrise grand?
All I can do is watch in wonder, was it really planned
As it makes its way across the sky, the Sun sees all the Earth
I think about the miracle, for what my thought is worth
The eons in the past gone by, no doubt the same to come
Just the passing of such time, it makes my brain quite numb
It moves toward its setting point, more beauty to behold
The colours they will vary, but with overwhelming gold
The reds they will be deeper, as the sun sinks in the west
Hard to say which one I think, sunrise or sunset best
As the orb sinks lower, shadows lengthen once again
But this time it's getting darker, daylight is on the wane
We'll have to wait till morning, once more to see it rise
Until dusk we can enjoy, the colour lows and highs
The dragon no longer sleeps,
Yet she no loger eats.
She can no longer feed on you,
She grows weaker wondering what to do.
The longer you are away,
She will grow weaker by the day.
She roars silently,
She goes on defiantely.
She refuses to quiet,
Her hunger does not wane on her diet.
She is restless,
And, oh so, selfish.
She needs to feed,
On your seed.
She would have me take it from any man I see,
The dragon that hides inside of me.
Even though you are away at war,
On the distant shores...
There is a war going on inside of me,
She longs to be set free,
This dragon inside of me.
Do not worry, my love, I will hold her at bay,
Until the day...
You return to me,
Your Queen.
And upon the day you return she will destroy us,
With just a whiff of your musk.
She will devour our souls and our hearts,
She will never again let us be apart.
She will throw us headlong into madness,
Never again to know sadness.
Flesh against flesh,
Not able to catch our own breath.
And when her magic is all but spent,
The magic that we were lent...
Our bodies slick and entwined,
We look upon the devine...
The forceful dragon inside of me,
Slumbers peacefully.
But she will rise up again soon,
In the light of the waning moon.
Everyday she will take a part of you and me,
Everytime she gets free,
This dragon inside of me.
For:Obie MO:DPS
Awakened by song of long distant voice,
a beam of light cuts the abyss.
Serenades calling, the lost and the falling,
sneaking into lives gone far amiss.
The sound of strings breathing, emotions retrieving,
new rhythm transforming new sight.
Each serenade seeming, a shard of glass beaming
as stars in the deepest of night.
With Joshua leading, I set forth proceeding
on journey that once traveled twice,
forms vision a-bursting, cools parched soul a-thirsting,
yet contrary to former advice.
Confusion distilling, my mind is not willing
to follow the truth in my heart.
But asking and seeking, my thoughts are led streaking
to rest on “The Message” in part.
Tears forming, veil thinning, in awe with mind spinning.
A life long forgotten doth send,
scenes that come forming with comfort and warming -
a promise made to an old friend.
Then left to stand starring, confused and not daring
to act, lest my mask be discerned.
A stranger reminding, slow motion rewinding,
the strengths of my roots are returned.
But the sacrifice – haunting. The size of task daunting,
would at times rather cause all to fail.
Each step leads to stumbling, each word becomes bumbling,
and the Weight Of The World doth prevail.
So, in silence retreating, the darkness repeating,
slowly creeps in - the thought that I’m wrong.
But my heart doth remember, the light of dream’s ember,
conviction to forge becomes strong.
But alone I must travel and ignore the world’s gavel,
on a fortune’s advice I have leaned.
Knowing what I’ll be finding, cold shoulder reminding -
what was warned when the council convened.
But so many souls hang in the balance at hand
thus, I must press on til the end,
and I’ll risk every schilling, and pray that God willing
you will find… I’m forever your friend.
Butterflies do flutter by and
leaves quiver in the wind
wind willows along its course
a vortexual vacuum of air
air rains down in droplets of life
life is abundant flowering rife
flowers delicately spread thier seed
so whispful the wind is all they need
whispy seeds and whispy wings
wings of bugs spreading things
of every fashion and imagineable type
imagination the heart of life
heart is the centre of what we are
all things have one even stars
stars so bright inspiring life
such distant points in inky night
night the fall of the day
day be born then of suns rays
rays like warm beams of love
a moonlit night a freedom dove
dove of peace 'tween God and man
man measures all things if he can
the rainbows promise and ever span.
In the silent sky, a veil of clouds,
Within it, a shy little moon—
Hiding beneath the shade of green trees,
The city today feels like a taste of a dream.
The distant houses fall into stillness,
The lights fail to speak their words,
The breeze seems to whisper softly—
“This night is filled only with your sorrow.”
Even the moon peeks through the clouds,
Silently holding many words concealed,
My heart, as if along with it,
Travels far on unknown paths.
From leaf to leaf, a melody rises,
In the night’s song, a gentle fragrance,
In the heart of the city, filled with silent tunes,
Awaken the deep feelings within.
Sometimes an unfamiliar night arrives,
Where all words disappear,
Only the moon and the heart’s whispers
Compose poetry in the silence.
I cannot be a monk, for time's elusive flow,
No today exists, no tomorrow in the past does show.
In this transient realm, where moments swiftly flee,
I seek solace in the present, where life's essence be.
Yesterday's echoes, they whisper in my ear,
Yet their tendrils fade, as new horizons draw near.
No dwelling in what was, no dwelling in what's to come,
For the now is the vessel where my spirit finds home.
The chant of yesterday's prayers, a distant lullaby,
As I dance with the present, beneath a timeless sky.
No robes of solemnity shall adorn my weary soul,
For I am a wanderer, embracing life's ever-changing role.
No cloistered walls confine, nor rigid dogmas bind,
Instead, I wander freely, with an open heart and mind.
In the fluidity of moments, I discover my own grace,
For life's truest treasures lie within each fleeting embrace.
So, I cannot be a monk, in realms of distant dreams,
I choose to be alive, where time's eternal river streams.
No today to mourn, no tomorrow to forever chase,
I find my purpose now, in this enchanted space.
We live today in a world of great tumult
And of rising uncertainty and anxiety
Which pervade the world stage like a cancer
Despite soaring technological advances
Our environment and our home Earth
Are bearing an unimaginable burden
People are wondering what must be done
To right these wrongs and adjust our course
Before we turn the corner to “No Return”
Tyranny, Poverty, Disease, and War
Are still with us today since the beginning
Of time and are mankind’s greatest shame
God may be with us intellectually
But mankind must be self-reliant
To survive an inattentive, distant deity
People see answers to these enigmas
Sounds are made, echoes are heard
But nothing comes back in response
Frustration reigns supreme for many
Fear and anxiety multiple all concerns
There can never be easy answers
*******
Tyranny still reigns alive in many countries
As the actions of tin-eared dictators abound
And are on ample display for all to see
Poverty is still a shameful, terrible curse
Which afflicts the most unfortunate
And is paid lip service by the wealthy
Disease is a scourge still in our world
And still felt by those most in need
And never enough is done to change this
War is the ultimate insult to mankind
And its wide-felt swath and affliction
Plagues yet our modern, enlightened world
What to make of all these challenges
Is not easy for any of us to digest
And let alone understand why
Yet understand, comprehend we must
If we want a better world for all to live in
A Sisyphean task at its very best
Man still holds the key to make change
Positive and real for our troubled Earth
But can it ever be really so in the end
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
Schoeningen, Germany (October 16, 2014)
(Tercet unrhymed poetic format)
The soft splayed light of morning
drifts through the tall shadowy pines
that stand like solemn soldiers
along a weathered path
time has worn into a twisting ribbon
from dead brown pine needles
A mist rises slowly with the sun, bearing gifts
of tall stemmed flowers drenched in dew
trapped between the roots of trees
which stretch out like large fingers grasping the soft soil
The only sounds are my footsteps
and the distant cry of an eagle
which cracks the silence as I walk along
wandering on a wondrous path
of silent offerings dressed in perfect beauty
This time woven path leads me to twin waterfalls
pouring down gray rocks stained with green moss
Two glorious liquid streams of perpetual motion
open my eyes to the peaceful soul of Nature
where I become lost in a sense of serenity
as I sit among the rocks of timeless beauty
and quietly ponder in a Garden of Eden
11/14/21
A curly corded telephone rings in a distant room,
its black Bakelite bulk vibrates behind closed eyes.
An old-time fire-engine parks its flame and brass chassis
inside a cavernous skull, though no conflagration
sets the dark alight.
It is that shallow pit of night when faceless clocks
expose themselves to be landmines.
A far past is calling; disembodied tongues drum loud
in an echoing ear.
A cumbersome receiver tumbles off its cradle
an accumulated dust of misappropriated yesterday’s
softens its fall.
Nothing has grasped at nothing.
A line is dead and buried; there's no resurrection,
the call however lingers, as a voice dissolve's
deep within the combustible light
of another day.