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The Rock
by Bob Moore ©2022
The Rock was always in my life
to convince me to carry on
standing by me through trouble and strife
but then, the Rock had gone
With the Rock no longer with me
the future full, of shadows and dread
of fears I would have to face alone
things all tumbling through my head
But The Rock had taught me well,
and I remembered things we had said
so while these memories are in my mind
The Rock will never be dead
I will live my life, how I was taught
by the Rock, I knew as a lad
and hope that you, have a Rock as strong
for my Rock, was my Dad.
by Bob Moore
The Ancient Odyssey of clubs to bombs
from red ochre handprints on cave walls
to the destroyer of worlds
is a long-traveled road with the wormy flesh of war
and blood-soaked fields
where wailing tears of Mothers fall endlessly upon the Earth
as footprints vanish from battlegrounds over and over
and barriers are built to hide behind
leaving silent confusion standing as sentinels
guarding the internal workings of the soul
that clamor in times of plenty
and hide in times of hate
locked in the mortal human shell
pacing back and forth in prisons of their fears
finding man has not changed
trapped by bridled thinking from the past
frightened by new worlds, new faces
whose dreams become nightmares
trampled on by those who've become mummified flesh
dressed in cloth ranting in unison
believing in things that exist only in their minds
like ghostly shadowed imagined images
as they travel through the portal of time
creating new battlefields, where flies and crows feast
on the dead
before their names are etched in stone
covered over a thousand times by new fields, new stones
in a continuous thread
from red ochre hands to the destroyer of worlds
Up and down the shopping aisles I go
I the poet and you the mathematician
I have a costume called Truth
It takes the enemy and turns it to brother.
Trauma can throw its blunt ugly force
but hold your nose over the next hill.
Can you love with your heart and hands?
It's okay to vent your fears
Now to find the right words to share
I am pretty sure I need you too.
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After an election that has left us divided…a nation torn apart…
one bishop hoped her words would resonate…would find a way into our hearts.
With the courage of her convictions she spoke…
words filled with hope and humility.
She made a plea for, respect, for honesty
for compassion, for kindness and empathy
She spoke of her hopes and wishes…simply…unpretentiously…
ideas that form the basis of all religions….
all faiths…all spirituality.
Her words were not new words…they’ve been spoken many times before…
You can find them in the words of Jesus, Buddha, Muhammad, the Tao
and many many more.
Unfortunately her words meant to unite and help to ease our nation’s fears
floated from her pulpit and landed on deaf ears.
Some people, even those who call themselves religious,
who have forgotten their religion states to love everyone the same
called her uninspiring, nasty and displayed to the world their wickedness
when they chose to call her names.
I believe every religion was created for concepts, like the Bishop’s, to extol.
and though they may walk down different pathways
I believe love and acceptance is every religion’s goal.
A love that’s meant to find its way into our minds and souls and hearts
A love that’s meant to unite us as a people…not to tear us all apart.
So I stand with the bishop…whose words transcend all religions
who set a perfect example of piety…
And I pray for the day when everyone…
will stand with the bishop and me.
A whimper, a sigh, an unseen tear;
I'm alone again with all my fears.
A longing,a wanting,some loving arms to hold;
But I shake and tremble at the dark and cold.
I,m nursing an eye with bruises and aches;
And I wonder why they call me a big mistake.
A nightmare or reality I can't decide;
So I just pull the covers up tight and hide.
I wait all night for a savior to rescue me;
But as I peek at the dawn im still not free.
A knock,a bang,the door bursts open wide;
And there stands the monster who hurt my eye.
He hugs,then kisses, and tells me it's ok;
He's going to teach me to hit the ball today.
As I run for my bat I forget my fears;
And the aches and pains seem to disappear.
I hit the ball though my vision is dim;
I smile, but I know I'll never be like him.
Form:
*Image of Red Moon by Gifer.
Fright Features
1) Fright Night
Assured steps lead my costumed son,
dwells California night slight calm,
tugs tight-fitted guise sparse undone,
assured steps lead my costumed son,
plus kid brother midst stargazed fun,
his hand held in brother's cool palm,
assured steps lead my costumed son.
An Alameda porch shines bright,
as bold thumb press a doorbell ring,
a squire smiles at his silvered knight,
an Alameda porch shines bright,
answers tall clown causes a fright,
naive grabs sweets snub elder's cling,
an Alameda porch shines bright.
2) Fright Flight
A bright Livermore cloudless sky,
sits a Piper Cherokee plane,
my pilot friend, his wife and I,
a bright Livermore cloudless sky,
Phoenix bound, 4-seater, breaths sigh,
took-off without a hitch fears wane,
a bright Livermore cloudless sky,
Comes a fear not to be ignored,
Meteor Crater, prayed plenty,
spirals down to a lift, restored
comes a fear not to be ignored,
Grand Canyon sights yon his dashboard,
some dive took, I flipped a penny,
comes a fear not to be ignored.
2020 August 03
MY LIFE LOVE
Bijobianca, you make me whole,
I'm not complete without you,
You have healed and touched my soul,
I'm worthless without you.
I have kept you in my heart,
You're in my soul,
It's a useless restart,
Because you have stitched my hole.
I really love you madly,
Constantly thinking about you,
I promise i won't just hold you slackly,
Because I'll die for you.
You never let me go offline,
As you're waiting in line,
You slowly became mine,
You always make me shine.
Please hold my hands,
Wash my tears,
Heal and make my mends,
Hug and stop my fears.
We were just slow,
Until you made me flow,
As our love grow,
You kissed me in the snow.
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There were moments when my prayers were lost in the winds,
I felt only the turmoil like a troubled sea under a cloudy sky,
fears and tears, echoes of deep pains,
so deep and lonely, like a boundless abyss.
Sorrows beyond understanding, the shadows of night stretched out,
like arms of darkness, embracing everything,
wars in my soul, battles with icy shivers,
made me feel shipwrecked on unknown shores.
Storms that lost me in their labyrinth of mist,
when I look back, I still see the price paid in silence,
feelings that could not be spoken, a mute song,
times when the hope of my heart was just a faint glimmer.
Thoughts that fed hidden monsters in corners of the mind,
despair leaving deep marks like shadows on the soul,
relationships, oh, I loved with the intensity of a summer fire,
wouldn't it be nice to feel the gentle touch of a breeze?
Sensitivities that urged me to doubt everything,
when it comes to feelings, I wish to disappear like a dream,
rains and storms, grand spectacles of nature,
but despite all – love remains like a guiding star.
In the midst of battles, among cries and salty tears,
a voice came like a whisper of wind calming the storms,
love that reminded me – He is always like a protective shadow,
whatever I face, His love is a beacon in the deep night.
When I don't know what to do and pain weighs on me like a heavy stone,
I look to my Savior, knowing my soul will float safely.
God fly me as far as the eyes can see so I can leave this world of stolen smiles, wicked fears, and fallen tears...
Where the sounds of sad cries have pierce the eyes of so many lives have drained them dry
You see me, I pray that I fly among the heavenly highs, away from hidden hate and lies, enviness in disguise, favortism of races and unjust places, with eyes of plotting faces in a world of such disgrace
But still I sit back and wonder when will it change
When will the young mind of ours start to use our brain instead of pointing our fingers in blame
God fly me as far as the eyes can see so I can leave this world of steriotypical backgrounds and ghetto hooded crack grounds...
Where the streets sounds are no longer cocked rounds of pop sounds leaving people dropped down from shot rounds
God fly me as far as the eyes can see so I can leave this world of misery
I have always felt myself extremely blessed to have found myself a wife
who believes very little is needed to make a happy life.
Before you think she doesn’t mean it, that it’s just idle talk
she has it perched upon our kitchen counter…painted on a rock.
After 25 (now 35) years of marriage…a marriage not at all routine
let me take a minute to show you what she means.
It’s listening when the other person talks and hearing what they say.
It’s a card to say I love you at the end of a bad day.
It’s a little gift that’s given when there’s no reason for a gift.
just to say the words I love you or to give her day a lift.
It’s a drive through the countryside with a picnic in the back.
It’s making pancakes for dinner and sharing one large stack.
It’s reaching something on the top shelf when Deborah is unable
It’s the family gathered for a short time around the kitchen table.
It’s sharing laughter, stories and joy with our children and grandchildren too
and smiling in contentment when the evening’s joy is through.
It’s enjoying our family together and creating new memories…new heirlooms
It’s holding hands, stealing a kiss or a smile across a room.
It’s the sharing of our deepest fears, our long range hopes and wishes
It’s one person doing the cooking while the other does the dishes
It’s a surprise call in the middle of the day just to hear her voice
It’s being together when you’re both sorrowful or when you both rejoice
It’s watching a romantic movie with a little popcorn on the side
It’s remembering all the reasons you chose her as your bride.
It’s that feeling of falling in love for the first time…then
falling in love with that same person…over and over again
Yes very little is needed to make a happy life is not just idle talk
It’s the little things that make life…and love….as solid as a rock.