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Starlight
Heaven’s light source pure
Radiated light-years beyond
Man’s conscious knowledge
And cosmic understanding.
Various brilliant streetlights
Of the universe charting
Courses through stretches
Of eternal darkness deep.
God keeps this Starlight
True to his very word
For when darkness wins
The keys of enlightenment
Fall prisoner to Lucifer
Who controls them for
His advantage over Man
At odds always with God.
Starlight reflects the way
For mankind’s quest in
Seeking ethereal guidance
And spiritual illumination.
This heavenly pure light
Keeps mankind on track
Despite Lucifer’s intrigues
To do just the opposite.
Man’s Earth time is short
And his date with destiny
Finds his fate held in the
Balance of God’s Hands.
But there is always the
Chance to ask God for
His advice and help—then
Waiting for the answer.
And God’s answer is
Coming in different ways
And—at the end, Salvation
Is granted by the act of God.
Being in God’s arms and
Looking back the way Man
Came reflects that everything
Was part of God’s divine purpose.
God’s grace and protection
On each and every one of the
Stones on the way and back
Was part of God’s divine plan.
At the end it turns out that
Everything was planned
From the very beginning
By you and God together.
The godly part created in
Man is the divine guidance
Which brings everybody
Back into the arms of God.
Now being in conscious awareness
Of God’s plans and creation,
Man can enjoy with inner peace the
Starlight—Heaven’s light source!
Gary Bateman and Ingrid Krukenberg-Bateman,
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
(January 30, 2015) (Unrhymed Quatrain)
Don’t censor me and let me write at will
The longings of my heart these pages fill
You fathom not what lies there in my heart
So don’t contrive a way to ban my art
Unfettered let my fingers pound these keys
My passion and my strength these rhymes appease
I live to conquer fears that vex my mind
And solace sweet in written words I find
Those fantasies that lie within my breast
All naked now, they lie in words undressed
I ride the freedom born of words revealed
And cannot bear to keep these thoughts concealed
So don’t begrudge impassioned poetry
It is my life, my joy, my ecstasy
Eileen Manassian
Another Spring and I still keep stumbling over
past decisions. I keep drinking the same bitter
rancid liquid full of memories. My heart continues
to relive the past like a merry go round. My eyes like
a CD keeps on playing pictures of her angel face
Walking along the sea shore with stinking seaweeds
the sea has vomited and wishing I could vomit the pent
up festering sores from my memories. Empty pockets
where keys to her flat jingled now only lint can be found.
Sun beating down on me as if to remind me not to
linger too long.
My bare feet with sand between my toes remind me
of walks with her. Why oh why do my ears still hear her
laughter after such a long time. Her soft voice was like
tiny bells and her eyes used to twinkle like stars. Perhaps
I should call and ask for forgiveness for my indiscretions
The other women meant nothing to me it was just one of
those things that happened while I was drunk. I should call
her and explain again. Perhaps now she will take me back.
Maybe if I got on my knees and cry she will feel sorry for me
Cooper is a Brit car
Alice sleeps on a bed of nails
Million dollar babies’ applause
Tomorrow’s yuppies
Headless chickens twirl on stage
Vodka inside the mind
Alice fell down the well
Classical music was weeping in the clouds
Welcome to my nightmare Alice
I love you to death
Killer
Golfer
Dreamer
Villains dancing on graves
Butchered baby dolls
Make great dead babies sacrifices
Black widows love young boys
Rolls Royce rock and roll
The spot light takes its toll
Formula 1 was a dead end race
Beer and cartoons day by day
Just a little insane, insane
Insane
Was the dead mans game
Blood flows on gold rimmed toilets
Crimson theatrics sucking life’s womb
Monster Alice became the baby
Who had to go home
Preachers son, love never undone
Coffins ready, graves already dug
Rock stars all crawling on the dung
Only women bleed
Only men plead
For the open seeds
Cheryl this is your song
This is your voyage
Running in circles
Running in whiskey dreams
Skinned alive
Fame and the devil
No more Mr. nice guy
Stuck inside
Stuck in the dark
Demons and piano keys
I have become Alice
I have become my dream
I have become my demon
Hold me tight
Let me see the light
Cheryl saw me die
Poison
Back to life
Eighteen again
Eighteen more holes
I love you Cheryl
I woke up this morning
Before the rooster started crowing
Without even knowing
What the day held out for me
Turning on the lamplight
Wiping sleep from my eyes
Waving my bed goodbye
As the floor reached for my feet
Two or three cups of coffee
I'm thinking ought to do me
Right about now justly
As I ready myself to leave
With the keys in my left hand
The right attitude of yes I can
Take this world on like a man
Just you wait and see
I bring with me my "A" game
It's a lot like "B" but less lame
Otherwise they'd both be the same
Which doesn't make sense to me
I stumble out to my car
As I no longer walk that far
Used to but not anymore
The age of modern day conveniency
Into traffic I merge
Under other drivers select verbs
Most of them 4 letter words
That cause my ears to bleed
Make it to the job on time
Earlier than expected I find
Somewhere along the way lost my mind
As it is Saturday
His light shines bright
Comforting my heart and soul
With joy that can excite
It does encourage and console
His love whispers gentle peace
Coloring me in hues of hope
His brilliance will always increase
Assuring me that I can cope
His grace breaths kindness to life
Singing of wonders so amazing
He pours out serenity to end strife
Promising hearts will be praising
His beauty smiles to remind
Pleasure falls from His stars
His love and mercy are so kind
So amazing that it is ours
His light is like the Son
Who holds the keys to love
His way is never outdone
It shines like glory from above
Listen to your heart’s voice
As it reminds you to always believe
In this conviction you have a choice
Listen to His kindness and receive
Everything about God is wonderous
He is a miracle for our heart
His blessings are innumerous
With Him, we’ll always have the good part
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January 25, 2022
Seems like yesterday I watched your fingers
play the piano, and heard your music unfold.
In memories, the romantic vision of us lingers,
though love's symphony dulled like tarnished gold.
When we were together, you wrote for me,
songs you scored day and night to compose
of the passion between an oak and willow tree,
Lyrics sweet as the fragrant scent of a rose.
Chorus:
But your love wilted like a flower
whose petals lie withered on the keys.
My heart is wounded and I've no power
to make the miserable ache inside of it ease.
Tender notes on sheet music, ripped and torn.
No longer sung for they bring pain and grief,
stabbing me like a rose's sharpest thorn.
From loss of yesterday's passion there's no relief.
Can time erase the memories I fear won't fade?
Traces of us and what use to be linger in me.
I sway as if slayed by a dagger, and I'm afraid
that from the ghost of you, I'll never be free.
Chorus:
Your love wilted like a flower
whose leaves lie withered on the keys.
My heart is wounded and I've no power
to make the miserable ache inside of it ease.
Bulky ute voyeur selects sleek sporty stalion
Driving by, supersedes her oversized sedan
Wide wheel arches have Porche comparison
Voracious engine's enthuse easily enchants
Large car cast dispelled by lacklustre Calais
Original conjur 370Z parked beside boring
Low leg swing exclusive slide in, magic valet
Over revved start stabs adrenalin assuring
Our dear Dara, choice contacted in December
Available last minute to test drive his beast
Black gloss road boss, enlarged 'lungs' terror
Capable crazy bitumen baby, tester pleased
Ultimate Man concurs, the amenable outcome
Keys in her hand a few days after, aura froze
Couldn't imagine huge generosity from anyone
Racing car reap, increase on what she sows
Merry go round roads, another showoff slotted
Silver pole stabilised glides in Surfers cycle
Crosslane carousel onlookers, briefly besotted
By hot hoof nimble Nissan race horse style
28th March
Too Great of a Man
Distant strains of piano music
dance into my ears;
colors of vibrancy waiting
to take away my sorrows.
Somewhere black and white keys,
are laughing to the tickle
of nimble fingers;
that tickle my artistic fancies.
A canvas of Beethoven, Bach
or Mendelssohn fills my imagination
and my brush dips, ever so carefully,
into a palette full of elation.
The ecstasy of the arts,
spiritual adventures abounding.
The eyes, ears and spirit are blessed
to receive such sacred secrets.
The colors of music are black and white;
exploding into a billion etheric pigments.
Fielschgenuss erster Gute
They spoke of her as a bedswerver
words that only made it more difficult to
understand why I had become privy
to these conversation.
The Harrows and Quick Hitches were
new and unused. The flail mower
and adapters were put into a postion
so you could see they were in constant use.
the new tractor he painted "lecherwite"
on the door
mats that were custom " Chuck and Duck"
were on the floor. a plum colored pillow with
beautiful embroidered stitches, had a dark
pinkish message talking about his Missus.
" Cuckquean" the stitches spoke a
fluffy pillowy seat. Sweet yeasty rolls
filled with delicious meat.
Back to inventory a label for
the hydrylic mulcher
people are something
now adays seems they lack culture
Only a fool could understand
silly things silly people say
I sprayed some pest be gone
to keep the pest away.
I smiled and asked the Fellow
what did condonation mean
he said if your wife were on yourside
you be on the losing team.
The handle of the hoe to replace
the broken one.
When my wife comes over here
don't laugh when I call her"Hun"!
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