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Premium Member Blanket Protection

As light gently slices the veil of night,
     a sliver of morning appears through my window
With one eye open, I check the time

     The fuzzy warmth of my sweet, soft blanket
compels me to think that all is right with the world,
     that all is right with my world
and I could stay like this for hours, never moving

Funny how a blanket could offer such protection
     As though the problems of the day just can’t get in
Everything can wait, these moments of peace sustained

     Inevitably, the world wins and I awaken
Thoughts pervade, invade and beckon
     Perhaps today, I can do something to help

I wish for all, a blanket of protection


Premium Member The Soul's Path

The Soul’s Path

The soul’s path is one . . . 
whose way
is oft
clouded and confounded
by a 
myriad of challenges  
and
rank superficiality
which
pervade the
very nature
of mankind’s
mortal coil.

This means . . . 
each of us
should seek a
higher ethereal
understanding of life,
and
be not afraid
to meet and embrace
our fate and destiny
head-on
with
courage and faith
in
God’s holy guidance
and
His most divine grace.

The soul’s path . . . 
is an
individual endeavor,
but one 
worth taking 
so each of us
can find
our final way back to God.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
July 17, 2016 (Short-Lined Free Verse)

Premium Member It's Your Time

It’s Your Time

A mysterious voice in my deep sleep said . . .
“It’s your time.”

This was repeated several times,
Yet as more of a faint whisper.

What an unusual way to be greeted—I thought.
I just hoped to have a night of sound sleep.

What appears now deep within my psyche
Are catacumbal visions, illusions, and truths.

Is someone telling me something?
Are these images part of my life-run?

I realize now much more:
They are a mystic kaleidoscope of human experiences.

The mysterious voice returns again declaring . . . 
“It’s your time now!”

A thick mist appears, blinding me.
A solar eclipse occurs, captivating me.

The brightest light of all appears out of nowhere.
My senses run wild, no mortal proportion exists.

This infinity of the deep-black-dark cosmos
Gives way now to His divine, majestic light.

The solar-eclipsed moon is long gone . . .
An ethereal fragrance and happiness pervade.

A lovely and radiant angel appears before me,
Ah . . . she’s the source of this mysterious voice!

Elysian perfection complete.
A beautiful, mystical Unicorn smiles at me.

There’s no more anger, fear, sadness, and suffering . . . 
Only the divine love, hope, and peace of Almighty God.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
March 4, 2017 (Lyric)
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Silver Threads

I step outside on a mild spring day
 To bask in nature's rebirth,
 Flowers in bloom sway in the wind
  Colors and scents pervade my senses

 A spider's web glisten in the sun
 I gaze at it, mesmerized by its intricacy
 its silver threads glimmer
As it awaits its victim patiently

 Life's web can get us caught in bad situations
 
 From that web there may be no escape
 Though we may struggle to be free
 It may be an addiction, a bad relationship
 That may devour us and leave just a shell

Yet some may get that second chance to soar to freedom

 But what of those who never did
 Whose souls died in the torment of their error
 Life has no guarantees
 It deals us cards we can't foresee

 A butterfly gets caught in the web
 And it struggles to be free

 Many of us are seeking freedom 
 from something or someone
 Even the past can imprison us

 Yet sometimes out of nowhere, fortune smiles on us
 That second chance for freedom comes....
 I snap out of my trance as the breeze caresses my face

Just as the spider moves in the butterfly escapes
 Fluttering to freedom on a mild spring day

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Premium Member The Awe of Iron

Formula Fe2 O3
Iron is just awesome – let’s see!

First it was prehistoric man
Who was always an iron fan

Iron is a third of the earth
Industry is iron by birth

Pritchard designed and Darby made
Iconic Iron Bridge won’t fade

Smelt pig iron from iron ore
Produces cast iron galore

Backbone of skyscrapers, bridges
Organs of cars, washers, fridges

Clever Bessemer carbon gone
Heralded steel for everyone

Mankind’s most ingenious feat
Turning raw earth to steel – so neat!

Iron’s compounds are versatile
No wonder it’s used all the while

Inks, fertilisers, pesticides
Paints, enamels and more besides

Many iron phrases pervade
Each as an English language aid

There’s ironclad, iron curtain
Iron grip and more for certain

We need it in a small amount
For on haemoglobin we count

Open your eyes and look around
Everywhere an iron surround

Iron has magnetic appeal
First place must be iron with steel
Form: Couplet


Magic of the wildflowers

Engrossing sunbirds,
bees and butterflies
Smirks subtly
a cluster of wildflowers

Dispersing seeds
Through wind and rain
A barren monotonous plain
the wildflowers pervade

Singing to the tunes of bees
Waving to the songs of breeze
The wildflowers set a dais
to please the audience

Cosmos, the team head
Vibrant colors they widespread
Dandelions, the collaborators
Destined to list our wishes good

The divine scent they proliferate around 
Is all enough to spellbound-
the novel flies, all perform a lovely play 
And leave us astounded every day 

Engrossing sunbirds,
bees and butterflies
enthrall vividly 
a cluster of wildflowers
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Greenwood - Villanelle

The Greenwood - Villanelle

     Under the ancient greenwood’s leafy shade,
     Beneath the hornbeam and the spreading oak
     Where moonglow shines into the sylvan glade

     From the Elven harps magic chords cascade.
     Harebells ring at exactly midnight’s stroke
     Under the ancient greenwood’s leafy shade.

     Fairy wings flicker as each note is played,
     Ancient Songs the gossamer strings evoke.
     Where moonglow shines into the sylvan glade,

     Pixies in green cloaks from toadstool skins made
     Dwell with happy and content forest folk,
     Under the ancient greenwood’s leafy shade.

     Rows of acorn shell drinking cups displayed,
     Tree Sprites supping dew-drop wine laugh and joke
     Where moonglow shines into the sylvan glade.

     In light breezes, scents of wild herbs pervade,
     Fires emitting chestnut scented smoke
     Under the ancient greenwood’s leafy shade
     Where moonglow shines into the sylvan glade

         01/20/2019

Premium Member The Bard of Avon

The greatest loves and stories are soon lost
without a brilliant pen to write the plays
and trace romantic tears and evil thoughts
that carry through the years until today.
When first the Bard quilled page and manuscript
on comedies and legends of his time,
and then to tragedies where daggers dripped,
dramatic sonnets filled with metered rhyme.
But most of all he left us with a gift -
a treasure trove of witches kings and knaves;
ideas and dreams through which a mind can sift,
when stagnancy would otherwise pervade.
Now to the Bard I bow on bended knee
with what Victorians called bardolatry.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Your Kiss

Your kiss is so rapturous my great love;
Your red lips are like red rubies precious;
A love quite special in Heaven above;
And ever no doubt much and more precious.

I know my emotions soar very high;
Your thoughts always pervade my thoughts so true;
You shall never have to ask when and why;
We share our love passion so very true.

Your kiss will always be my special bliss; 
Your touch and caress so gentle so warm;
Our eyes gaze softly as we move to kiss;
And our love will be so sweet and so warm.

And by all on Earth I value so much,
Nothing compares with your kiss and your touch!    
 
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
(October 14, 2014) (Shakespearean Sonnet)
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member The Poor

With toasts of sincere, solo styles,
When the poor folk flock before me;
Sad sunken strife-stricken soul-smiles,
Bodies, broken; hearts free and glee!

Solid, sappy, strong stems, sojourned,
Skin shrunk now; back-bone giving way;
Will, that has their death-date adjourned,
Though live like reeds in breath to sway...!

They have built your mansion and mine,
Carried boulders; constructed our walls;
Cities, citadels, shrines so fine,
Built all; risking tumbles and falls...!

They produce food and sleep hungry, 
Give shelters living shelter-less;
Clothes they weave pervade the country, 
They're nude; not for trend; they’re cloth-less...!

With teeth of white pomegranate seeds,
They smile as though never conquered;
Their spirits are high midst tear beads, 
As their optimism undaunted...!!!


26 October 2021
Form: Rhyme

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