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Dance through your life
Dance through your life always
And listen to your inner melody;
And dance through your life with
Much joy and lightness for God’s
Love is always unconditional and
Special to each and every person
Who aspires to do good deeds and
To evolve toward greater spiritual
Awareness seeking God’s blessing;
Dance through your life as you seek
To pursue God’s plan and work to
Better yourself in all endeavors you
Undertake while being unafraid of
Challenges and never forgetting to
Always be kind and of a charitable
Heart and tenor to your fellow Man;
Dance through your life to the very
End understanding our mortal coil
Is indeed finite but is part of a much
Greater cosmic purpose whereby our
Souls will one day make that majestic
Journey with angels to God’s heavenly
Home where all of us can dance on in
God’s Grace and Light for an Eternity!
Gary Bateman and Ingrid Krukenberg-Bateman,
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(May 12, 2015) (Didactic Verse)
*Originally published in my new book on February 23, 2015.
In pursuit of curves, some choose the lift,
A quest for beauty, a transformative shift.
But amidst the surgeries, a deeper tale,
A journey where self-love might set sail.
No judgment for choices, the paths we take,
Yet ponder the reasons, the risks we undertake.
Society's pressures, perceptions we bear,
A world where self-worth is laid bare.
South African souls, playing a role,
In the pursuit of beauty, losing their goal.
Attachments for love, a side hustle unfolds,
Prostitutes and marriages, tales to be told.
Relationships falter, lost in the void,
A nation sickened, values destroyed.
In African hair, judgment is cast,
Weaves worn proudly, but shadows are cast.
Obsessed with material, souls for sale,
Range Rovers and Mercedes, a tempting tale.
In pursuit of dreams, they trade their core,
Yet later, reflections bring insecurity ashore.
Selling bodies for riches, a path they tread,
But marriages suffer, innocence shed.
In the mirror, they question love's essence,
Forgetting the purpose, losing their innocence.
Giving some of yourselves
for the right cause,
will be immeasurably meaningful
to your spirits longing to be helpful...
There's a great consolation
in knowing that
every little joy
you bring...means
a lot to somebody;
there are many tasks
that you can undertake,
however difficult
they may be for you; don't
watch and wait
for a disaster to happen
to come to their aid...
prevent it by paying it
more attention...
Giving some of yourselves
for alleviating someone's pain
is a small contribution
out of the goodness
of your generous hearts:
that grieve when tragedy strikes,
but rejoice when souls are spared;
there's so much you can do to help....
Cherry could hardly contain her excitement.
Her busy brick office staff was hiring another apple today!
Plain sweet chocolate drop asked her if she had heard.
A selfish thought came into head, but she ignored it.
What if this apple was as proud and stuck up as the last one?
That might throw a wrench into her coherent plans.
I hear this kind of apple is rather tasteless, chocolate drop said.
What would she know? She barely had a bubble of experience.
Cherry offered to undertake the teaching of Apple upon his arrival.
He had a great ambiance, and seemed willing to listen to her commands.
She felt they could carry on a casual affair in the future,
Include chocolate drop? Why would they?
Back in the early '50s, my Dad believed in,
"Spare the rod, spoil a child," his lesson seeping in.
As a young growing kid, I longed for playtime's call,
Believing in the joy of games, both indoors and outdoors, I stood tall.
Mornings meant waking up to breakfast's warm delight,
Then off to the playing field, where dreams took flight.
Soccer games with friends, a ball dancing at our feet,
Laughter and competition merging, making life sweet.
Returning home, it was school's turn to take the stage,
Waiting for the bell to ring, releasing me from its cage.
Quickly escaping, my cricket team awaited outside,
Bound by the love of the game, with passion as our guide.
But my Dad had other plans, a tutor he'd employ,
Armed with a shining black ruler, ready to deploy.
Counting became a challenge, I faltered with each try,
And for every digit missed, the ruler would meet my thigh.
Alphabets came next, a daunting task to undertake,
I stumbled and missed many, inviting the ruler's wake.
With each whack, the shrieks pierced through the evening air,
Neighbors and Mom pleading, a cry for fairness to bear.
But my Dad remained unmoved, adamant in his belief,
That homework must be done, before granting any relief.
Yet one day, a lesson blossomed within my soul,
I rid myself of the tutor, and took my studies under control.
From that day forward, I delved into learning on my own,
No more ruler's sting, my independence fully grown.
I realized education could be a joy, not just a chore,
And with newfound freedom, I soared, wanting to explore.
What humans wish for universally
is difficult to conceive;
only one tyrant can undo
what the rest work to achieve;
yet, we, each, in our own worlds
do not live with peace in mind;
we fight with one another,
nearly each day we are unkind.
Self is the ogre enemy
looming large in every breast;
until that nemesis is dead
we undertake a hopeless quest.
Perhaps world peace starts very small
to secure all men are free;
you live for me; I live for you,
each other’s concord guarantee.
So, whether the scale is great or small,
the world or just one family,
let us dedicate ourselves to this,
to love without partiality.
March 5, 2022
My dearest little Beautiful Butterfly!
It’s not so long,
Since the hasty hands of Time,
Snatched you away from us,
Abruptly, unpredictably...
Time snatches away,
Living as well as non-living beings;
He gives his alleged reason for his action.
In your case too -
He gave his reason.
His reason was very simple and sweet.
He said he wanted you to undertake a pilgrimage.
Toward-
Discovering newer galaxies;
Exploring higher horizons;
Finding fresher pastures;
Hovering over prettier flowers;
Befriending beautiful butterflies...
This, obviously, The Time did,
In his most cunning manner: Death.
I vaguely remember your beautiful,
Tender, lovely frame lying wasted...
I could perceive, even though,
As indistinct as a dream,
Your late loving mother,
‘An Eternal Butterfly’ who's no more,
Hovering over you;
Receiving you benignly;
Holding you in tight embrace;
Grasping you compassionately;
Fondling you full of nostalgic yearning
And longing and craving of,
As though, endless ages and eras…
You were seen no more thenceforth.
I had been trying to console myself saying,
You would be back soon.
Why cry? Why weep? Why to wail?
Yet -
Willingly or unwillingly,
Rationally or irrationally,
Knowingly or unknowingly -
Why this heaviness in me?
Why this pain?
Why this endless ache?
Are these feelings and anxieties caused,
Owing to your momentary absence?
Are these caused,
Because of my inner feeling of fear,
That I would be silent and mute,
When I meet you again?
Are these caused, because,
I have some debts to repay you?
Whatsoever might be the reason,
In my speechless unconsciousness,
My mute, stiff tongue,
Mumbles a little prayer for you:
Grant Her Eternal Rest,
O Lord!
May Perpetual Light,
Shine Upon Her!
Yet-
My inner mind whispered to me
That you would come back,
As you are a butterfly,
Keep flying and fluttering around…
Hence-
Before you were out of my sight-
I just bid you a heartfelt farewell:
Bye, Bye, Butterfly!
13 January 2022
I remember way back in my childhood time, when most people I knew walked inside the line. Both men and women were hard workers back then. Mother had gardens and raised both roosters and hens.
Also, mother mostly worked hard at our home. Most days she was home busy and all alone. Mother was also a part time beautician. She provided care for hair like a physician
would undertake the health care of his patients. Mother did their hair as well as listened to her clients. We kids were either busy everyday at school, studying the academics, keeping the golden rule, or busy playing.
072221PSCtest, 12 Lines In Rhyme, Joseph May
12 Lines of Rhyme; Rhyme Scheme-aabb, ccdd, eeff
*Image of Seasons Of The Year by Pixabay.
Seasonals
~~0~~
Time of heaven's anointing fertile grounds,
fertile nature, and beast surrounds,
Hail, 'tis springtime here a blossoming,
buds are blooming everywhere,
Hark the juveniles from the towns,
frolicking yonder the fairgrounds,
Awakening comes into being,
comes into being the heralds of spring,
Playing happily here rounds and elsewhere,
cheerily sounds, frowns drowns,
~~adults abound at hare and hounds.
~~0~~
Heightening sunlight burning daylight truly,
nigh in the noon hour stand high,
Flowers' mood-matching shades of golden brown
from bluish green trades,
The exclusive facade reaches bone dry,
bone dry as warm air is blown dry,
They sweltered till all screamed for ice cream
as their dessert melted away an "s",
Gods and goddesses tans apply, amplify fans,
swim summer ray goodbye,
~~by and by, May, June, and July.
~~0~~
Here, hear it came, rustling leaves a-tumbling,
a-tumbling down the country lane,
Reddish ocher spread out all a-flustered,
all a-flustered every which way,
Autumn rain drenched down leaves that drain
neath the woods where they have lain,
Ebbing its crimson crust chilly ashen dust
blankets shyly amidst the gust,
Rustic western host John Wayne,
all else subtleties pens Mark Twain,
~~larks in vain, come, Abel and Cain.
~~0~~
Fall mist snaps wide-awake, anew sorta undertake,
an outstretched lea windbreak,
Holiday treats, festive retreats,
time for family and friends to gather,
Turkey and ham, and bellyache, chats, and drinks,
and aspirins for that aged headache,
Winter's here once again, bringing joyous cheer,
looking back to this good old year,
The afterglow of the fireworks show, slake coffee,
and cheesecake, new year break,
~~strive worth to make, thrive earth God's sake.
~~0~~
2022 July 22
*Image of Revelation 19 by Pixabay.
The Savior And The Sound
In your delicate state of mind, upon your awakening, you were uncontrollable and had done an egregious act, punishable to the highest degree of the law, which is death and being that you are both obtuse and indigent, I will undertake your case pro bono and, per se, mediate on your behalf to the best of my abilities, whereto, I will consecrate my efforts in a reduced sentence based on an insanity plea, and after speaking with your doctors prior to our meet, I've been informed that with the continued diligence, medications and therapy sessions, you're able to control your delirium status and be of sound mind, ergo, I extend my hand to you, shake it if you agree, if not, I'll have leave of you. (hands shaking). Have yourself a good day sir, till we meet upon your summons to court.
***The obtuse and indigent delicate soul, whose awakening to control of his delirium status, free of any egregious acts saw his consecrate savior who will mediate on behalf of the sound.
2019 September 10