Long Valley Poems
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Miniscule dust particles float effortlessly in the sky
unaware of their imminent downfall.
Water vapour seeps heavenward from mother earth
condensing on the encountered dust.
The creation of raindrops – heavier and heavier
so dark rainclouds muster.
And then, the burden so heavy,
millions of raindrops fall.
The time is right for nature’s gala performance.
They sat on the hill ridge auditorium,
watching the valley theatre stage darken with the rain.
Behind them nothing until
the slightest glimmer as distant clouds part.
The sun in all its glory bursts through,
shedding light on the valley.
They watch in awe as, on cue, nature performs
its meteorological phenomenon with reflection, refraction and dispersion.
Every raindrop reveals its DNA;
red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.
En masse – a rainbow which they see as an arc,
but nature knows to be a complete circle.
Encore! Sunlight intensifies, raindrops increase –
double rainbow – bravo!
They feel so close to this ephemeral wonder,
not physically but in their hearts and souls.
Rain recedes, performance over,
valley bathed in pale sunlight, silent.
They rise, make their way off the ridge uplifted,
no longer searching for that materialistic pot of gold.
It seems the more I give Him praise in knowing His Name
The more beauty I see upon my ways, it's just not the same
I tell Him of His Sunrise and the colors throughout the sky
Every morning He has a new surprise who Reigns on High
What some so often miss always rushing to get no where
My prayer in a wish that they'd just become more aware
His birds just above the road and just look how he provides
To Him everything is owed a matter not having two sides
It's His Glory people come to see for man can't compare
The California Redwood tree or the peacocks simple flair
A prism of color in His cloud, the caterpillar soon to fly
His Glory screams so loud as do the Heavens in His sky
Perhaps you'll give Him a wink admiring what He's done
Then to save you you then realize He sent His only Son
A simple Lily in the valley it's beauty never to be noticed
Tell Him what you see and He'll tell you all you have missed
Psalms 148:5
Let them praise the name of the LORD:
for he commanded, and they were created.
I hopelessly wandered in this lost valley of unseen beauty.
The wind whispered warmly, flowing around, and it comforts me.
Begging me, as her clear water gently laps at my feet.
Rest, stay awhile, cry with me, as your painful journey of Love, recedes.
We feel your raw broken heart from your past.
We again cry with you, knowing it will never last.
Your broken heart will heal and mend,
We left it alone, it will open to love again.
Our Mother is tenderly reaching out with her loving heart.
She whispers in my ear, let your fear depart.
Relax now, breathe deeply, search out your fear, she implores.
Why do you still hold on to this pain as she explores.
Please walk with me and take my hand and see what surrounds you.
My eyes begin to clear from tears I shed to witness this magical view.
I dropped to my knees gasping in awe to what is before me.
A pure clear vision of Earth, all her light radiating into the land and sea.
Gaia turns to me saying “you are now seeing the real life in us”
“Your dear Heart will create a more beautiful presence so pure and Just.”
It happened in a blink of an eye as I release all fear from my spirit.
Knowing now that only love is the song of angels, can you hear it?
In the velvety night, caressed by shadows,
A poet whom I deeply respect whispered to me,
That my verses, through his cold and harsh eyes,
Were but weak jokes, a pale reflection,
Not slicing arteries, not unlocking true agony,
But instead, terribly to pronounce, accessible.
I lift my head under the dream-laden sky,
Grasping the truth like a bouncing rubber ball,
Determined not to hide. In this world of reflections,
Of scratched masks and overflowing illusions,
Rejecting the utopia of sincerity for the spectacle of the prism,
Silicon Valley brings virtual realities,
And I, with my pen and stigmatic signs,
Bring forth virtual poetry, not my soul,
But a perfect simulation, a construction of smoke,
Mirrors and crocodile tears.
So come, take your place on the carousel of my heart,
You will find Hollywood blood, hard luck stories,
Wounds made of plasticine, rented mourners,
Tragic confessions and inflatable dolls of lost lovers,
What do you seek, my sweet? What makes everything good for you?
What does integrity mean in a world of irony and facade pain?
Yes, I can possess integrity if that excites you,
In an era where blood clots are art, and jokes are farce,
I will learn, versatile as I am, I will cry those ninety-six tears,
Develop stigmata on command, embrace surplus suffering,
To maintain my place in the artistic galaxy.
But if you are wrong, upon your death,
You will traverse into hell,
Where Groucho Marx will tickle your bare foot,
With Edgar Allan Poe's feathered quill.
So the truth remains steadfast in our tormented minds,
For we are sculptors of virtual pain, rooting our identity,
In an abyss of irony.
I SHALL NOT WANT
He Makes me to lie down in green pastures,
He leads me beside still waters, He restores
My soul, He leads me in paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake. Even though I walk through
The valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil;
For You are with me; Your rod and Your staff,
They comfort me.
You prepare a table
before me in the presence
of my enemies; You anoint
My head with oil, my cup
Runs over. Surely goodness
And mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life, and
I will dwell in the house of
The LORD forever.
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Dressed in an aura of simple decisions,
worn like testament carved out in stone
Leaving a pathway of honest intentions,
never once knowing that I was alone
Caught in a river expanding it's being,
swimming for shore at the edge of the dam
Seeing a valley asleep, gently dreaming,
wondering if their lives rest in my hand
Still there's a feeling of loss that's deceiving,
places an emphasis there on my brow
Wrinkles will bend if the moment is freeing,
no use in futures when it is right now
I am not special though time seems to find me,
counting the minutes that pass in the sky
Learning that clouds are a friendly reminder,
that someday soon everyone has to die
Somewhere over the mountain, hidden away,
There’s a land that is calling; I must not delay.
Somewhere over the mountain, that’s where she’ll be,
In the alpenglow, Mary's waiting for me.
They said I'd never recover from my stroke
A nightmare from which I never woke
A big chunk of me gone, a lower plateau
But I left the home, and off I did go.
It's our lot to grow old, not due to our sins
Trails go cold and entropy wins
But I'll boat down the waterfall where snowmelt flows,
I’ll find Mary in the place that nobody knows.
The terrain is forbidding, the ridge like a knife
Can't undo time, can't crash the afterlife
No country for old men, no breaking the rule
But I have to attempt, to give up is so cruel
Somewhere over the mountain, I wish it were so,
Mary is singing where wildflowers grow.
The starling will guide me, the meteor will show
The path to the valley where lost rivers go.
I went over the mountain, then took a fall
a thousand foot down off a sheer valley wall.
They buried my story, because no one must know.
They say I died then, but I died long ago.
It was the Eve of a brand new year,
so I’d gone out on my porch to say goodbye
to the prior year, having heard a blue moon should appear.
As I was looking all around me up into the sky,
no sign of a moon at all was I to spy!
Farther out from my front porch, I looked up at each slope
of mountains to the east, and it seemed as though
my spirit was now filling with new hope,
for the mountains shone so brightly, graced by day’s new snow
as Christmas lights still blinked in all the valley below.
All future things to come, which I had yet to rue,
were, in that one moment, completely out of sight.
And though I never saw a moon of blue
in the snowy brightness of that moonless night,
I reveled in the beauty of such peaceful white!
Doubts are really Fear
When I think a lot I become susceptible to everyone
So to cure such ideas comes a time of your life that you can realize
Each style, each movement, and most of all each ideas are simplicity
Everyone loves things easy and most of all less time
For the moment that t I think it is all over
Thinking about things becomes more so as Doubts
And doubts leads to fear
Like this I come upon a valley full of different creatures
As I have doubts I fear all these creatures
Slithering, growling, howling, and snapping
It is more so fear is the other side’s point of views
I come to a stop in the that moment thinking
What is more afraid me or the other creatures in the valley?
When I come upon a break a river flows so wide, yet I see
All different creatures drinking at the same time
I see one common purpose of life is to keep alive
No matter what, through rough times, through starvation
Or even to just briefly set aside meaningless arguments to just take a drink
Fear is just a state that many ideas flow into the mind
That makes the mind is less focus about the reality
Love is everywhere not just inside because, it is within everyone
That is why it is everywhere
I do think, because a teacher only thinks for the better not less nor greater
Because teachers are not to instill doubts, they instill knowledge and wisdom
These interesting concept is always push aside because faith is lost
My eyes are open to all fear and doubts and never is closed if so I am not human
My teaching is my poetry sadness of all stories; I come around to say words
Words of life, clear everything, and put aside judgment, and tell you and me
That safe thoughts are empty thoughts and it can get filled but just to remember
Poor it out once in while
Like fear and doubts is the same way
To everyone who knows such values can be in grace within self
I'd take the rivers
and turn them to springs
then take a butterfly
and give you the wings
Id take a mountain
that climbs on high
then make you a valley
and give you a ride
Id take the honey
straight from the bees
and then I'd create
a soft gentle breeze
I'd take the flowers
that grows everywhere
and make you a garden
that never needs care
I'd take your clouds
and chase them away
and give you a beautiful
bright sunny day
I'd take the sun
and make it shine thru
and then take the skies
and turn them all blue
I'd give you love
the greatest gift of all
and wish you springtime
with never a fall
and after I'v gone
and done my best
I'd give you...
peace and happiness...