I had a little bucket;
I took it with me everywhere.
It held the things I needed;
So I guarded it with care.
That I had a little bucket,
Is more important than it seems,
For it held all my ambitions;
And all my hopes and dreams.
I put in a bit of courage;
Though I haven't very much,
And some faith and perseverance.
Some love, and joy and such.
I went about my business;
Trusting in the meager store
Which I carried in my bucket,
I did not ask for more.
Then there came a dark foreboding,
Oh, it was a bitter cup,
When I reached into my bucket,
And found I'd used the contents up.
I no longer have a bucket,
For I do the best I can
Not to trust my own devices;
But to trust my God and fellow man.
For we can not see tomorrow;
But we trust what we can't see,
I do not need a bucket;
I have found the hidden key.
Categories:
prevision, anxiety, christian, confidence, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
In this blank space of time the universe of ideas grows infinity;
The Master Piece never came to be, another prevision without calculate the harm;
Even though we not going anywhere, it is coming for us;
Remember in Cambridge times crossed like the line in meridian for ages;
Surprised by the helical light and suspended by the night the disguised dark flash;
Ability to the engineering, geniussnely to the Observer: non miss-taken reasons.
Existence is doubts for all, allowing it the events and facts;
The messenger of dreamers: let go off limited directions for the better coexistence.
Categories:
prevision, absence, deep, fate, hope,
Form: I do not know?
I clearly detect all that swirls this blue green world,
and all that toss me about like a ship on the ocean.
I hold the wheel within my hand, my ships Captain.
Keeping fixed to a horizon, slow, and steady as I go,
fighting off the pounding swells, one knot at a time.
I fight the good fight for my home, my family, and prevision.
The proletarian creed is an honest mans banner, and the only flag I fly. This voyage presents no security; nor the power of prevailing winds, to stretch out my sails. I endeavor this toil, and will not scourge my soul desire. I carefully weigh it all; willing to jettison all, keeping only one seed to root.
Categories:
prevision, visionary
Form: Free verse