Short Arbuthnot Poems

Pleasus
How can Jesus please us
when all we do is cry
about how life has done us wrong
when we're the reason why?
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet...

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HOMECOMING
I've got to fade, be yesterday
dry up and blow away
I've got to go where I belong
where life won't have the timing wrong.
I have to leave this world behind
and go someplace I'll never find
and be a part of what is not
death's tender kiss alone has brought.
I've got to die into the past
so that my love will always last
and do it all too willingly
my death is all the life of me.
© ron arbuthnot wilson
aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet...

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CHILDREN OF THE GOLAN
Beyond the fence we shouldn't go,
not even look, if we're alone,
nor see some things we should't know.

Our innocence has died, although,
we are the children never known,
and hide the we not meant to show.

Out of this wasteland, what can grow,
where only dust has ever blown,
too where, we never even know.

The Golan seems an empty show
the yellows, browns of rock and stone,
where we must make some flowers grow?
© Ron Arbuthnot...

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THE HOMECOMING
Our need to fade, be yesterday
dry up and then just blow away,
'tis but to go where all belong
where life won't have the timing wrong.

our need to leave this world behind
to go someplace not there find
is just a part of what is not,
another road, alone has brought.

Beyond the trees, we bear the load
our need to find another road.
we disappear around the bend
discovering, there is no end.

© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet...

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