Please do not hurry to grow up,
innocent days will pass like dust
in winds of time both swift and sure.
Bring me one more dandelion,
I'll make a wish for you to stay
within my heart if near or far.
If your laughter I could capture,
I would keep it locked in a safe
and bring it out on rainy days.
Innocent days will pass like dust,
bring me one more dandelion~
please do not hurry to grow up!
Life, a moving train,
With many stops.
Disgorging souls diverse
As it journeys forth.
Yet embracing
New voyagers
Along its steamy path.
Within its long belly,
Hearts and minds immersed.
Unstopped onward journey,
So swift and sure!
Be Not Afraid
Life’s full of real mysteries and unending challenges,
yet, never despair, rather always be resolute and bold.
At times, some people in varied situations, always
thrive on playing to the certain fears of other people.
Sad to say, it just seems that some people want to be
“Human Creatures,” vice being polite “Human Beings.”
What to do? Do nothing. The actions of those who want
to be rude and nasty reflect the reality of who they are.
Being kind, well-mannered, and always polite does, in
fact, play positively to the “Better Angels of Our Nature.”
In the end, it all turns out to be truly a personal choice
concerning the type of person that one wants to be.
Choose wisely, I say, for the human experience is rife
with those who torment others and are always rude.
A swift and sure judgment at the end of “Life’s Run”
awaits those who are like this, and so, Be Not Afraid!
And remember that some true version of “Dante’s Inferno”
may truly await those who choose to be Human Creatures!
For them, I say, “Good Luck” dodging those hellish flames!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 9, 2020 (Didactic)
Oh wandering one, where are you going?
Where are you going?
How swift you move, so swift and sure.
So swift – so sure.
To and fro, up and up, oh what finesse,
Surely you’re the best.
Through clouds of deceit, you’re playing their game,
ere closer to fame.
To him that hears, hear or never be the same,
Else life will web you maim.
There is a way, a way, a truth, a life,
At Calvary’s cross you’ll find that way…
Acknowledge Him Today!
I stand before the Grim Reaper, unafriad and ready.
My head facing forward, my back striaght, my hands steady.
A low hum comes from the cloaked face, two lights for eyes,
His arms lift, his robe blows in the wind, his head tilts toward the skies.
His scythe comes swinging down upon my back, swift and sure.
My knees buckle from the hefty blow, my vision becomes a blur.
I stand back up, look into the face of death itself.
I say, "I do not yet know my purpose, but it isn't complete yet."
"I have faced greater fears than you before, and many more to come."
"Your power is gone, my fear removed."
The Reaper, "One day I will have you, though not today."
"Waste the gift of life, and you will welcome me."
"My real power is when you call upon me, and I do not show."
"I can only take, but you can give."
That is when I found my power over death.
He can only reap, but I can sow.
My impetuous pirate self-jumps up to play
I snarl and yell at her to just go away
She laughs as I hide my hazel eyes from her sight
Her faerie soul knows my heart with all of her might
I try to re-capture my delicious dream so dear
But she settles on my stomach and giggles in my ear
I guess we are writing poetry, I say, with a laugh
She shakes her head, and snorts prettily like a giraffe
Wide awake now with nothing pressing or imperative to do
I jump out of bed and make a swift and sure race to the loo
My pirate heart laughs at my frowny face in the mirror
Glad she has have gotten up, my imagination in gear
Arrows of outrageous fortune
Nor from Cupid's bow
Could find my heart more swift and sure
Than my lover's feelings know
No sun could make the heat
More than passion's flames could lick
Nor sleep could find my dreams
Than to taste my lover's kiss
No spell, nor magic
Could emulate true charms
I've found my wish of wishes
Within my lover's arms
Copyright 2016 Iger Rolyat All Rights Reserved
Swift and sure then the march of time,
We know not when we reach end rhyme.
A year has flown since your demise,
Change comes full blown without surprise.
Your legacy yet wears your name,
Yes change can be more of the same.
A new team wings with a bold flair,
New voices sing of firm affairs.
The next lap comes around the bend,
Poise helps us sum as work now tends.
A mindful way to live and learn,
Deepens our stay with choice we earn.
Leon Enriquez
22 March 2016
Singapore
BEDONKOHE BLOOD
Great Spirit here come I in humble prayer
child of your Bedonkohe blood and line.
I raise my hands to recognize you there
and plea you recognize this heart of mine.
I know you welcome all into your light
And let my way, as through this death I go,
Be swift and sure, if bad or good or right
As certain as blood of Geronimo.
Look! Is my line not tied to what's his past?
And does this not bring us our only choice
To bide amongst the tribe from out our past?
To gather in your light, and raise one voice
Of this, our song, our voices unified
And handed down through time, where we have cried.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
BLOOD OF GERONIMO
Great Spirit here come I in humble prayer
child of your Bedonkohe blood and line.
I raise my hands to recognize you there
and plea you recognize this heart of mine.
I know you welcome all into your light
And let my way, as through this death I go,
Be swift and sure, if bad or good or right
As certain as blood of Geronimo.
Look! Is my line not tied to what's his past?
And does this not bring us our only choice
To bide amongst the tribe from out our past?
To gather in your light, and raise one voice
Of this, our song, our voices unified
And handed down through time, where we have cried.
...............© Ron Wilson
Another very special Sonnet that just wrote itself through me...where do they come from? And how?
YOU'VE COME TO ME
You've come to me, out from the time of in between
the midnight dark and where first morning light is seen,
in all the wildest dreams of me
I never thought such love could be,
but now love takes me places I have never been;
you've come to me, from dreams that only love can know
and taken me to places only love can go,
although I thought love couldn't be
so swift and sure--you were for me;
and made my life reveal things only love can show.
you've come to me, when least I was expecting you
then made my heart believe some things it never knew,
and then you took the love of me
the love I thought could never be,
and made of me what only love can do.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
You've come to me, out from the time of in between
the midnight dark and where first morning light is seen,
in all the wildest dreams of me
I never thought such love could be,
but now love takes me places I have never been;
you've come to me, from dreams that only love can know
and taken me to places only love can go,
although I thought love couldn't be
so swift and sure--you were for me;
and made my life reveal things only love can show.
you've come to me, when least I was expecting you
then made my heart believe some things it never knew,
and then you took the love of me
the love I thought could never be,
and made my life a joy, as only love can do.
Wandering One
Oh wandering one, where are you going?
Where are you going?
How swift you move, so swift and sure.
So swift – so sure.
To and fro, up and up, oh what finesse,
surely you’re the best.
Through clouds of deceit, you’re playing their game,
ere closer to fame.
To him that hears, hear or never be the same,
else life will web you maim.
There is a way, a way, a truth, a life,
At Calvary’s cross you will find that way…
Acknowledge Him Today!
The dream of love is ever earthly bliss;
The hope of love is found in one strong kiss.
The tyrant's dream is that all joy departs
From those he shoots with hate-compelling darts.
The dream of work is material success;
The hope of work is inner happiness.
The tyrant's dream is every dream to kill,
And every head bow down before his will.
The light of life is justice, swift and sure;
All dreamers and all lovers judged as pure.
The tyrant's justice, he shall get it, too;
His name be cursed around the world and through.
Among the cries of lonesome gull
A crude cross-slash, grinning skull
Below the tattered crimson sail
Those that did weather the fiercest gale
Noblemen fearfully bow
Seamen kneel before its prow
Quiver before the pirate`s might
A vision of ivory, dark as night
We slowly conquer waves of teal
All eyes follow the steady keel
The ebony ship, its purpose grim
The treasure hoard hidden within
Like a glittering blade, swift and sure
Cursed to never dock at shore
Remembered in forgotten lore
Not even the bravest Mortal knave
Shall escape the wrath of the grave
So we sail forever-more
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