In your latter days you had a good life
You sat under the mahogany tree near your hut
Watching the village as they moved about with their duties.
At night you were a storyteller
Telling the people the stories of your youth
"My youth was a wonder", you always started with
And "That was life" you always ended with.
Your lips were always wet from the gin in your calabash
Your radio always played the songs of long ago
Then you suddenly passed away
In your last sleep your smiled for the last time
With two tears running down your cheek
We knew you were going to have a very good sleep
In your Father's arms
Rest well wonderer
For the village never forgets you.
I am the wonderer
Don't know where to hault,
If you find me in your neighborhood,
Just let me know whether am lost or not!
The wonderer
By Charles G.P. Chard 2nd
However, we wonder from place to place,
And we do gather to seek the LORD’s face,
We look to you O EL GABOR,
For lasting peace forevermore,
Our hearts are open please hear our cry,
YOUR WORD O GOD is our lasting tie,
O MIGHTY ONE of our fathers past,
Strengthen us and guild us as we fast,
The hearts of all reflect upon you,
The marvelous wonders of all you do,
We learn to express YOUR ways shown to us,
And forget not your law, which is a must,
Turn to us as our steps press on forward,
In this land I have the will to stand free
Once lying to faith of that of wretched kings and wench queens
Walking the earth against the hot blistering winds
Life has always tried to take my breath and damage my sight
But still I live
I’ve experienced the abomination clash of hate and blood
I’ve seen the gnats of human existence suckle the fruit of life
Brutal cries upon the forsaken ground I care not
The anger of bitter men crucifying their morals
Possessed by sickened diseased meeting a self-destructive ends
Countless scorn against my blacklist
Fathers and sons called forth to slay my line
Feel death, you have no remorse from me
See death, failing to cope with dying
Taste death, victimized sourness from manipulated spirits
Smell death, disgusting aroma against the Celtic frost
How sad this is the way it must be
For wealth these ether whores exist boundless
Stealing dark arts, spells spoken to curse my name
Still I stand as they are destined to be one with nothing
Now all I can hear is Lady Death’s amorous tone against my ears
Witnessing their own suffocation
In this land I have the will to stand free
Once lying to faith of that of wretched kings and wench queens
Walking the earth against the hot blistering winds
Life has always tried to take my breath and damage my sight
But still I live
I’ve experienced the abomination clash of hate and blood
I’ve seen the gnats of human existence suckle the fruit of life
Brutal cries upon the forsaken ground I care not
The anger of bitter men crucifying their morals
Possessed by sickened diseased meeting a self-destructive ends
Countless scorn against my blacklist
Fathers and sons called forth to slay my line
Feel death, you have no remorse from me
See death, failing to cope with dying
Taste death, victimized sourness from manipulated spirits
Smell death, disgusting aroma against the Celtic frost
How sad this is the way it must be
For wealth these ether whores exist boundless
Stealing dark arts, spells spoken to curse my name
Still I stand as they are destined to be one with nothing
Now all I can hear is Lady Death’s amorous tone against my ears
Witnessing their own suffocation
bereavement, celebration, confusion, dream, faith, hope, love
I would like to think I am a Wonderer?!?!? ©
I would like to be a wonderer, but I am not---
But need you by my side for heart’s sake and love!
I would like to think independently, but I am not---
But I need you to reassure me that your heart is in love!
I would like to think I am unselfish, but I am not---
But, I need to be fulfilled forever by your unselfish love!
I like to think I am unabashed with unhappiness, but I am not---
But, brightness of the sunshine brought on is all for one’s love!
I like to think I am but saddened, but I am not---
But, gray clouds today are like the loss of ‘once’ more in love!
I like to think I am sweetly content, but I am not---
But, each day without satisfaction, is not to be in love!
I like to think upon a season’s changing is my fault, but I am not---
But, my quests for answers fit ‘another’s’ quest for the sake of earthly love!
I like to think I am like the weather, but I am not---
But, these ‘odd fellow’ variances’, I am told are an ‘odd couple; when not in love!
THE WONDERER
I wondered here
I wondered there
and I have wondered
everywhere
dumbfounded I went to and fro
because I simply didn't know
and so I wondered
yes I pondered
as I wondered here and there,
but never once wandered I,
from any place I had to be,
and so, I wondered there.
© Ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet.
How did I get to this place in my life
Were there only seems to be dead ends
Were depending on others seem to be
A lost cause were ever thing is a question mark
Were the thought of the day is I should not have
Done this our that
Its getting old the half stepping
The finger pointing the blaming
Tired of the back and forth
Time is slipping away once its gone
No way of getting it back
I feel lost in the since
Of no return
I ask my self were is the door
So that I can open it and stand
Were the grass is greener on the out side
Looking in with the doors closed
And the windows open
Waiting for a chance to escape
The sobs hiding inside
That cry for help but no one is there
So I ask how did I get to this place in my life
Am I getting punish for my past mistakes
Am I feeling sorry for my self
Did I do this to my self
Somewhere I hold the keys
To soon to tell when ill get to use them
For now I guess ill keep wondering
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