Details |
Charlie Baker Poem
In the deepest realm where our naked subconscious abides
In the abyss where all thought, emotion and memories resides
In the dimension of emptiness, where our minds eye holds the key
In the void between time and space continuum, we may never see
In all worlds, all scenarios, all plots we can conceive
In all hopes, all wishes, all achievements we can achieve
In all dangers, all angst, all fears we can conjure in our mind
In all feelings, of love, lust, the multitude of feelings we find
In this place, where we all go to at some point in time
In this place, where all thoughts and emotions intertwine
In this place, so vivid in our memory, now so hard to remember
In this place, where our imagination becomes our truest inventor
In this place, that I do not recall
In this place, that is no place at all
In this place, so real it may seem
In this place, is where I dream
Copyright © Charlie Baker | Year Posted 2018
|
Details |
Charlie Baker Poem
Find Your Sanctuary
Be it a long sandy beach, the waves crashing upon shore
Or in a deep forest glen, the wonders of nature to explore
Perhaps a long babbling brook will ease your weary mind
Or a quiet country road to travel, leave everything behind
Maybe it is your home, your solemn place to retreat to
With all your loved ones surrounding you, in all you do
Or is it your dearest friend that takes you back in time
Or perhaps you find being alone, solitude so sublime
Whatever it may be that eases your mortal soul
Transcends you to a better place, makes you whole
Reach out with your heart, find this person, place or thing
Find your own sanctuary and all the tranquility it brings
Copyright © Charlie Baker | Year Posted 2019
|
Details |
Charlie Baker Poem
When you can hear the angels sing
When you hear the crying of a new born child
When the birds perch upon the sill for awhile
When a hand reaches out in a time of need
When nothing but love and tranquility supersede
When of humanity learns to live in harmony and peace
When all of the anger, the hatred and violence decrease
When all of man and women kind find what they seek for
When of the world sings a certain harmony for all to adore
When gone is the ego that drives us all
When we reach out to all of those who fall
When we learn to appreciate who we all are
When we accept all mankind from near and far
When we are all one, children of earth
When we believe all life truly has worth
When the time is now, of what life shall bring
When all love finds meaning in everything
When you open your mind to anything
Is when you can hear the angels sing
Copyright © Charlie Baker | Year Posted 2018
|
Details |
Charlie Baker Poem
Darkness
In a quiet room the darkness encircles all
The slightest of shadows seemly abounds
Your eyes grappling to focus wherewithal
You become attuned to all the subtle sounds
Within the shadows lurk your deepest fears
In childhood memories of forgotten tales
Once again fearsome efficiencies appears
In your imagination, within all gruesome details
Deep within the psyche of the blackest hearts
There is this darkness where hate controls
Somehow hurt turning into anger imparts
Buried deep within their tortured souls
Perhaps that they not know the harm that they do
When consumed by only hate in their tortured souls
Controlled by past events they have lived through
Deep seated anger and hate takes many tolls
Darkness takes on form in many strange ways
Be it the void of all light, in a black, lonely space
Or the blackest of souls, of all those that betrays
Darkness can change into light within a loving grace
Copyright © Charlie Baker | Year Posted 2022
|
Details |
Charlie Baker Poem
The Knight
There once was a man, bravery beyond all compare
Bound to a king and kingdom, to the people in despair
Past battles to honour his king and his homelands
Willingly to lay down his life for all the many clans
His armour chinked, remnants of battles long ago
His sword in its sheave, ready to defeat any foe
His trusty steed, a long friendship, has been earned
His honour never falters, ones greatness , be yearned
On a solemn night, the king seeks, his one true knight
“You my friend, my protector, my one true guiding light
“My kingdom cries out to me, do you hear her distain
You are her servant, and of all your knights that remain “
“There is this evil that threatens, means to kill and destroy
“These marauding clans, many lands, many hoards to deploy “
“We must stand now, raise our swords, show we stand tall”
He cries "Today we shall live or we die", for the good of all”
"We must ride out to meet these ungodly, unworthy hoard
Let our bravery, feel their defeat with our blood stain swords
Each of us knights, swore an allegiance to God and our king
Now is the time, fight for the honour and glory that shall bring"
Such a battle, never seen in many of years past
Fighting for the honour, for the kingdom to last
Each knight wields their sword, victory seems
The one true knight, hearing the death screams
He stands tall in the saddle, seeing all the bloodshed
His knights stand true, lost in a field of crimson red
When an errant spear, somehow finds it's one mark
He falls from his steed, blood flows it's reddish dark
Knights kneel at his side, seeing death approach their brother
All of his warriors, humbly pay homage to a general like no other
They raise and carry his body and his sword
To honour his bravery, for his king and his lord
A king strangely kneels before his fallen knight
As if he lost his only son, sorrow lost in twilight
He stands, looks upon his people and he cries
“This my truest knight, his life, what does it symbolize “
All the kingdom pay homage to their fallen son
Raise banners, tell tales, sing songs of the one
The one true saviour, to our hearts remain anew
To our brave heart, his soul shall remain true
Copyright © Charlie Baker | Year Posted 2019
|
Details |
Charlie Baker Poem
The Dark Rider
From a dark and distant time, so very long ago
In a land, time has forgotten, sunken below
In an era when the blackened heart of man
Struck fear and despair within all the land
You could feel the grip of the black cloud of fear
Blanketing over the land, everything far and near
“Tis a terrifying time for the likes of any man
Unaware of whence this tale of darkness began”
The elders would speak of a dark sinister long ago
Where a black ghostly image would appear so slow
A dark rider would appear out of the cold black night
Riding a black steed, fire in it’s eyes, terrifying sight
It was said that rider was sent from hell to avenge
Of the innocents done wrong, seeking only revenge
A hellish quest, retribution to the evils that men do
Swift reprisals to the wrongdoers he does pursue
The rider is judge and jury, not one man shall survive
Once he seeks out his lowly prey, not one is left alive
He suddenly appears, tall shadow in blackest night
Of who he seeks no one knows, until daybreaks light
Once again the dark rider leaves his mark on the town
His justice for those too weak, unable to fight is renown
The fear that evil doers feel for this dark unholy reaper
Is a testament to his judgment, an unholy peacekeeper
Copyright © Charlie Baker | Year Posted 2021
|
Details |
Charlie Baker Poem
Spring
S. Starting of the new season, all new life begins to grow
P. Preparing for mother nature’s new growth, her embryo
R. Reaping and sowing of a new essence from colder ends
I. In flies a robin and his mate, accompanied by a few wrens
N. Now is nature’s time and place to strengthen to renew
G. Granting a new start, fulfilling life in its newest debut
Summer
S. Solstice comes with the dawning of this new season
U. Ultimate strength of the sun at this time has reason
M. Midday sun and heat brings hotter and longer days
M. Many a longer days within the warmer summer rays
E. Enveloped with a wonderful feeling, wishing it would never end
R. Remembering past summers, all those feelings that transcend
Autumn
A. Autumn, the dawning of the change, reading for dormant time
U. Unrelenting cold rains, wind’s fury, tree boughs heave in chime
T. Trees burst, many vibrant colours that Mother Nature achieves
U. Undermining gusts of winds, giving dance to the fallen leaves
M. Many changes, many endings in this dormant time of the year
N. Nature readies for winter’s long, cold embrace to appear
Winter
W. Winds bringing in colder temperatures this time of year
I. Ice and snow blankets the land, frigid wind so severe
N. Nothing growing, creatures hibernate, some fall prey
T. Temperatures plummet, wind chills, deep snow overlay
E. Everyone in layers of clothing in subzero wind chills
R. Robustly enjoying winter activities and all the thrills
Copyright © Charlie Baker | Year Posted 2019
|
Details |
Charlie Baker Poem
Time
There is the essence of time in space, that we are not aware
There is a quality of time, that we wish we all could share
There may be times when you feel that time is on your side
Or time can be an eternity, lost somewhere in the great divide
There are timelines that we impose upon our daily lives
There are timetables that we set forth and attempt to strive
There are timeouts, whenever we believe events have gone awry
There are timeframes, life's memoirs lost in the sweet bye and bye
We have timepieces we wear, they remind us to be there
We have timekeepers, to tell us we should always be aware
We have timeshares, that are meant to share a part of you with me
We achieve timeworn, a reflection of what was and what must be
Never be timed with what you really want to achieve
Allow yourself to be timeless in what you truly believe
If we all live our lives with humility in a timely manner
Then our time spent on this earth shall truly matter
Within every second, minute, hour, day and year
Like the rhythmic beating of your heart you hear
Every breath you take, is such a true gift everyday
Because one day, father time will take it all away
Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Within the beating of our hearts, like a time clock
Copyright © Charlie Baker | Year Posted 2019
|
Details |
Charlie Baker Poem
I Hope You Sleep Well
Living in your controlling world of pain, hate and fear
Where only money and greed is all that you hold dear
Within all your lies that you tell
I hope you somehow sleep well
Where you destroy lives, just to have control
Only to have your bank account reap you whole
Not caring who you buy and sell
How can you really sleep well?
What happens when you loose the power you once gained
All that you have worked for is gone and nothing remained
Your future uncertain, now lost in your own hell
Even in all torments, I still hope you sleep well
There will come a time when you must answer for your sins
When karma comes a calling, all of your atonement begins
Looking deep in the eyes of our god, what could you truly tell
Will you be able to ask forgiveness, will you forever sleep well?
Copyright © Charlie Baker | Year Posted 2021
|
Details |
Charlie Baker Poem
The Gunslinger
There once was a honest man, a man of iron and steel
Vengeance filled his heart, a lust for blood so surreal
No one knows what calamity has forged his evil ways
Or of what rages in his cold heart, no man can ever say
In folklore some say, a law man he was, in a lawless, ruthless town
Tin star upon his chest, ivory handled guns ready for a showdown
Had a wife, a son, the makings of a life, a homestead to call his own
When a cowardly man came a calling, shot down his only home
When he finds his loved ones, lying still, blood spilt within the ground
Finding the lifeless bodies of the kin , his echoed screams an eerie sound
He falls to the ground, kneeling silently before their still lifeless bodies
Burying all of his anger, sorrow and pain, deep within his soul embodies
A rage filled his heart and his soul, vengeance must be bestowed
He rode hard and fast to find this man, to place him six feet below
He searched far and wide to find this man, let no one stand in his way
No sleep, no rest, till judgement by his own hand, may have its day
One day this angered man rode into a town like no other he has ever seen
Lawlessness abounds, folk seek refuge from the violence that has been
He reminds himself, this is not my fight, one thought, one man, one kill
Finish what your vengeance craves, then your thirst may finally be stilled
On this day he finally finds this coward of a man in a seedy local saloon
Playing cards and seeking women, not knowing judgement comes soon
His rage filled eyes glare, his muscles tense, blood in his veins run cold
Will bide his time, the need to look him in the eyes, tell what should be told
He finds his time, the next day he stares his cold death into his eyes
“You are the mangey coward that shot my wife, my son, tell me no lies”
“Do you have anything to say, before I place you deep into the ground”
As the coward raised his head, one shot ran out and he was downed
He walk up and stood above this man and watched him as he slowly dies
He waited to see the blood flow, see his last breath, no life left in his eyes
He turned to see the town folk, he saw the fear in their eyes of this man
He slowly walked away, vengeance had be wielded by the gun in his hand
Vengeance was his, the rage coursing in his heart was so deeply entrenched
His heart, broken, his spirit filled with hatred, blood lust never be quenched
He now possesses a black heart and steel courses though his veins
He rides with one hand on his holster, the other holding the reins
He rides from town to town, tall in the saddle, no place to call his home
His reputation for a fast gun, always tested, always he stands alone
With each and every duel, comes swift death to any and all that appose
Seems like a distant life ago, a different man, a certain destiny arose
He is now the gunslinger, in his holsters carry certain death
He is now yearning for it all to end, so he may finally find rest
So may ghosts that haunt, the dead eyes of all the lives he took
Hoping a faster gun may finally close this chapter of his book
Copyright © Charlie Baker | Year Posted 2018
|