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to my children

When the clock tops ticking
When the pump stops heaving,
When I go to my last sleep,
When no wind comes from the heap,

Don’t you feel sad,
Don’t you feel mad,
But rather be glad,
For nothing is bad.

From where I will be,
Though you can’t see,
I’ll be with you,
Helping you through.

So think of me always,
As bathing in sunrays,
Happy in my new ways,
Smiling  to you through a haze.

I’ll be with you still,
Not in flesh but in will,
Speaking to you, it will seem,
While you sleep and dream.

So close your eyes and pray,
You’re almost there already,
I’ll be thinking of you,
Patiently awaiting you.

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I am rich

I am rich,
Rich of a good health,
Rich of a strong body,
Rich of a balanced mind,
Thanks to God.

I am rich,
Rich of learning,
Rich of experiences,
Rich of the past,
Thanks to my parents.

I am rich,
Rich of skills,
Rich of education,
Rich of possibilities,
Thanks to my teachers.

I am rich,
Rich of the sun rising,
Rich of the birds singing,
Rich of the trees growing.

I am rich,
Rich of a warm family,
Rich of a nice home,
Rich of good food.

I am rich,
Rich of dreams,
Rich of causes,
Rich of reasons to live.

I am rich,
Rich of ideas,
Rich of projects,
Rich of ambitions.

I am rich,
Rich of targets to reach,
Rich of visions to realize,
Rich of the future.

Poor banker,
You say you are rich,
You think you are rich,
But it is of money only.

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the apple

From high on a branch of the apple-tree
The seed fell.
Hidden in the middle of the rotten apple,
The seed fell.
Onto a wet rotten soil,
The seed fell.

Shaken by these sudden changes,
The seed got wet.
Surrounded by moist sticky rubbish,
The seed got big ;
Escaping from its decaying envelope,
The seed got strong.

Then the seed gave birth
To a young apple-tree,
The seed became the branches and the leaves
Of a young apple-tree.
It gave all its contents
To a young apple-tree

Then the young apple-tree grew,
And became such a lovely strong tree,
It multiplied its branches and its leaves
And developed as a lovely strong tree,
And it became very proud
Of being such a lovely strong tree.

Then the tree grew its own apples,
What a lot of marvels !

So many sweet fruit,
The tree gave birth to so many fruit,
That it almost forgot how it began itself at the root.

From a rotten apple, a small pip
Gave birth to so many nice fruit !
From a small tiny seed, big like a bip,
Came dozens of marvellous fruit.

So you can see that beginnings may be
Small, rotten, or downwards,
But the result of patience and assiduity
Is certainly worth waiting for its rewards.

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dark flower

Black was the flower
I picked up that day.
Dark was its colour
Among the pale hay.

The seasons had passed
And the white blossom
Had been changed so fast
To that dark column.

Every life must end,
But, when my flower
To winter will bend,
Lord, keep her colour!

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there is no god

There is no God, some say,
Oh yes ? Have you ever seen a sunset over the ocean ?

There is no God, some say,
Oh yes ? Have you ever seen an eagle  fly over the mountain ?

There is no God, some say,
Oh yes? Have you ever seen a baby’s   first minute in life ?

True, there are wars, but who makes them ?
True, there are miseries, but who causes them ?
True, there are diseases, but who spreads them ?

Accidents happen, right, what about healings?
Nasty people exist, right, what about lovely ones ?
Earthquakes, floods, hurricanes, right, 
    what about glorious sunrises, soft white snow,  cool summer breeze?

Positive, negative, but there is only one electricity,
Good, bad, but there is only one Nature.

There is no God, some say,
But you don’t have to believe them.

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god gave them

GOD GAVE THEM


God gave them life,
God gave them the water to drink and the plants to eat,
God gave them the air to breathe, and the sun to see and be warm,
God gave them the trees to protect them and the mountains to sleep in.

God was pleased ,
But they wanted more.

They made houses to sleep more,
They made candles to see longer ,and fires to be warmer,
They made crops to eat more, and wine to drink more.

God was pleased,
But they wanted more.

They made borders to keep their houses,
They made weapons to defend their borders,
They made armies to use the weapons.

God was watching,
But they wanted more.

They melted the ice to get more water,
They tortured the plants and the animals to get more food,
They dug holes in the ground to get more heat.

God was watching,
But they wanted more.

They twisted metals to make machines and have more rest,
They melted plastics to make cars and have more games,
They broke the atoms to have more light and more heat.

God was not pleased,
But they wanted more.

They dirtied the water and maimed the trees,
They twisted the sun’s heat and blew up the mountains,
They damaged the air, the winds and the seas.

God was not pleased,
But they wanted more

They said they could create life,
They pretended that God never existed,
They said that they were gods themselves.

God said that was too much,
But they wanted more.

So God took back the trees and the animals,
God took back the water and the air,
God took back the light.

God said that was too much,
But they wanted more.

So God took back life,
And they died.

And God was pleased.

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that night

I met her that night,
Dreaming on her seat,
And in all that light,
I felt my heart beat.

She gave me a smile,
With her eyes so bright,
And I held her tight,
Dancing for a while.

She was so pretty,
In all her gaiety,
And she was so nice
That she melt my ice.

Beauty of the isles,
Nature’s work of art,
I wish that miles
Would never us part.

Copyright © john bogard | Year Posted 2019