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Ron Vanhooser Poem
Here upon the poet’s hallowed ground,
my soul I bare for all to see,
I leave my tale of perfect love
and all you mean to me.
For years I’ve wandered aimlessly,
walking blindly in the night,
‘til your soft and tender kiss
unveiled such ardent light.
‘Tis said one never knows,
the breadth of true love’s power;
like a storm it sweeps upon you,
a sudden formidable shower.
I stand now as living testament,
swept up in its raging current.
Logic bows to the heart and soul,
overrun by true love’s torrent.
Like minds, like souls, like hearts;
drowning in self lament,
‘til fate’s fortuitous hand
revealed love’s sweet content.
Once I mocked the poet’s verse
that paid such homage to the soul;
playful dreams and fantasies,
that spoke of halves made whole.
Such mockery is but a fool’s mirage
your touch forever changed me;
you bore witness to life’s verity;
a portent of what living should be.
As the tempest cleared away
once gray skies turned blue.
The pallid now resplendent
as I viewed the world through you.
Now stripped of past vanities,
I stand naked in the sun.
My world forever changed,
when you and I became one.
Emerging from such throes
to the heights of ecstasy,
your soft and gentle touch
has made it all clear to me.
My world forever changed
that day you stole my heart.
The poet’s verse doth ring true;
I’m but half when we’re apart.
So, my muse, I leave my tribute
here where love’s prose grew;
the perfect theatre to tell the world
how much I love you.
Copyright © Ron VanHooser | Year Posted 2021
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I hear a voice call out to me
through whispers in the wind at night.
It haunts my soul and sends a plea
for love to shine its brilliant light.
Within my dreams my spirit seeks
to find the source of this request.
To share the love of which it speaks
has now become my fervent quest.
I travel past the demons' lair
that held me captive for so long.
I quicken pace lest they snare
entrapping me within their throng.
I journey down the winding road
still following my lover's cry,
but as I see the fork I've slowed
now wondering which path to try.
If I choose wrong, the voice will fade
and my last chance for real love dies.
I listen for the serenade,
within her words she might advise.
She sings a song with a western tone
and now it's clear which route to take.
The west is where the light has shone,
the truer path, there's no mistake.
As further down the road I go
my destination lies in sight.
I hear the music's volume grow,
my heart's now dancing in delight.
Upon her beautiful face I look
as her arms envelop me.
I'm thankful for the road I took
for on that path I found the key.
It opened up sweet passion's door
where two lost spirits join as one.
Composing a true lover's score
this duet’s journey's just begun.
Copyright © Ron VanHooser | Year Posted 2021
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Body and Mind give way to the Heart and Soul.
They let the emotions take over yet remain in control.
Passion and sentiment now replace logic and reason.
Interchanging ever so slightly- as if from season to season.
Feelings flow freely, replacing all thought.
Emotions running wild without fear of being fought.
The Mind sits back and takes no part,
letting all decisions be made by the Heart.
And throughout the Body the Soul can now freely flow.
With the Heart now in control the Body can only follow.
As the Soul controls the actions revealing it's glow.
Every decision now based on "I feel" not "I think" or "I know"
Emotions unchecked by the Mind, the Heart's desires continue to grow,
and with the help of the Soul will continue to do so.
The Heart and Soul move slowly but soon control All.
This is what takes place when, in Love we fall.
Copyright © Ron VanHooser | Year Posted 2025
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His fingers flew like hummingbirds
across his old guitar
as he played his wordless melody
in the shadows of the bar.
Suddenly the crowd was still
as every ear tuned in
to hear the song without the words
that sang itself to him.
But someone in the shadows listened
deep within her heart
and heard each silent word
his strings intended to impart.
Then, when the lights came up again
he hushed his old guitar,
and as her misty eyes met his,
he embraced her from afar.
Copyright © Ron VanHooser | Year Posted 2025
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Reddish orange fingers
slowly undress the day,
revealing her true soul
of warm, gentle black.
Night dances with abandon
over my head,
flashing her eyes,
winking at me, laughing.
A glowing crescent mouth
smiles with seduction,
glittering with pleasure,
pleased at my watching.
Copyright © Ron VanHooser | Year Posted 2026
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At the end of the sea and start of the sand
there lies a place; a place where we stand
and watch the sea go from shore to shore
in an endless tide; that for so long before
the grass was tall and the wind was blowing,
has been moving like the sea - the sea; ever flowing.
And the stories of time, though it has no effect;
on this endless sea, it will always reflect,
on its blue surface and from deep below;
those stories of time is what it will show
to those who look - who look and stay
long enough to see Forever beneath that white spray.
Have you seen the blue shores? Have you seen
the endless sea flowing like out of a dream?
I can't say I have; or that I understood
what it was trying to tell me best that it could
while I was standing out there; but still I did try,
as dark clouds came over and covered the sky.
When it rains on the sea, this you should know:
The sea becomes black and the harsh winds blow,
while the waves get larger and much taller too;
it is a frightening sight, frightening for you;
as for me, I was terrified beyond all my words,
as I looked up I saw a flock of birds
flying away, to where - I can't say,
wherever they go when it rains on the sea like today.
And then, seeking cover, I was soon again dry;
and sooner than that out from the dark sky
there came light from the sun, which I greeted
with shouts of joy as the rain retreated.
Back beyond the horizon while the winds dropped
to a breeze, and the great waves stopped
their barrage on the newly-flooded sand,
leaving only a small place for me to stand.
And there I stood until Forever had passed
and I had seen it; then turning at last
back up to the road where civilization lay,
and that's where I walked, and walked away,
from that great sea, that sea ever going
from shore to shore - that sea ever flowing.
Copyright © Ron VanHooser | Year Posted 2025
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I love you for the truth you've helped me see,
and for the loving way you look at me.
I love you for the kindness you have shown;
the comfortable togetherness we've known.
I love you for the songs you made me hear,
the times my troubled heart was wrapped in fear,
bright songs of hope that chased away despair,
and brought a smile I hadn't known was there.
I love you for your laugh, your happy ways,
the joy we've shared, and the fun that's filled our days.
I love you for the pride you make me feel in you,
a woman of strength, and my ideal...
A love that makes me stretch and bloom and grow,
the finest kind of love a heart can know.
Copyright © Ron VanHooser | Year Posted 2026
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All throughout the night
the skies are dark and cold.
The stars, fitful, sparkle bright
for dreamers to behold.
Silent nights are never heard.
Wolves sing to the lonely moon.
Crickets chirp, and the only bird
is the owl that softly croons.
Let us watch stars at nightfall
as they all slowly appear.
From here they seem so small,
they shine so bright and clear.
I'll sing of stars all night long,
until the twilight hour's past.
The waning moon joins my song,
thin, wavering shadows it casts.
The edges of the horizon glow
with a gentle shade of pink.
Soon to light the earth below,
the sun is rising above the brink.
I must wait another day
to see the stars once more.
I must find another way
to leave this ground and soar.
Copyright © Ron VanHooser | Year Posted 2025
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Taking a ride through a valley of dreams,
nothing that you see is all that it seems.
The sun shines on you with a smile on his face,
its a wonderful feeling when you visit this place!
Silver-winged angels escort you as we travel along,
hummingbirds, with tranquility, sing you a song.
Butterflies fly gracefully by with eloquent pace
roses we pass shall paint a smile upon your face!
Serenity overcomes you as the journey proceeds,
nature enchants you, as you recognize her needs.
The beauty is there to enjoy every day of the year,
just open your mind, it will become abundantly clear!
You don't need to dream, just look around.
Everything has beauty, waiting to be found
when you are down, to put a smile on your face.
Open your eyes to the beauty of stars in space!
They shine their light in the dark of night up above,
each one is shining on you and is sending God’s love!
So, wake up the world and let the people shout!
Because love and compassion are what life is all about!
Come along with me, I will take you to a valley of dreams,
where nothing that you see is exactly what it seems.
We travel along a valley, in the glory of heaven above,
stand up together and rejoice in God’s endless love!
Copyright © Ron VanHooser | Year Posted 2025
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I’ll tell a secret just to you,
a fantasy that’s really true.
My bed can fly through time and space.
It takes me to every happy place.
In darkness, I but close my eyes,
and soon we’re flying through the skies.
We’ve neared the sun and felt its heat;
I’ve walked the moon with dusty feet.
We sometimes race among the stars,
escape to Mercury and Mars.
I’ve floated high in Saturn’s rings,
where fairies go to earn their wings.
Though I’m a child, I have belief
my bed will never cause me grief.
It lets me stroll with friendly Pooh;
in Oz I’ve played with Toto too.
I once saw Dinah blow her horn,
rode bareback on a unicorn.
I wore a badge in old Cheyenne,
and pirate-fought with Peter Pan.
My bed at times will change for me
to silver sails upon the sea.
Or even dive beneath the waves
to visit sunken vessels’ graves.
King Neptune there has shown emotion,
Caring for his private ocean,
Teaching fish they shouldn’t bite
at every dangling sweet delight.
When morning comes, before I wake,
my bed must know the route to take,
and know the time, I so assume,
to settle back inside my room.
It really happens, true and right,
distinct and normal every night.
You know my bed’s a magic spell,
but you must promise not to tell.
Copyright © Ron VanHooser | Year Posted 2025
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