Just a few of my poems, I hope you enjoy them.
Native American Commandments.
Great Spirit,
give us heart to understand;
never to take from creations beauty more than we give;
never to destroy wantonly for the furtherance of greed;
never to deny to give our hands for the building of earth's beauty;
never to take from her what we cannot use.
Great Spirit,
give us hearts to understand;
that to destroy earth's music is to create confusion;
that to wreck her appearance is to blind us to beauty;
that to callously pollute her fragrance is to make a house of stench;
that as we care for her she will care for us.
We have forgotton who we are.
We have sort only our own security.
We have exploited simply for our own ends.
We have distorted our knowledge.
We have abused our power.
Great Spirit,
whose dry lands thirst,
help us to find the way to refresh your lands.
Great Spirit,
whose waters are choked with debris and pollution,
help us to find the way to cleanse your waters.
Great Spirit,
whose beautiful earth grows ugly with misuse,
help us to find a way to restore beauty to your handiwork.
Great Spirit,
whose creatures are being destroyed,
help us to find a way to replenish them.
Great Spirit,
whose gifts to us are being lost in selfishness and corruption,
help us to find a way to restore our humanity.
Passing Friend.
My loving friend died today, so quietly
And peacefully she slipped away
To a New World we cannot see or know,
But can imagine from long ago.
I told her of the friends she would meet
Relatives and lost loves to great,
A reunion of all that she treasured
A spiritual love that can’t be measured.
Of purple mountains and valleys
Of differing shades of green,
Flowers of unbelievable fragrance
And colours, a wonderful scene.
Crystal clear rivers, oceans and streams,
Sparkling with a new life that’s never
Been seen, and shimmering rainbow
Fountains. Oh! It’s good to be free.
A place where trees stand tall
And strong, and birds sing sweet
In unison and white doves add
A touch of peace and love.
Children play with animals here
Waiting for us all without fear,
Domestic pets and wild ones too
Wonders for the very few.
I told her blessings are all around,
Just think nice things and you will find
A friend to help, ever so kind,
In your New World you have found.
Guardian Angels are truly there, perhaps
Not with wings but they surely care,
Taking your hand and showing the way
Forward and onwards where you will stay.
Time moves on, we can never be sure,
I hope I am right and it’s not far to go,
If there’s a way she will let me know,
I hope she will come back and say hello.
Pillow Talk.
An elderly couple lay in bed one night
And talked of all the things unseen,
Of death I mean.
She said to him. “Will you still love
me when you’ve gone?”
He said. “But of course my dear,
with this old body gone
we’ll have some fun. I’ll come along
and slip beside you in our bed,
and play a loving tune with you,
remember dear?
Will you still love me when you
have gone?” He asked.
She replied. “But of course my dear.
I will slip beside you in our bed
and whisper in your ear and tell
you how to make a cup of tea,
you know, the mundane things,
remember dear?”
In Other Times.
A girl and a boy go back in time
To tell a tale of things that
Were and should be made to see
A moment deep within of memories
To recall.
Sat by a babbling brook she said…
Be still you’re mine, I see, recall
Forever to be one, as past life
Promises given to the few
To walk and hold your hand.
The boy responds to talk of all
That’s new, two souls so old
And yet so young and small,
A giant step in time and space:
Forgotten love.
Stepping-stones across the little
Stream, they balance all reflections
As water images call of breaking
Ground and moving on in thought
Of times to come.
Timeless travellers of undying love
They find their way within
The labyrinth, paths of unspoken
Mystical pleasures of truth
And splendour.
Gazing deep within each other’s eyes
They smile, those knowing pictures
Set in colour to view at any time
A comfort there to dwell, to hold
And bring to life.
Intake of breath, a sigh, a lingering kiss,
They grasp each others hand, a knowing
Squeeze that speaks of mountain peaks
When each will meet again once more
In summit dreams.
What a Star.
Mother why did you have to grow old?
Once you were vibrant, beautiful too,
And crosswords were easy to do.
I remember how you used to paint
And draw.
You quoted Shakespeare off by heart
‘Midsummer nights dream’, and more,
You taught us how to act, encore.
I remember how you set the stage,
Directors chair, part one. What a star.
Oh! How we used to enjoy ourselves.
We jived all night, no time to talk,
You danced so much you couldn’t walk.
I remember how we hobbled home,
Stiletto’s never worn.
How you changed it wasn’t fair.
I looked deep within those old blue eyes,
And tried to find that love, once alive.
But I could only see in its place, a blank
Expression on your face.
Where did you go in your safe world?
With lovers you kissed or even missed,
Far away in a heavenly place, what bliss.
Never mind; we all love you lots.
You’ve been released and now at rest.
You’re probably standing here right now
Watching and caring and shouting ‘Wow!
‘Rejoice don’t cry I’m still alive and well.
No ill, no pain. I’m in a world of wondrous
Joy with lots of love and light; my fill.’
I love you all.
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