We feel your pain,
We know your sorrow,
But to live only for today,
Denies us your tomorrow.
Your wounds run deep,
We cannot imagine,
Our minds naïve,
Such oppressive burden.
But we are those who love you,
We pledge our troth ever true,
To stand in honor of you,
Your strength to help renew.
Let not those who assail you,
Deny you life befitting,
Rise above their cowardice,
Stand tall and unremitting.
Each day call out our names,
Send forth pure white dove,
For each tomorrow will be better,
Rejoicing in our love.
Spring
Lost in the Forest
Would forest creatures, big and small,
Not exactly related to humans at all,
Freely impart wisdom to prevent man’s fall?
Have we creatures denied past,
Seeking only to make our lives last,
While defeating purpose our dies we cast?
Did once our time as gods be lost,
Immortality gone; our spirits did exhaust,
Future generations ever to know cost?
Time not gone, we can overcome,
For among the stars, still shines our sun,
Once we acknowledge harm may be undone.
Awaken your spirits, learn from our earth,
Wisdom and skills needed, our minds new worth,
Lest mistakes of the past prevent rebirth.
Take only what’s needed, share all that you gain,
Give to our Mother, that which is best to retain,
Respect Her wisdom, if you wish to remain.
Emergence
At winter’s end, comes awakening call,
Arise, arise, friends and all.
Tis time to stir, to shake out mist,
Your faces blurred from season’s kiss.
Reach out your arms, to grasp the light,
Your bodies to strengthen, renew their might.
Let hands present, your fingers splay,
Stand tall, in splendor to salute the day.
Your arrival conceived, rebirth in mind,
First of season, your status defined.
With grace and poise, aligned at will
Emerge to us, treasured Daffodil.
Song of the Sunset Hawk
Soothing spring breeze,
Sweet kiss of magnolia adrift,
Muted colors of night descend,
Day yields to dreams of tomorrow.
Storm abates, cleansing, a mind dispels,
All thought of emptiness filled,
Yesterday now gone,
Repossessing its sorrow.
Midst forest sentinels, a way,
Rose pedals ‘neath unshod foot,
Gilt path traverses still water,
Moon bids Sun adieu.
Against lunar pale, silhouette soars,
Nature’s melody, lilt in the night
Vision of bright future, seen through Hawk eye
For love ever true, is what I seek for you.
A New Tomorrow
Our fathers died, to free the land
From royal rule and unjust hand
Their blood to water Freedom’s tree.
Their sons did rise, to claim the fore,
Daughters strong, generations they bore
New battles fought, peace seldom free.
In time united, a nation did rise
A people flawed was freedom’s prize
Yet in their fervor, a truth does deny.
As a nation grew new royals arose
Constitution once power endures painful throes,
Will Freedom’s bonds soon die?
Corruptors of truth, who sought to lead
Twas cruel jest they played on those in need
Tomorrow’s today to be yesterday’s pain.
Came forth a man, no king be he
Brash and bold, he bent not his knee
He cast challenge in words many thought vain
No poet be he, this true son of the land
He set to the burden, his promises in hand
To meet false Lords of the nation, who defied his exception
They attacked with blunt arrows, demanding his prize
Yet thinking him fool, they blinded their eyes
But true to his promise, he saw through their deception.
Day by day to do battle, his goals to set right
Each foray he makes brings their treason to light.
Sins of the royals, no longer lay hidden.
To stand with our leader as imperfect as me
Hard tasked with challenge, our battles to be free
To win a united America once harshly forbidden.
Make America Strong Again.
In this age of denial,
Sanity itself is on trial.
Long ruled by deceit,
Moral bonds corrupted by conceit.
Our days pursuing right,
Dark nights in woeful plight.
Age of logic lost,
Defied reason, mortal the cost.
New age soon to begin,
For some cause of chagrin.
But wisdom cries out,
Challenge your doubt.
New bridges to be spanned.
For united we will stand.
Resist all the hate,
Pass thru the new gate.
America will be stronger.
Spring
Jonquil neath snow awakes,
Green swords challenge the sky,
Sleep not eternal.
On silver stems,
Buds swell.
The first.
Robin, heavy with promise,
A rush to build,
Impatient arrivals await.
Sounds,
So soft, so sweet,
Emerges the future of the forest.
Farewell northern gales,
Fair winds caress,
Renewal begins.
It is spring.
