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Tribulation
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Days of turbulence, tempest tossed,
Ability to think, reason, logic lost.
No peace, wars, unfounded fears,
Hunger abounds, homeless, flowing tears.
Scripture disregarded, rights ignored,
Pervasive living, greed, joy ignored.
Foretold from ancient past, no attention paid,
Foundations crumbling, destructive path all laid.
Continue onward then, soul closed to light,
Ignore the homeless, hungry masses, struggling in life’s fight.
Close eyes and ears in ignorance, ignore the coming shock.
Look not for the Good Shepherd, coming for His flock.
My Dream
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
I dreamt of hunting buffalo
And long grass shimmering in the sun.
I saw cold, crystal clear mountain streams,
With its banks bordered by wild flowers.
Away up high, almost a speck against the light blue sky,
A bald eagle surveys his realm.
Although it’s spring time in my dream,
The distant, hazy, purple mountains
Still wear their caps of white.
The air is clean and fresh
And filled with the smell of growing things.
The white-trunked aspens
Keep sentinel in their quiet beauty.
Life is simple but hard.
Man fulfilled his dreams by the strength of his hand,
Sweat from his brow, and cunning of his mind.
He became one with his surroundings.
The world was sustained by natural order,
And it was good.
When I awoke,
I realized that I’m but a dinosaur
Transplanted into a modern time and world.
Innate Tenacity
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Beautiful silver kings from ocean depths,
Trying to fulfill your dreams,
Battling white water currents
Over obstacles in the streams.
What trials upstream await you,
Hearkening Nature’s call?
You splash and crash over gravel and rock,
Straining to reach the falls.
Man’s net catches and thwarts you;
Bears struggle to make of you a meal.
Still upstream you strive, caught in the throes
Of Nature’s relentless peal.
Urgency of regeneration makes you
Oblivious to outside sensation.
Instinct to spawn, twilight or dawn
Propels you forward to your destination.
Simplicity
This thought comes from Autumn Leaves:
We have become so sophisticated that we bore
Ourselves and others around us.
We cannot find the pathway back to simplicity
Which frees our mind.
Could we find the path, we could laugh at simple jokes
And enjoy simple but pleasant times.
Rainbows and Waterfalls
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Stillness broken only by water sounds,
Cascading against the rock.
Time seems to linger here
As God’s watery finger turns back the clock.
I sit in awe at such magnificent wonder…
A rainbow adorns rising spray.
In my mind, as clear as chimes,
Haunting Indian flute notes linger far away.
An invisible hand, long before man,
Has carved and painted this land.
Man was then formed and given birth
To enjoy rainbows and waterfalls on Mother Earth.
White Water
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Mighty canyon river coursing through
Millions of years of life.
You are truly a highway through the
Rugged wilderness.
Your quiet stretches of tranquil water
Soothes my nerves and is tonic to my mind.
Your white water turbulence excites me
And offers me its cold spray challenge.
Aquatic life inside you offers
Boundless pleasure to my hand and palate.
Teeming life along your shores
Bring beauty to tired eyes.
Though I don’t see you often enough,
You’re never far from my mind.
Of all man’s known treasures,
You are cherished above all.
When I’m gone, you’ll still be there
For all to come and see.
This thought gives me pleasure.
Maybe you’ll find more friends like you and me.
Remember When
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
The way we were blends
Into the way we are.
The way we are
Becomes the way we were.
The way we were becomes
“Remember when?” And
In each other’s eyes
We’ll be young again!
I Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda
This thought comes from Autumn Leaves:
I Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda
And a horse named Opportunity
Gallops off into the sunset
Carrying an empty saddle!
Artist
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Paint with strokes of love,
Brush warmth of summer sun,
Birds fluttering all about,
And clear, blue skies above.
Paint happy trees, merry streams,
Stroke in children’s laughter,
Happy dogs and cats,
Lemon light of drowsy dreams.
Stroke in cool, green grass,
Quiet, existing limpid pools,
Browns of a robust mountain;
Blend them like sands in an hourglass.
Paint no sadness on life’s canvas,
Her presence already abounds;
Life is loaded with her morass,
So…just paint in happy sounds.
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