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Levels
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Speak diligently, strive hard
Seeking to find
Higher truths, awareness levels…
Always use your mind.
First level, fresh mind,
Everything new, white as chalk.
Learned to speak, began to think,
Slowly learned to walk.
Second Level, awkward years,
Body strong, learning right from wrong.
Having fun, wild free years,
Lackadaisical attitude, trying to belong.
Third Level, maturity, responsibilities,
Striving to fulfill our dreams,
Different places, varied faces,
Drowning in waterless streams.
Fourth Level, yearning yet stable,
Successful, empty, desire burning.
Appreciation of art, beauty, humanity,
Thoughts always churning.
Fifth Level, consciousness abides.
A foreboding feeling,
Something surely missing,
Emptiness, realization stealing.
Sixth Level, words like stone,
Deep impressions stand alone.
A deep, soft voice says, “Welcome,”
Chill inside my bones.
Seventh Level, deep voice, all-wise,
Henceforth and upwards is paradise,
Length, depth and breadth,
Measured with cubic rod.
Speak with praise forevermore,
Wrapped in Love,
Praise His Holy name for
You now speak with GOD!
Betwixt and Between
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Betwixt and between,
Not here, nor there;
Betwixt and between
Existing somewhere.
Omniscient, invisible and
Transparent it seems,
Clinging ever so tenaciously,
Betwixt and between.
Although it can’t be touched,
Nor tasted nor seen,
Doesn’t mean it’s not there,
Betwixt and between.
Search the universe diligently
For mysteries so keen;
Efforts might be rewarded by
A fleeting glimpse of betwixt and between.
Taking a Chance
This poem is from Autumn Leaves:
Life is like a flower garland,
Held close by those who dare
To flow in kindred spirit
With the risk to share.
Listening to life’s sweet music
Inside, on the inner ear,
Flowing with a greater force
That trumpets ever clear.
Words can’t and don’t
Ever hold them bound.
Deep inside, where Love abides,
They hear only spiritual sound.
Lucky those who grasp this thought,
Its essence foremost in mind.
Through their days of treadmill race,
They conquer each daily grind.
America
This poem is in Autumn Leaves:
There! Do you see it? Is it still there?
A bright ray of light that splits the dark clouds of despair…
A ray of light brightly shining forth
Through the dark gloom of ignorance…
A ray of light bravely illuminating
And piercing the haze of hunger.
What is this light made of?
Where does it come from?
This bright brave light is composed of
Invisible substances called love,
Hope, dreams, tolerance and freedom.
It emanated from a piece of earth called America,
Conducted by a God-fearing people
Who left the darkness and live in the light.
This bright light cannot be extinguished
Because, once seen or heard of,
Shines into the hearts and minds of the tired,
Hungry and opposed people of the world.
Do you see it? Yes! Yes!
Thank God, it’s still there!
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