REALITY AND PERCEPTION

A concept is but a concept,
Existing only in the mind.
All of these words are thoughts
Belonging to the human kind.

Objects exist in empty space.
Without eyes, there can be no sight.
The real world which we call nature,
Does contain no wrong or right.

Reality has many forms,
Many more than we can perceive.
All we know is what we know
As the words which we conceive.

GOD AND DEVIL

Good people have at their core,
Standards to be held on high.
A religion can be nothing more
Than a set of rules to live by.

Only the insane are truly atheistic,
Or agnostic and without any rules.
We all must strive to be realistic.
Those without any rules are fools.

Remove an O from the word GOOD.
Add a D to EVIL, it spells DEVIL.
GOD can then be fully understood,
And religion becomes on the level.

God and Devil are Right and Wrong,
Philosophical symbols in the mind.
Only good people will ever belong
To the Universal Church of the Kind.

WILLIAM BLAKE

In another lifetime
I was William Blake
When I saw his work
That was my take

He wrote about love
And the human heart
I thought I was him
Right from the start

He wrote about London
Tiger burning bright
His influence looms
In whatever I write

He wrote about life
The human abstract
I hope I was him
I hope it is fact

I flatter myself
To think I was him
Deep down I know
The chances are slim

His mystical presence
Burns like a fire
To be like him
Is to what I aspire

(Published by The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal February 11, 2018)

MY FRESH AIR

As I wake up each morning
I breathe in my fresh air
I remember you are with me
I love that you are there

Whenever I think about you
It takes my breath away
I breathe a little easier
To know you’re here to stay

So breathe on me my lady
And love me if you can
Your love leaves me breathless
I’m your ever lovin’ man

You are like a precious stone
So rare beyond compare
Loving you is as easy
As breathing my fresh air

BOOK OF LIFE

Ever notice how time goes by?
The clock on the wall goes “Bong!”
Just like a bird, the time does fly;
Like an army, it marches along.

The leaves on trees tumble and fall,
The wind blows across tall grass.
Life is short, does it matter at all?
We are born to live ’til we pass.

Passage of time is incremental.
Step by step, we grow and age.
As memories can be sentimental,
Every day we turn a new page.

Our lives develop like a book,
With chapters and twisting plots.
Stories change each time we look,
Our emotions tied up in knots.

At last, our bodies will expire,
Physical death comes on us fast.
Buried, entombed, consumed by fire,
As the future becomes the past.

Our journeys will take many turns,
As the road goes around the bend.
When a lifetime crashes and burns,
The Book of Life comes to an end.

RELIGION QUESTION

Christians and Muslims all agree,
There will be a judgment day.
If I could ever talk to their God,
Here is one thing I might say:

“In case we do not pass your test,
In the course of the human race;
If we could fail and burn in hell,
Why create us in the first place?”

A DAY IN MY LIFE: A SONNET

For breakfast I have a cup of tea,
And a little granola to satisfy me.
For lunch I may have a piece of fruit,
Or maybe a carrot, or some other root.
My dinner depends upon my wife;
Whatever she cooks sustains my life.
When morning comes I am still asleep,
Lost in dreams and in slumber so deep.
It is in the afternoon I start my day,
Thinking about what I may have to say.
I contemplate what it is I might write.
Most of my writing is done at night.
One thing always does come to mind,
Whatever may happen, please be kind.

(Published by Lone Stars Poetry Magazine December 2016)

MY DEAR COUNTRY

My dear country, I fear for you
My heart and soul are near to you
The land of the free and of my birth
The last frontier, here upon the earth

(Published by The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal August 2016)

COME AND GONE

Here inside the doldrums
Of inhumane humanity,
So many wretched problems,
The only refuge insanity.

Millions of years of torment,
Drifting by as only a day,
Gone away in a mere moment,
All talk and nothing to say.

Nothing new under the sun,
As was written long ago.
Stars burn out and are done.
The planets come and go.

Soon mankind will not exist.
The heartache will be gone.
What remains shall persist
To seek a brand new dawn.

THE GREAT BEYOND

Beyond all comprehension
Beyond all death and birth
Beyond all our perception
Beyond the sun and earth

Beyond the bird that sings
Beyond the wind that blows
Beyond all earthly things
Beyond all anyone knows

Beyond the weeks and days
Beyond the months and years
Beyond all our evil ways
Beyond all thoughts and fears

Beyond all walls and limits
Beyond all leaps and bounds
Beyond all hours and minutes
Beyond all sights and sounds

Beyond seeds we have sewn
Beyond what is seen or heard
Beyond what has been grown
Beyond every human word

Beyond what we perceive
Beyond all which is shown
Beyond what we believe
Beyond all which is known