a poem

TO BE OR NOT TO BE
THAT “IS” THE QUESTION


In the moment we were there
The world changed
Just a little bit
Or did it
The more things change
The more they are the same
People still die
Murder or indifference
It matters not
Think about it
I do, all the time
That unless we change
From deep within ourselves
Remove the vicious animal
Become the caring people
That we think we are now
Why, did you think
That you or I were already there
Not a chance
It is that kind of thinking, though
That helps to condemn us
To our animal past
I for one, and more all the time
Wish to change this world
To something beautiful
To something that will last
Beyond the hundred years
We might be in danger of now
It is possible
But people, governments
And oh yes, business
Must stop and think
About what they are doing
To their lives and our world
Or else.
David carr April 1, 2009

MY POEM IS YOUR POEM
D.C. November 20, 2008

Yes, the poems seem small, but what
You thought your own so big
Guess what, we all sang our own song
We are all small
Only as big as the good we can do
No, hate and fear don’t count
Why??? Why you say??? Why
Look around you with opened eyes
Dare you now say ‘why’
Within the small may be hidden….greatness
Even the smallest part of life
Our life, yours and mine
Counts by the ripples it makes
The ripples become the wave
The wave is life
Do we crash and disappear
Or do we lessen our loads
Sail into a future where we can smile
Where a song blesses each day.

ETERNITY IS FOREVER
November 20, 2008

The joke is on us all
This life
For we live to another’s song
We die to another’s song
The song grows dim
Even for those shadows
Who make up the songs
For their own amusement
You felt you’d live forever, hah
We need your guidance for what
Anyone can raise a bow, a gun
To kill or be killed is your game
I will play in it no more
A curse to those who aim our lives
To destruction
May you know eternally
What we have known in this life
Then you will have regrets
But eternity is forever.

LIVE
D.C. November 20, 2008



I will live til I die
But die is closer
So the time I didn’t have
To save an older me
From family pain
I did not see
Could not see, but you must
The world we know
Is dying now, the end
Unless love be the center
About which we build our lives
Love may be a silly word
But then, hate must be a joke
For in the end, all die
It is time for all
To live.

A SONG, A WISH, A PRAYER

D.C. November 20, 2008

I am here my children
What
I didn’t meet your wishes
Possibly
But I had to live too
There
I know its hard to believe
But
I had no guidelines
Then
Now, when much too late
Perhaps
I could do a better job of it
Anger
Let go, it only taints your world
Live
Add a portion of love to the world
Please
Leave that love for the sake of all
There
I have had my say.

the title is

MY SONG

created November 20, 2008

I have no song to sing
I paint no scenery
No
I am alone
No family to come close
But I rise and see
That they are not life to me
No
For what I have
I have searched for long and hard
I have the scars on my heart
To prove what I say
Look close, what do you see
If you see more than me
Look again
I am that I am, and that is me.

from recent interview I heard

[thoughts on a recent interview with a possible
presidential candidate]


BECAUSE SHE WON'T BE


Look you to the north
Look you to the south
Dig that pit extra deep
Inexperience to rip
Rend your and my heart

Crawl you left
Crawl you right
A little lady will try
Will hold the world together
Well, she might

A babe in the woods
A chick in the treetops
Seeking that high spot
God, no, god, no, oh God
Can this be the end of us

[Methinks, Horatio, that
Thou protest too much]
(borrowed words of course)
So let her do it
She'd better have an in
God best be the answer

Would that innocence might tell
Go in ignorance where angels
Fear to tread, no guile you think
Listen to her words, I fear
What she does not yet say.

……………………………………………..

on all four sites, but so very true

and beautiful too, in this scene

many languages

first love

AH, SWEET MEMORIES

OF SHARON


Most unusual for me
Sweet memories, you see
A love so very sweet
In my heart and soul did meet
But never in this world of ours
A memory land, mine, not ours
I loved a lassie so very dear
But what does that mean
At a mere twelve years
More than fifty years have passed
I remember her still
Yes, and still so dear
I had worked with her father
Read to a class of her brother's
Yet we would never know
Each others touch
She now a sweet memory
A piper she was in those bygone days
I had proof, hanging at the head
Of my bed
Dressed in her regalia
A sweet rose was Sharon
Sweetest of sweet memories.

perspectives

ON SEEING MY WORLD


My sight was changing
My mind was changing
Wah, indeed, my whole world
Was changing rapidly
For I no longer saw
As I had seen before
I no longer felt
As I had felt before
I knew that a new depth
Had been added to me
When I met groups of people
When I saw a herd of deer
When I was immersed
In fields of flowers
I no longer saw ‘just’ the group
I no longer saw ‘just’ the herd of deer
‘Saw’ the green and smelled the aromas
Within the depths of the field
I saw each individual part
The little differences
That made ‘all’ the difference
The members of a group
And all the differences they represented
Listening not to noise any longer
But to a symphony of sound
Leaf, grass, and insect
With a tremendous choir
Of all manner of bird and the squirrel
Ah, what a wonderful orchestra
I realized that I now saw the pieces
That made up my ‘whole’ of the moment
I now knew that it was little differences
That made ‘the’ difference
In all that the world was
Yes, and indeed, what it ‘could’ be
It allowed subtle change
To grow from within the whole
If men the world around
Could only begin to see
How important we all are
To every other one of us
Oh, yes, and to the world we live in
The future of it all
That friends of all races
Could see the changes in me
See and sense that which I was becoming
Oh, so much more than I had been
Many
Caught up in their lives
Caught in the traps of the world
Could not understand
What was happening to me
For we follow many paths
But truth of who we are
Transcends all prejudice and false teaching
Some might be afraid
That what I ‘had’
Might be catching
‘As if it were a disease’
Perhaps they are content
In their walled up spaces
Safe, ‘at least for the moment’
Ah, well
I wish them all the very best in life
Their lives will all unfold
As it was meant to
I hope they have a chance to see
A little of what I have seen
The great giver of life
Does not abandon his children
Even when they are foolish
No more than help
When they only express spite.

IF YOU ONLY KNEW

My own kiddies feel hard done by
With all that dad did not know
What he did not share
But while they are moaning
Cursing their fate, me
But a sudden chuckle
If only they could know
What their lives might have been
If I had learned all the lessons
My mother stabbed me with
The silence from my father
Cursed with a kin
Who would not mix with me
Abused by one or more
Oh my little kiddies
If only you could know
The hell that was my youth
Then perhaps you might shout
[for joy]
At what you did not learn
Did not feel
You had someone who cared
I had someone who sent money
Which is better
[although you already know your answer].

in the beginning

my beginning

still me, so [haha]watch out

CRY??? WHY???

Every one of us has history
If alive, you have it too
It is not a rare thing
To have a lot of pain in yours
Nor in mine
A lot of pain from childhood
Rage from then until.......
My worktime is done
No, I won't sit in the sun
My grape is now a raisin
Vision not the eagle's
Strength not of bear or wolf
But still I sit, here I am
The product of all that went before
Is that good or bad................
Neither good nor bad at all
It simply is........as am I.

dedicated to Red Skelton

LIFES PASSAGES

In the moment you were there
The world changed

Just a little bit
In that second or two

But how much really
Because you were there

Each moment we live
We pass
Smile, talk to or listen
To people

What did they do for us
And we for them

We may never know, except
In that which faces us

A smile to a look
Of desperation

A kind word
To one who hates the world

An ear for one on whose shoulders
Rests that world

Yes

In the moment you were there
The world changed just a little bit

Thank you for
Being there for me

The moment changed
Just a little

The result
A brand new me.

WE ALL KNOW

Each day is a new day
If we just let it be so
If we let yesterdays go
Begin again with the dawn

Tainted eyes see the grime
Left over from yesterday
And then sit and say, “oh my”
Eyes blinded to all that is

The true word ever says
In the beginning was God
So smile at the rising sun
Give thanks for the bright new dawn

As morning air is so sweet
With a little taste of dew
So is our Everyday so
If the past, we just let go

Those afraid of a change
Will yet try to put you down
So sympathize with their loss
But stay open to all that is

The flower that just bloomed
Mating robins in the trees
Nature’s new blanket of green
Buzzing insect harmony

Yes, the world can be great
If we just let it be so
If we let yesterdays go
Begin again with the dawn

Tainted eyes see the crimes
Of youth in their rebellion
Yet fail to see open minds
To all that is wrong today

Or hear their anguish so
At the wrongs that burn them deep
As they seek to change what is
To all that it could be
Oh, if we hope to live
Our world continue to be
Then give credit to their screams
So they can live out their dreams

Not they, but we must fight
To yet start to put things right
They can finish what we start
If we but give them the tools

Not one alone, but all
Must begin to put things right
So tomorrow’s not the same
As the grime which was yesterday.