Laureen
Pretty and wise my Laureen be
Her realm a verdant Cedar Glen
She yearns a kingdom by the sea
A place she ruled way back when
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Until Now...
Until now, thought I’d never live to see
The steady growth of yonder cedar tree
Growing up, we moved quite frequently
Establishing roots is new to me...
(Thanks Laureen for our Cedar Haven nest)
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poem by Ray Lucero
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The Kingdom
Now we are come to our Kingdom,
And the State is thus and thus;
Our legions wait at the Palace gate—
Little it profits us.
Now we are come to our Kingdom!
Now we are come to our Kingdom,
And the Crown is ours to take—
With a naked sword at the Council board,
And under the throne the snake.
Now we are come to our Kingdom !
Now we are come to our Kingdom,
And the Realm is ours by right,
With shame and fear for our daily cheer,
And heaviness at night.
Now we are come to our Kingdom !
Now we are come to our Kingdom,
But my love's eyelids fall.
All that I wrought for, all that I fought for,
Delight her nothing at all.
My crown is of withered leaves,
For she sits in the dust and grieves.
Now we are come to our Kingdom !
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Rainforest
(Sonnet To Tree Lovers)
How beautiful this place, we named “Cedar Haven”
Nestled in the foothills, on west slope of Mt Hood
A place inhabited by bear, deer, coyote and raven
A place where stands of old growth fir once stood
Should rain, wind or flood, dare come our way
Towering cedar trees surround, protect this land
Silent giants shade below, as happy children play
Come and gone, a hundred generations spanned
Rainforest undisturbed, forever does renew
Contributing to Earth’s health and balance
Reaching for the Sun, through skies of blue
Filters air we breathe, then oxygen enhanced
Protect forest land; take not trees for granted
Rewards abound for every seedling planted
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poem by Ray Lucero
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The Wren
It was a quiet morning;
As usual my wife Laureen opened the front door (leaving it open wide) in hopes that the cat would follow her out. (Little did she know that a small intruder had flown in through the open door.) After retrieving the morning newspaper, with coffee mug full of steaming coffee Laureen settled into
her morning ritual, with "Neferkitti" (our cat) snuggled on the bar stool next to her.
Suddenly there was a flutter and thump as a tiny wren flew into a window in the dining room.
The bird fell to the floor momentarily stunned. Taking advantage of the moment, with great speed and agility Neferkitti pounced on the helpless bird. Mouthing the bird softly, she presented her catch to her master. Horrified Laureen admonished the cat, screaming "Let her go". With great reluctance the cat dropped the bird on the floor. After a few moments the bird flew up to a tall cabinet, where she landed to assess her predicament.
At this time I was laying in bed reading, when I heard Laureen shout loudly "Ray get in here there is a bird in the house'. I slipped on a shirt, grabbed my glasses, and walked in just as the bird took flight and landed on the rail leading to my upstairs office. Walking up the stairs slowly I reached for the perched bird who quickly flew back down to the family room. Not seeing where she landed I searched the room. Suddenly she flew into a large picture window in the family room. The confused bird sat on the sill looking out of the window. I approached the bird, who made no attempt to fly off. I reached down, and with cupped hands gently picked up the traumatized bird. She chirped once and settled into my warm hands.
Making my way to the sliding door that leads to the outside deck I stepped out and opened my hands to release the bird. Gripping the index finger of my right hand she was reluctant to fly. I stood there, and time froze.
Our eyes met, and I felt the impact of what was happening;
From the wren's perspective here stood a god-like giant with the power of life and death over her. From my perspective there perched on a single finger was a tiny creature who I could crush with hardly any effort. In that brief moment we were both experienced the miracle, diversity and fragile nature of life.
"All creatures great and small"
Walking over to a bench on the deck and with palm up I waited for the bird to step off onto the safety of the bench and freedom. She gripped even more tightly, as if she'd found safety in my hands. With my left hand I gently coaxed her off my right hand onto the bench, where she stood looking around. She made no effort to fly away, so I went back through the door, closed it and stood watching, hoping that she was not seriously injured.
While walking up the stairs to my office I heard Laureen (who'd been watching) exclaim loudly;
"She just flew away"!
Gratified...I went up to my office to write an account of this magical and humbling event.
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Closeness
Beloved, our closeness is this;
Anywhere you place your foot,
Feel my firmness beneath you
I want to be where your bare feet walk
Perhaps before you step,
You will look at the ground
I want that blessing
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I Dreamt Of You Last Night
Beloved! I dreamt of you last night,
Where I saw you frolic in a grassy glen
Alas, all too soon my soul took flight
Now awakened I write with cyber-pen
Are dreams as real as they seem?
Are we but bodiless spirits freed?
Where events can be subtle or extreme?
Questions begging answers I concede!
Today let us make a solemn pact
To meet in dreamland come night
Where reality plays with the abstract
Where Infinity magnifies the finite
Soaring high the Face of God we'll see;
His Hand will surely touch us…Lovingly
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poem by Ray Lucero
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If I Ruled The World
If I ruled the world,
many changes I would make.
It would be required
that happiness shone
from everyone’s eyes,
not hate or oppression.
If I ruled the world,
I would require
everyone to love each other
as a sister or a brother
and care for those suffering
from the pains of illness.
If I ruled the world,
I would want it to be
a happier and more loving place
of lasting peace.
There would be no wars,
no hurt in anyone’s life.
Life would be long
and held with respect.
If I ruled the world
this is what I would require,
but sadly I do not
and my dreams are just dreams
of a place we call tranquillity.
However, if I ruled the world
I would try to make tranquillity
into our own reality.
I February 2010
poem by David Harris
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Arianna, Nature's Queen
She sits upon a wooden throne
neath giant trees of cedar
Fairies, gnomes 'n pixies
from afar come to greet her
Laying gifts-a-many
at her feet
She rises gently
from her seat
Standing regal
with charm 'n grace
A golden halo rings
her pretty face
With voice more gentle
than summer's breath
She shares the mysteries
of life and death
She speaks of wonders
great 'n small
And of God's Love
for one and all
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Urara
Euroka, go over the tops of the hill,
For the ~Death-clouds~ have passed us to-day,
And we'll cry in the dark for the foot-falls still,
And the tracks which are fading away!
Let them yell to their lubras, the Bulginbah dogs,
And say how our brothers were slain,
We shall wipe out our grief in the blood of their chief,
And twenty more dead on the plain -
On the blood-spattered spurs of the plain!
But the low winds sigh,
And the dead leaves fly,
Where our warriors lie,
In the dingoes' den - in the white-cedar glen
On the banks of the gloomy Urara!
Urara! Urara!
On the banks of the gloomy Urara!
The Wallaroos grope through the tufts of the grass,
And crawl to their coverts for fear;
But we'll sit in the ashes and let them pass
Where the boomerangs sleep with the spear!
Oh! our hearts will be lonely and low to-night
When we think of the hunts of yore;
And the foes that we sought, and the fights which we fought,
With those who will battle no more -
Who will go to the battle no more!
For the dull winds sigh,
And the dead leaves fly,
Where our warriors lie,
In the dingoes' den - in the white-cedar glen
On the banks of the gloomy Urara!
Urara! Urara!
On the banks of the gloomy Urara!
Oh! the gorges and gullies are black with crows,
And they feast on the flesh of the brave;
But the forest is loud with the howls of our foes
For those whom they never can save!
Let us crouch with our faces down to our knees,
And hide in the dark of our hair;
For we will not return where the camp-fires burn,
And see what is smouldering there -
What is smouldering, mouldering there!
Where the sad winds sigh -
The dead leaves fly,
And our warriors lie;
In the dingoes' den - in the white-cedar glen
On the banks of the gloomy Urara!
Urara! Urara!
On the banks of the gloomy Urara!
poem by Henry Kendall
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Meet Me in the Green Glen
Love, meet me in the green glen,
Beside the tall elm-tree,
Where the sweetbriar smells so sweet agen;
There come with me.
Meet me in the green glen.
Meet me at the sunset
Down in the green glen,
Where we've often met
By hawthorn-tree and foxes' den,
Meet me in the green glen.
Meet me in the green glen,
By sweetbriar bushes there;
Meet me by your own sen,
Where the wild thyme blossoms fair.
Meet me in the green glen.
Meet me by the sweetbriar,
By the mole-hill swelling there;
When the west glows like a fire
God's crimson bed is there.
Meet me in the green glen.
poem by John Clare
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Past
Flew with it and it took me alone,
to an unknown place of peace and beauty,
Where everyone shared every happiness of others,
And stood by them in moments of grief,
Where no one begged and no one cried,
Where kids were happy and parents in delight,
Where no one knew the art of cheating,
The men were honest thee women loyal,
The ruler was love the ruled were people,
I wanted to stay and live in that kingdom,
But, It said, 'Let's go back it's not you belong to',
My dream brought me backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
poem by Jahan zaib
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The Ancient Mayans Knew
Mayans knew Earth’s rotation one day would still
When time n’ space would find a proper end
When incarnate evil ate its greedy fill
And the will of man would finally bend
The message Mayans left is carved in stone
That those that followed could plainly see
God shall depose “The Beast” from his throne
Once more, restoring peace n’ harmony
A Host of Angels shall come forth n’ be deployed
To every dark corner of this troubled Earth
Evil empires' that ruled so long shall be destroyed
Earth’s pregnant belly makes ready for another birth
A birth of greater consciousness rejoiced by one n’ all
Countless souls shall then begin to fill,
Heavens’ Great n’ Wondrous Kingdom-Hall
Returned those lost, to the loving respite of God's Will
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“The Mayan calendar is a record of the workings of a universal plan for our world. A plan! Not just war and mayhem, slavery and misuse, chaos and craziness, but a PLAN of growth until we come to recognize our oneness with each other and our Creator. Even if we can’t remember choosing to be born now, we did choose it and we are, therefore, equipped to handle whatever comes our way. We CAN make this transition.”
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Pretty Woman
pretty woman walkin' down the street
Pretty woman, the kind i like to meet
Pretty woman, i don't believe you
You're not the truth
No one could look as good as you
Mercy
Pretty woman, won't you pardon me
Pretty woman, i couldn't help but see
Pretty woman, and you look lovely as can be
Are you lonely just like me
Pretty woman, stop a while
Pretty woman, talk a while
Pretty woman, give your smile to me
Pretty woman, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pretty woman, look my way
Pretty woman, say you'll stay with me
Cause i need you
I'll treat you right
Come with me baby
Be mine tonight
Pretty woman, don't walk on by
Pretty woman, don't make me cry
Pretty woman, don't walk away
Ok
If that's the way it must be, ok
I guess i'll go on home, it's late
There'll be tomorrow night
But wait, what do i see?
Is she walking back to me?
Yeah, she's walking back to me
O-oh
Pretty woman.
song performed by by Bad Company
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A Special Place
I sit in the still quietness of morning;
Eyes closed, cross-legged
Breathing deeply, rhythmically
Random thoughts float by
like so many summer clouds
Brain struggles to replenish but
quickly yields to stillness…
My “Special Place”
That rests between;
Earth and sky,
Moon and sun,
Heaven and hell,
Euphoria and angst,
Courage and cowardice,
Light and dark,
Right and wrong,
A place of safety and peace;
Sanity and reason
Unlimited consciousness
Where true-self dwells
Where all is possible
A special place ruled by a single word…
Love!
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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A Glen Song
There's a green glen in Eirinn,
A green glen in Eirinn!
Do you remember yet, a gradh, the sunshine of that day,
How the the river ran before us, and the fleckless blue hung o'er us,
And against the purple heather gleamed the yellow of the hay?
There's a green glen in Eirinn,
A green glen in Eirinn!
Where on a dew-wet swinging spray brown throstles trilled above,
And the blackbird carolled after in a silver rain of laughter,
And the little linnet piped its song that has no theme but Love.
There's a green glen in Eirinn,
A green glen in Eirinn!
'Twas sweet with you beside me in a world of harvest gold:
The sallaghs made a shadow in a corner of the meadow,
And your eyes were wells of kindness, and my hand lay in your hold.
There's a green glen in Eirinn,
A green glen in Eirinn!
The voice of Spring comes on the winds like cuckoo calling clear
She bids us fare together, nor heed the fitful weather–
And seek in yon green glen the joy that waits our hearts, my Dear.
poem by Anna Johnston MacManus
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Realm of Animals
the animals
they are there
to help the brain
of men evolve
every move
every sound
the divinity means
to open the
mind to another
dimension
of his realm
to exercise it
for greater task ahead
expanding the
leverage of
men's existence
vis a vis the universe
the animals
they come from
the realm of men
take away men
the animal kingdom
would be gone as
soon as the former
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Oh Pretty Woman
Written by Roy Orbison, Bill Bees
Pretty woman, walkin' down the street.
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet,
Pretty woman, I don't believe you.
You're not the truth.
No one could look as good as you.
Mercy
Pretty woman, won't you pardon me.
Pretty woman, I couldn't help but see,
Pretty woman, you look lovely as can be.
Are you lonely just like me?
Kiss me
Pretty woman stop a while.
Pretty woman won't you talk a while.
Pretty woman give your smile to me.
Pretty woman, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Pretty woman, won't you look my way.
Pretty woman, won't you say you'll stay with me.
'Cause I need you, hey I'll treat you right.
Come with me baby, you can be mine tonight.
ahhhhh, ahhhh
Pretty woman, hey don't walk on by.
Pretty woman, don't make me cry.
Pretty woman, don't you walk away, hey! OK.
If that's the way it must be, OK.
I guess I'll go on home, cause it's si late.
There'll be tomorrow night, BUT WAIT!
What do I see?
Is she walking back to me?
Yeah, she's walking back to me!
Wohoo PRETTY WOMAN!
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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pretty In Pink
All decked out on 'Easter Sunday'
She's 'Pretty in pink' it would be said
Back to blouse n' jeans come Monday
Then cleaning house n' baking bread
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Enchanted Glen
The king sat on his lavish throne
and ruled his people all alone,
no queen at his side only an empty chair there.
His would be queen a princess fair
had run off with a tinker from across the square.
The crowd stood a gasp as the tinker
on his white charger rode passed
the princess fair clutched in his arms
smiling face filled with her charms.
They rode into the enchanted glen
and were never seen again.
Sometimes on cold and lonely nights
you can hear the king’s men galloping after them.
They too rode into the enchanted glen
and were never seen again.
All that is heard is their ghostly horses in flight
on cold and lonely nights.
No one rides into the glen no more
to discover the secrets it stores,
those who have tried
like the tinker, princess fair
and the king’s men
where never heard of again.
The enchanted glen remains quiet
with its secrets it will not tell
except the echo of ghostly hoof beats
on cold and lonely nights.
6 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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Pretty Woman
Pretty woman walkin down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman, I dont believe you
Youre not the truth
No one could look as good as you
Mercy
Pretty woman, wont you pardon me
Pretty woman, I couldnt help but see
Pretty woman, and you look lovely as can be
Are you lonely just like me
Pretty woman, stop a while
Pretty woman, talk a while
Pretty woman, give your smile to me
Pretty woman, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pretty woman, look my way
Pretty woman, say youll stay with me
Cause I need you
Ill treat you right
Come with me baby
Be mine tonight
Pretty woman, dont walk on by
Pretty woman, dont make me cry
Pretty woman, dont walk away
Ok
If thats the way it must be, ok
I guess Ill go on home, its late
Therell be tomorrow night
But wait, what do I see?
Is she walking back to me?
Yeah, shes walking back to me
O-oh
Pretty woman.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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