Beyond the Meaning 2015-130

I tell my wife I love her all the time. You would think she would be tired of my doing so. Ha…. Not a chance. Anyhow, saying something and meaning it are two different things. My feelings of love towards her are more than words, more than just a saying. Beyond the meaning of love, means so very much, so very more than just the words “I love you”.

Beyond the Meaning 2015-130

To love a person beyond

The meaning of the word love

Past the words that normal

People say in an intimate way

Stating a depth of feeling

That struggles for infinity

For a closeness so near

That it melds into one

A love not experienced

My many mortal men

Directed toward a woman

At the essence of her aura

To say, “I love You Darling”

In a way not expressed

With a word of this world,

But beyond the meaning of love…

Den Betts

A Man 2015-129

Just how do we feel about those that are not of our kind or looks. It is so easy to be judgmental and turn away from those not like us. We do have much to learn about being more tolerant and forgiving to others that do not appear like us, or are different in many ways, such as faith, color, heritage, location of living, and so many other ways……..

A Man   2015-129

I saw a man as if in a dream,

His hair was long like a once called hippy.

The sandals he wore appeared as old as he,

The smell of sweat was in the air, not clean.

Looks are not true of a man and his beliefs,

But, only are signs of what and how things just are.

Should I criticize the longhaired or bare footed,

Or those that are not like me?

A man died for me once who was like this,

Would I judge him today like he was then?

Do I cast a verdict for those not like me,

The outside looks are not the inside thoughts.

The self-righteous man has much to learn,

From those that walk the ways of life.

Den Betts

Unsafe 2015-128

This is in reality, a depressing poem that I wrote after seeing a stupid criminal incident on TV one night. Living in the country, I do NOT have a feeling of being unsafe, but then again, I am always aware, so in that respect, I am guarded in my environment of life. I feel sad for those that live in areas that are prone to people that do not care, or have learned not to care about others, but that is life itself……….

Unsafe            2015-128

A ride downtown, a trip to see a circus clown

Or overnight to hear a singer of renown

All at jeopardy in this current way of life.

No one really safe in or out of house

 

No true haven amid the turmoil and strife

Aware, aware is the key of survival today

To know where, and what you

Are with living more than just a play.

 

At risk to those that want and have not

Who look at life as nothing they got

Be safe, be sure of who and when

And where you ramble,

 

As life is short and not secure;

So take care it does not unravel

As you travel in the road of life.

Easy to say perhaps, but not to do…..

 

Den Betts

Three Souls Saved 2015-127

 

Three Souls Saved   2015-127

 

The storm created waves like mountains rolling across the sea. It was eerie and scary at the same time. A deep throated horn shrieked its sound letting other possible seafarers know they were not alone and to be aware.

Inside the rusty overworked ship were some passengers that booked their passage on the tramp steamer in Australia bound for a faraway port that seemed too far away now. Three of them sat in their bolted down chairs wondering if they were to see the light of day. Earlier, the Captain came by and told them the seas were getting worse and perhaps they should return to their quarters.

They looked at each other and without words remained seated in what was called the dining area. To get up and venture about while the turbulent waves and crashing bellows of noise from the sky, was not to their liking.

A giant wave enveloped the ship and in an instant, created havoc and turmoil for those inside. For some reason the three men were flung about together and one wished he was tied to the chair instead. Not so, and for that reason he and the others found themselves at an alcove together, by the hatch going outside.

The wave was a freak one and soon the other waves were like they were before, high and dangerous. All three looked at each other and as one, they made a decision. One opened the hatch door and the others followed outside where a life boat station beckoned.

As instructed earlier in the week the boat was soon, unfastened and away. The journey began with the lowering of the boat into the maelstrom. Not long afterwards, the steamer went to the bottom and the three looked at the upraised stern saying goodbye to them.

Like a miracle, the next day found them in the boat with calm and placid seas around them. They looked at each other and assessed their predicament. There was food and water in a storage locker, so the immediate needs were met.

They did not mingle before the storm, and remained strangers while on the steamer, so it was an introductory period where they introduced themselves to each other, on the life boat.

They found that they were from different areas of the world and of different faiths. One was Jewish from Israel, the other a Christian from America and the last a Muslim from Pakistan. All three were visiting or doing business in Australia where the steamer embarked from its journey.

The three somewhat kept to themselves on the lifeboat, sitting alone, but still together. When it was time to eat, the American took it upon himself to distribute the food and water. The other two watched him carefully to make sure the parcels were even. All three did not trust each other.

The Muslim would pray to his god trying to bend toward what he thought was close to the direction of Mecca, his tradition. The Jewish man sat and quietly mumbled words now and then. The American just sat and watched the other two as they observed the religious piety being presented to him. He was a believer, but not, as he said, a fanatic about it. He struggled to say the Lord’s Prayer as he learned it long ago.

After many days, they started to pray at the same time during the course of the day. A ritual began that became a tradition each day. No smokestacks or evidence of another ship was seen and hope was startling to fade for their survival.

The old expression “Time Passed” was true with these three souls trying to survive on a lifeboat in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Days and days went by with no sighting of a ship in their vicinity. They grew beards and were becoming quite ragged looking. All three tried to keep under a tarp, hiding them from the relentless sun.

They soon found that their provisions were slowly disappearing from use. The water was most critical and they started to be concerned about surviving. Finally, first the food then the water was gone. All three were hungry and parched. First the Jewish man started to scream and got up and tried to jump overboard. The other two grabbed him and tied him up, and he struggled and swore at them. The Muslim man continued to pray, but his words were garbled and his eyes looked vacant. The American Christian just sat and looked into the distance, unseeing. All were getting close to the end of their lives.

The Jew looked around and seeing the other two he said, “Who is that”, looking over their shoulder. Both of the other men ignored him. “WHO IS THAT?” he repeated. The Muslim said, “Abe, it is ok, there is nothing or nobody.” Abe looked at Habib, the Muslim, and yelled, “What the hell do you know, why don’t you look?” as he struggled against the ropes holding him. The American, named Richard, slowly turned his body and head to look behind him. Richard said, “Oh crap”, and turned completely around. “Habib, you might want to look”, he said.

Behind them was a figure, seated by the bow of the lifeboat. An unnatural glow emendated from Him, casting shadows behind the tree men. The three sat or lay there, watching in awe. They were scared, quizzical, but they just looked and waited. The figure stood up and approached all three. He stopped and looked at the three and spoke. “Your prayers have been heard, asking to be saved! The Father of the Universe has heard. Hear this; you are, all three saved! Know this; what you know is not all that was known and said long ago. You have prayed to the one God of the Universe and He has heard you.”

The three looked at each other and then around them in the distance. Nothing had changed in their distant view, so they became more scared.

“You are saved and in the saving you will be whole and be with me in Paradise. Let not your cares and worries bother you anymore.” At that moment all three looked again at each other and their vision saw completely through each other and then they knew. They were saved, but in a different way…………….

Den Betts

Question of Self 2015-126

A beginning with “I” and an end with “I” with words in between. Written at a time where I was questioning my existence when comparing my life with what I wanted, but did not realize just what I had at the time. I wonder if we are truthful to ourselves or in reality are not just untruthful, but mislead ourselves from finding out who we are and exactly what our true selves are to others………..

Question of Self 2015-126

I

Seek-Truth

Look for Direction

Explore the Full Meaning of Living

What Does Existence Truly Mean

Find Some Scattered Segments Now Extant

Deny the Reality Thereof

Self-Deceive

I

 

Den Betts

Walk in the Fall 2015-125

It is almost fall and I am ready to take a walk in the fall, since I do remember how wonderful it can be. I miss that, but do not miss the precursor to winter that fall brings; SNOW. I can remember one more thing; the smell of coalsmoke in the air from burning coal in furnaces, to heat the homes so long ago…

 

Walk in the Fall   2015-125

 

I walked through the blanket of fall flowers

The smell of wood smoke in the air.

 

The pumpkins were being carved by the little ones

And cider was being sold by the road

 

Leaves were falling, turned brown from green,

The trees becoming stark and black

 

The squirrels were storing their acorn nuts,

Preparing for the long winter nights

 

A football game to be looked at later

With popcorn or pretzels and beer

Maybe a telephone call to a son far away                                                                                       To say hello, on a fall splendid day

Meanwhile, high above, geese flew south, in formation

They’re honking a rebounding sound of excitement

 

Far off, cornstalks stood as pillars in the field

Below the ominous grey and rolling clouds

 

Another change of another year, before winter

As I walked through the field of wild flowers.

 

Den Betts

Why Again 2015-124

I recently posted a blog called Why? It received somewhat of a good reaction, so I came out with another one, “Why Again” to expound a little further on the subject. The little boy is still asking, but still not getting the answers; I guess. Regardless, the same question comes up but will we hear what we want to hear sometime????

Why Again 2015-124

Why? The little boy asks,

For an answer to a simple question

Why, he asks, is the sky so blue,

Yet so black at night with stars

Why, for so many questions,

That come to a mind so young

I ask why too, but answers do not come,

For the many things in the world today

Why, for instance, do we accept the deaths

On highways due to drunks

Or drug induced horrors we see,

on TV and streets each day

Why do we condone the way

leaders do not lead

And why is there the killing done

in the name of religion too

Even those that do have not the real

Reasons of why they do…..

And yet, it’s not hard to understand,

The unanswered whys, I have

When we cannot even get along

With our neighbors for little things

The rage that occurs for simple reasons

That should not cause a stir

How can we expect nations to agree

And settle their differences with calm

To ask ‘Why Not ‘ for all these things

Is being naïve to a degree

But then again, I should know better

Den Betts

Awakening 2015-123

Occasionally I will, on purpose, post a blog that may not make sense to some, but will to others. I hate calling them a challenge, but in essence they are exactly that. There is no prize, no reward, or even recognition if you understand, like or comment on this post. If you do not, that is ok, just humor me and continue to go on with life in your own way; which is ok too……….What scares me ,somewhat, is –I DO understand this one.

Awakening 2015-123

Stirring

The ability; taught from

a mothers creativity;

Nourished by life’s experiences

thoughts molded, reshaped over

again; held in reserve

 

Till

 

An occurrence by accident

creating a blankness in the mind

Evolving to an innocence

compared like dawn’s arrival

Sprung forth to freedom,

to scream at the world

A sharing to all, plus

reserved to part of the inner self

 

Questions

 

At first, not understanding

but then comprehensible with time

the reflections of ones own

and others of their deeds

From passing hours, arrives

the refinements; a process

of nature and time

exacting knowledge and compassion

as a by product of the process itself.

 

Known

 

Created by mothers milk and

remembered by the struggles of

survival, reborn by fate;

the Awakening continues

for eternity.

 

Den Betts

Appreciation 2015-122

Most of us take thing for granted, even life itself. Most of us go through life in a way that doesn’t even think of what tomorrow will bring or how it will affect us. Such is life!!!! But, to take even a moment and consider where we are, where we are going and even where we have been, takes some thought. I wonder why we do not think about this more! Life is so, so short in actuality and we SHOULD do some thinking about this, to give us focus of where we have, are, and will be. That being said, here is a poem about appreciation in a most different way…………..

Appreciation   2015-122

Sometimes we should appreciate

the things we have in life,

At times we should express it,

in many ways that show.

Life is so short on this earth,

To take for granted long.

But how does one tell it

to the one we love.

Most often its hard to say,

our deep feelings inside.

Letting go with close thoughts

in ways not normal for us.

Maybe its as simple as a spoken word,

saying how you feel the moment now.

Allowing those that care for you,

to know you care for them.

Beginning with a simple “I” and

following with “love you”.

 

Den Betts

Dreams of a Creative Mind 2015-121

Dreams!! What are they?? I would think they are the chances of exploring a different way of life, or of living. They are the making up of things we may not normally do or see. We can be enthralled and amazed or scared and be afraid of them. They can help us or control us in ways that are good and bad. The imaginative thoughts we conjure up can be exciting or as dull as crap; so be it………………

Dreams of a Creative Mind 2015-121

A man without a dream lives only

In today’s moment of time.

With a frame of mind of striving

Toward tomorrows goals

It is the creative essence

Of life’s existence; whereas

Today’s dreams are, in fact,

Or perhaps, the reality of the future

When observing the base

Thinking processes of life.

Take away a mans dreams

You destroy his very soul,

His reason for living; for

A body is nourished by

Food, but the mind is

Fed by the waves of thought

With rumination thru time.

Den Betts