Wind’s Fury 2018-71

I don’t know if this is about a tornado, or just a windstorm of somewhat epic proportions that occurred. I have NEVER been in or near a tornado, but was in two hurricanes that sounded like what I have written below. Or, it was in my mind, only which is par for the course.

 

Wind’s Fury 2018-71

 

The soft whisper of wind picked up

Slyly increasing in its tempo

A rustle here and whirlwind there

A foretaste of gloom and woe.

 

A hint of things to come very soon

With branches falling like bullets

Raining down to the ground with might

Impaling themselves with such a fright

 

A sudden hailstorm arriving with vengeance

Peppering the earth with half white substance

Collecting in the cracks and crevices below

Lying on the ground in a mound like snow.

 

A banshee sound, racing round tree trunks

An eerie voice of future doom

The whistling tone in the background air

Casting a spell inside the room

 

A crack then a crash came the limbs and trunks

Crushing down toward house and home

Destroying all amongst their midst

Turning “whole” into pieces and hunks

 

Passing by it continued cross the land

Wrecking havoc in a path of despair

Letting all know that it was there

A traveler of terror so grand

 

Then a quiet ensued in its wake

A calm, a gentle rain from above

The smell of bark and ozone left

A remembrance of a winds fury unloved.

 

Den Betts        bettsden@gmail.com

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Pain 2018-70

This brings me back to a time when things were NOT right, not good, and a period of my life where I was not capable of lucid thinking many times. I now think of those that suffer any debilitating injury and have to live with it daily.  I am now better, now capable, now more complete in my way of existing, but still have lingering feelings of before.

Pain  2018-70

 

It only hurts when I feel it,

But when it hurts I want to cry

At times I don’t care if I die

The feeling is one of true sensation.

It ebbs and flows with time,

It lets me know of needed rest

And tells me just how much,

By the pain in body and mind

Others don’t know of my torment,

The pain in the head and such,

How dare they think I am pain free,

And have no problem but me.

I wish they knew just how much is much,

My mind racked with this feeling

I don’t tell all, but should do so

Someday I will let the world know,

(Perhaps Now)

But now I’ll suffer in silence

The pain, my companion in life.

 

Den Betts        Email:bettsden@gmail.com

Blog: thebettsden.com

 

Rumors 2018-69

How many dreams have been destroyed, how many lives changed forever from mistruths being thrown out to cloud the issue.  How, just how, can someone create a rumor to create discord in a way of life.  That is wrong and, in the wrong, it is a travesty of justice for all.

 

Rumors   2018-69

 

The builder of false hopes in everyday life,

and also destroyer of dreams born from hope.

Begun as lightning like conduits of words,

flung through space of time from – somewhere.

Forming as small drops of innocent mistruths

then falling in a torrent of despairing mendacity.

 

Facts twisted, expressions and ideas shredded,

via oral and auditory pipelines; fragments remaining.

Mere figments of the whole, true thoughts exploded

at times beyond repair, at best a shell of the truth.

Dissension, disbelief remain behind, leaving rational

thought a victim in its wake, in a raging maelstrom.

 

Faulting “they” and “them” as the reason for all woes,

the faceless ones having the power to change all.

Words of “I heard”; a battle cry to continue the plague

of spreading discord thru the land, amongst thy own.

Rumor – not the truth, the whole truth and nothing but

the truth; instead, at best, partial pieces of fact.

 

Whole truth and total facts are not rumor, as rumors

In most cases, are not the total truth nor whole facts.

 

Den Betts

Email: bettsden@gmail.com Blog: thebettsden.com

 

Richness Waiting 2018-66

Oh, how we want the state of existing to be desirable and at the forefront of something to be desirable, but in great abundance for us. Sometimes, things happen that prevent this and we might WANT it, but cannot get or have it; but we wait for it. Such is life!!!!

 

Richness Waiting  2018-66

 

Lo, behold, the richness squandered,

Lying low, toward day gone by,

Spending time, it stays the moment still,

Wondering of its existence with a why?

 

Ever mindful of a wondrous time set,

Waiting, hopeful for another chance,

The richness stays, upon the distance,

Once more waiting, waiting ever so,

Finally stating for all to hear,

No more, no more, forever more.

 

Peace

 

Den Betts   email:bettsden@gmail.com  Blog: thebettsden.com

Know it ALL 2018-65

I know of some that are what they are, and actually, not what THEY think they are, just are.  Confusing? OK, that is fine with me.  Someone called me a Know It All, and I corrected them and said, “No I am NOT; I am somewhat of a know a lot or at least some things.”  Perhaps I was just being a smart— to them.  I do NOT know things other than what I do know, so I might expound on that, and still be wrong, but my opinion might be understandable; maybe……

Know It All  2018-65

People of all types and persuasion

have a means of talk and communication

unique to them and those they know

in any ethnic or race, in play or show.

 

Those that think they are so smart

and believe that others are beneath them,

might want to consider just how sharp

they really are – if they start to condemn

 

Words alone do not make the man;

it takes more than words to gain respect

and those that think they are so great

usually will get less than they expect.

 

Talking down to another person

is not a two on one discussion

but more than likely is similar to

a soap box of poor oration.

 

So remember friend if you want an edge

those of vast knowledge and wisdom

treat their fellow man as equal;

to do otherwise could be quite fatal.

 

Den Betts    bettsden@gmail.com Blog: thebettsden.com

 

I’m Wrong!!! 2018-64

I’m Wrong!!!!   2018-64

I was writing a blog or a post to publish and I realized something. What I was stating, made sense, but had no meaning to some of those who would read it; I think!

What I was writing had a message to any that took the time to read it. The post had some flaws to it. It was TOO long, TOO intense, TOO serious, and perhaps just TOO everything.  SO, I’m Wrong!!!!!

Maybe a few or select group of people would get something out of it and appreciate what I wrote. I believe, just now, that the world likes bullet points and not TOO many words of discourse to ponder or contemplate. My fault.

My PC counts words in a document like most PC’s do, and I try to keep the total number of words between 500 and 800 words to a post.  Now, I think that is TOO much for today’s reader to struggle through. My fault.

Another thought.  My posts have NO pictures, none, just words. The saying that a picture is worth a thousand words or 500 or 800 and does not make anyone think about anything; just laugh, giggle, and might require a “Oh Gee, how nice” comment makes me realize that using just words might require an actual thinking process comes to mind.

A good or great indicator that I am correct is the lack of anyone telling me that I am wrong in the subject that I am writing about. So, the realization that I may be making sense to a subject is lost.

Maybe I should include some words like the F-Bomb or use other vulgarity that is spicy to entice those that could care less about the subject at hand to get interested in what I write. Hmmmmmmmm!

Nah, NOT going to happen. Why!? Because, just like Rhett said in the movie “Gone with the Wind”, “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”   I succeed in accomplishing my main goal in writing my blog or posting on FB. What is that?

Well, out of my infernal brain, my posts explode and onto paper, or on the PC, and now they can be forgotten; gone forever from my mind and onto the ethernet, where they can lie at peace.

Release, release, now free, not to torment my inner self anymore.

Peace Finally,                                                                                                                     397 Words Total

Den Betts             Email: bettsden@gmail.com    Blog: thebettsden.com

Hope? 2018-63

I am NOT that naïve that I feel all is lost in the world today. I do feel that as a species, living and breathing and being the most supreme (?) being, we have the capability to make things correct. Whether or not this is true or just a pipe dream will be the final fact to be seen as true or not…..

Hope?   2018-63

Is there hope – that the world will wake up

To a common goal of the survival of mankind?

That future generations will be able to breath,

To eat, to drink of natures plentiful bounty?

 

Is there hope- that the inhabitants of the world

Will lean to live in peace with one another?

Co-existing with mutual respect of each other

Realizing each has rights to separate individuality?

 

Is there hope- that the hunger, the health, the overall

Needs of those of the world will be acknowledged?

To have action instead of promises, to have results

Instead of delays, to give hope instead of despair?

 

Den Betts    Email: bettsden@gmail.com

Blog:   thebettsden.com