Category Archives: Contemplation

Poems arrrived at by the thought process that makes one think a little – hopefully

Destiny 2015-65

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I thought about this subject and came to the thought that we are somewhat determined by destiny, but I do NOT believe that what is to be, will be, based on predestination. We have choices in life, which we make and in the making, our destiny is determined. I do not blame others for my bad choices in life, but only myself. I like to think that my good choices are because of something I did, but MAYBE, there was help, not by man/woman, but by an essence that is with me always with His presence. Hey, believe what you want to believe, I have my beliefs, so you can have yours!!!!

Destiny          2015-65

What  Destiny of man is realized,

When thinking of the future

At any particular time in life.

 

Are events so pre-ordained in nature,

That outcomes are meant to be

As only a foregone conclusion can itself be?

 

Do we have indeed choices –

Like a  “Y” in the road ,

Or  are we on a straight line path of travel.

 

Meant to arrive as decreed

At the beginning of our journey?

Does our life have a purpose,

as long ago manifested,

 

Or will we continue without really knowing.

Questions raised, answers not given,

But, asked as is, ones Destiny………

Den Betts

To Be, or NOT to Be, That is the Question 2015-64

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To Be, or NOT to Be, That is the Question      2015-64

“To be or not to be” is a well know axiom

And to postulate this fact is totally true

To feed on this is really somewhat rubbish

And to expound further is a witch’s brew

 

Let me be careful in my choice of words

For those that abound can flay me with

Ridicule as a way to respond candidly,

Which is to be expected!

 

How do we want to be actually?

That really gives others insight

To how we are, what we are,

And are in reality!

 

Or would we rather be not what we are

And give others a false sense of actuality!

To hide behind a facade of what we desire

But know what we are not?

 

To be what we want to be and not question

What we are, but act honestly in our endeavors

So others can judge us (if that is allowed)

And comment with truthfulness to others

Den Betts

Hope for a Vision 2015-62

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Wishful thinking on my part, creating a thought that there is HOPE in mankind, if we were to only set aside our differences, communicate with each other and live in harmony. DUH!!! It is a naïve thought to say the least. We cannot do so in our own country, our own state, city or neighborhoods. Am I down, perhaps, but realistic in my thinking; but to have a vision of hope is sometimes better than the opposite – despair!!!!

Hope for a Vision   2015-62

I saw a vision the other night

It moved me with its power and might

A scene of world peace and eternal bliss

Floated around me in a wonderful mist

The races, believers, and factions were there

Arm in arm, smiling, without any care

Is it a foretaste of truth or of fiction

To dream of a time when there is no friction

It may happen and then again, may not

But, it’s the only hope the world has got.

Den Betts

Differences of Opinion 2015-61

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How many times have I had to concede a point that I did not want to concede, and in doing that action, had peace with the other person? Why can’t people, in general, state what they believe and go on from there? Compromise is always a great finish to any discussion. BUT, the need to be correct, in the mind, is universal. I think of politics and the people that ply that trade and do it so poorly today, in my opinion……..

Differences of Opinion 2015-61

I say I am right, or so I think,

You say you are right, without a blink.

A difference of opinion you say,

On the thought at hand this day.

Discuss religion – I think not – stay away,

It’s a matter of faith anyway.

Life after death, you wonder aloud,

The proof is at the end – head bowed.

Politics as a subject to talk about,

Ends with a thousand ideas, no doubt.

Impasse

Little and big – exciting and dull,

To you and me, important to all.

Will you concede one point I ask,

If I do so first – it’s not a large task.

Nothing should be all black and white,

Grey shades of opinion would be more right.

If we start with one point, then go to two,

Could a compromise result, if we see it through?

If we can do that, why not the rest,

It would be great if put to the test.

Instead of all the fighting and turmoil,

Sitting down and talking would be just royal.

Maybe it will never happen, the futures hard to see,

But, it’s better than now, you have to agree.

Den Betts

Fate 2015-60

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                             Fate  2015-60

 

How cruel and yet sometimes great,

The way fate plays its hand

Sometimes called fickle,

It does not plan,

Is it luck or lack of which,

That makes things happen,

 

The whims of chance and circumstance

We call fate, as a reason

Maybe God in his heavenly wisdom

Had His hand in that final decision.

Think about it sometime when you say,

It was fate that did it that day….

Den Betts

Finality Explored 2015-59

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A little heavy, not for the light hearted- LOL… This I wrote when I was thinking- again!  I have to stop doing that process…..      We all have our existence that can be measured and counted on and perhaps I infer this in this poem…..

Finality Explored   2015-59

 

So much, so much – yet nothing of consequence

in the final way and things of the world

 

It happens as the sun comes up in the morning

and sets at night, to begin yet another day on the morrow

 

It goes on regardless, of the joys and sadness that

may occur on a daily basis, passing all in its wake

 

 

Too much, too much – yet so very important

in a down to earth everyday existence

 

It lessens the spirit, stops the flow of creativity

but, remains as a reminder of our vulnerability

 

It stays the course of the free spirit, of one,

and becomes a manifestation of victory

 

 

So little, so little – yet the essence of all,

in a way that transcends the whole

 

It becomes the very heart of the transfiguration

of Him,  the final lasting pleasure

 

It is the way, the only way, to begin once again

to know of the purity of wonder – forever….

 

Den Betts

Travel of Time 2015-56

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We should cherish EACH day that we are here on Earth, living, existing and co-mingling with each other. To try to appreciate what we have, what we experience, what and who we are to each other. Far too soon, comes the final judgment day whereas we have lived our lives as we did, but did not do so in many other ways.

Travel of Time   2015-56

Too soon does set the fiery orb

Across the spacious sky.

So soon comes night – upon us bright

moonlight shining high.

One solitary day gone by

a minus from our life

Closer to eternity of living

without strife

A beggar, poet, leader of man,

or those of other means

All of one with sameness in

the final scope of things

Closer still the judgment day,

escape — the soul is gone

Remains –  behind to witness

the totality of our being

What is to say of all belief

the true and wondrous way

Each and every one that travels

the journey of one day.

 

Den Betts

Eared Feelings 2015-54

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Who knows, I don’t, as to when and why I wrote this is, unclear, for sure. It had to do with something I was thinking of at the time. Do I truly understand it; the answer is yes, but the exact, why and when, no………..

Eared Feelings     2015-54

Words with feelings spoken unclear;

inner meanings vague,

I hear

Eyes off center, not focused true;

mine do bore thy soul,

I fear

Forever wanting, close and sure;

for the moment, your heart

I near

A sound, a tinkling in the wind

Promise of the here after

So clear

Truth be known between us two;

knowledge heard, with wetness

I tear

Den Betts

Metamorphosis 2015-49

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This is just me, being me, with thoughts of mis-trust, with no compromise in life and the way things are in our country.  We can do nothing or something, but letting those that make decisions what we think is important. I believe that, the only thing is HOW we do that is also important and many have just un-kind words or actions that hinder the process. A change from a caterpillar to a butterfly is an example, and to change from a do nothing to a changer of some sorts is a metamorphosis in life for any……….

                   Metamorphosis   2015-49

To say that all the things are wrong

around us and need replaced – is wrong.

and that is what I say now.

 

To state our country is going to Hell

with no hope of recovery – I disagree

or want to and need to.

 

To believe our leaders are all not good

can’t be true, and is not, and that is

what I feel or know, or again need to.

 

To agree with those that have no kind

words about anything, is not what I want

or will do, if I can.

 

To be a cynic and not know it – a horrible

thought, – one I pray is not

correct or hope so.

 

To change, and become a changer in life,

a positive influence of making things

right or better,  I must.

Den Betts

Earthlings 2015-46

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I wrote this before, but post it now as a thought on how we are, living on the planet Earth, as groups of people, but also as individuals.  We speak different languages, have different customs, religions, beliefs, but we are all human, but sometimes don’t act that way. The majority of us (I think) believe in our God, but I just wonder what God really thinks about us at times, watching the goings on that we do to each other.

Earthlings  2015-46

All of the inhabitants are Earth People,

Living in many lands with different names.

Sharing in resources of this world,

Responsible for the continuation and each other.

Created by only ONE supreme being ruling over all– God,

Regardless of individual faiths or names given.

Conflicts in the name of faith, in wars and clashes.

Can only be classified as actions of primitives.

The races, all rich in the heritage of their own,

Once living in isolation with their same kind.

All having something to share, to lend to the others,

Yet now mistrusting the others in a most nascent way.

Primitives, thinking that they are the most intelligent,

The absolute hierarchy of knowledge in the universe.

Perhaps not knowing that actions, their thought patterns,

Classify them as one of the lowest in actuality.

Den Betts