Category Archives: Poems

Appreciation 2015-122

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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

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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

Final Trip 2015-120

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I remember when my father died and as I sat there with him, before his passing; I wondered what he was thinking if at all. The labored breathing, the death rattle that was evident, made me really think of his life and its existence, and what was going through his mind, beforehand. The sound stopped and I knew he was gone, and I stood and said goodbye and felt his leaving, and at that moment, it was THE time for his passing to be. Sadness on my part became, not joy, but completeness of life in my discerning of his 93 years of existence. This is not a poem of HIS passing, but one of another, or of many……..

Final Trip   2015-120

The man lay melted into the bed,

His labored breathing the only sound

The full moon rays filtered in the room,

Bathing him, caressing his furrowed brow

A gnarled and spindly hand grasped the side rail,

As the other held a wooden cross to his chest

Eyes, once full of life, stared, hardly blinking,

Slowly a tear rolled down his wrinkled cheek

Then a remembrance of past times, joys fun and mirth,

Now forming a thin grimaced smile to parched lips

His wish, his desire to escape this tortured life,

To join with a wife so long gone before

A final sigh, a shudder, tenseness, then still,

No pain, worry, so suffering more

The soul, escaping the frail still shell,

That served the man so well

A last look behind and at a past time

Then gone to join others in a final life.

Den Betts

Why? 2015-118

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So easy to ask Why at times. We go through life not knowing the answers to the Why’s, but we still ask the question. Maybe when we stop asking    why, we will become so ingrained to those things that we will then, not care anymore. When that does happen, what have WE become ourselves?

Why?   2015-118

A little boy asks to his father “Why?”

He wants a reason for so many questions

 

No one really has an answer to the entire Why’s”

For the many happenings of the world today

 

The wars, the diseases, the fighting and such

Make you wonder what is or what will be

 

The horrors of the real world daily

Rival those of the works of fiction

 

There are not good reasons for many “Why’s”

Only answers that truly make no sense.

 

The little boy may not expect an answer,

But his question does raise the bar of thinking.

 

Too bad we don’t have the magic response

That would explain it to US at the same time

Den Betts

Interaction 2015-115

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Interaction   2015-115

When and where do we interact? What is interaction? Why do we do so? Questions on making connections with others abound and are either easy or hard to answer!

I think that when I interact with another I am directly involved, usually, with that person. I am as I said, making a connection with them. It could be a long activity or perhaps just a glance toward them, but still a connection.

Why do we do so? Many times it is because we WANT to do that, but in other cases it is due to circumstances. Holding a door open for another is a quick and easy one, but still one. To have a conversation with someone is also one, but maybe more involved.

The other aspect is regarding whether or not it is a good one or a bad moment with the person in question. How many of us have, in looking back, said “That was not a good moment”. On the other hand, we can have good, even great, ones, where we both come from it with an experience that is or was worthwhile.

Think about it. We ALL interact, every day. We do so with the TV, in various ways, but we still do so. We interact with our pets, in many ways that result in, sometimes, pleasure for both of us. The list goes on and on.

One way I interact is with the God that I admire, enjoy and love. OK, it is ONE of my ways, but still is an interaction. I meditate, contemplate and pray almost daily. It is my moments of these interactions that I get something out of doing. This type is very personal, yet is memorable to me in completing. I get more out of these interactions than most anything else or with anyone else that I do.

Interaction is where we have an effect upon each other versus a causal affect where there is none. We communicate with others as individuals, groups, nations, and any others that can affect us in some way. The feedback with a computer, where we get a response or where we steer a car that influences the direction or position and by seeing what happens when we do so, is an interaction. Ok, a small one, but still one to consider or understand.

I think communication is the main way I understand where we interact with each other, instead of with an object or other form of action. The social interactions where they are on purpose or even accidental, or made on a regular basis form the social interactions of life.

We can relate to each other, or objects, but overall we are affecting someone or something. We cannot get away from this action. I believe that being isolated without access to anyone or something, such as a cell in prison without contact with the world in any way would be a horrible existence. To say someone would go crazy is not without thought or merit, if this is the case.

So, we are ALL creatures of interaction. We, I would think, ALL need this to exist in a normal way of being. To isolate oneself, by oneself, is not a normal manifestation of being. The important thing is to do so in a positive way that benefits us and others. This is something that is not easy at times, and not really hard, but instead a plan of doing. How we do it is another matter.

Den Betts

Travelers Wish 2015-113

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Would it not be great to have a relationship with a person unknown to us and come away with a feeling of greatness? Would it not be great that mankind itself could look at existence in a positive way toward others? To many of us do not take the time to do so, and live our lives in an isolationist way of being; too bad……

 

Travelers Wish 2015-113

If, per chance, our paths may cross,

Our shadows inner mingle, on a summer day

May we both prosper, benefit,

And be truly enlightened by the experience.

And, may we both realize,

That regardless of the hue of external cover,

Spiritual convictions, tribal clan origins,

When we part, may we do so as friends,

Traveling onward, but also leaving in our wake

A part of ourselves behind,

In a kind remembrance to each other.

Den Betts

Questions in Life 2015-112

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I think I DID find one of the questions answered recently, but not sure now. So many thoughts of why things ARE the way they are and we just take most of them for granted, without question usually. Some may THINK they have the answer, but they really do NOT know for sure, just think they know – perhaps….

 

Questions in Life   2015-112

Can anyone tell me of the things in life

That are so vague and not for sure?

 

When does life really begin,

At birth or many months before

 

What makes the world continue to spin and travel

So many times round itself and Sun

 

How goes gravity really work

And can it someday be controlled

 

Where does the universe truly end

Are we perhaps in a very large bowl

 

So many questions such as above

I ask myself this simplistic day

 

Who knows the answers or is God

The one that only knows the way

 

Den Betts

Message given 2015-111

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I read “The Fires of Spring” by James Michener and have mentioned it, and of him before, when I wrote a paragraph about “the journey that man make”. Anyhow, in the book there was a traveling group (about 1920) that made the trip to the town where the main subject lived. It, the group, was making “A Chautauqua Circuit” and that was part of the book’s story. The Chautauqua’s then were traveling groups that concentrated on reading stories to the people of the time. Sort of like “live TV then”, only with people involved on stage.

Message given    2015-111

The soliloquy of a Chautauqua

so serene;

Expounded on subjects

so supreme.

Of Homer, extolling his Iliad

so long ago;

Fay, telling the

world of Achilles life.

Storyteller today,

spinning his yarn;

His creation of living

a vision in the mind.

Magic of thought,

brought to the beings;

Joining as one, with one,

as never again seen.

A different time, poles apart

Of experiencing existence

In a way that gave comfort

Of hearing about life.

Den Betts

Make a Change 2015-110

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How easy it is in life to go on and on and on without making a change to improve ourselves or the way of life we live. To make a change involves doing something different and taking the chance that the change will not go well. But, to not make a change and continue in the existence we live is not really the best thing to do; is it?. It does take some fortitude to make that change, but WOW, what if it is to the Better?????

Make a Change 2015-110

They say the only constant in life,

Is that there will always be change.

Change is usually considered good or bad,

But sometimes it is in between.

In many cases, not exactly what you want,

And perhaps you have to take it as it comes.

Accepting change can be a hard thing to do,

But its easier to cope if you try.

It can be wonderful, or it can be very sad,

A thing to hate or one to be glad.

Your choices in life are always there,

But, decisions will create a change,

It is what you make of it that really counts,

So, try the change, and if bad –

Again, make a change…

Den Betts

True Power 2015-109

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I think when I originally wrote this, I might have known why I was doing so, at the time. The why now escapes me, but the content, somewhat makes sense even now. It MAY have been about politicians, don’t know now, but here it is anyhow………  I am not sure if all that I wrote is what I believe now, though……. Confused???

True Power 2015-109

The power of a man as

measured by his control

and influence of others

shall be dictated by the ones

who allow this power to last

 

As long as the benefits

are to those that control

the process, the man

with the power shall

forever rule

The mass that is dictated to

by the power of the man

is in turn, controlled

by those that allow

the process to occur

 

Therefore, the few

or small minority

are the power

behind the man

showing the power

 

The mass does not

control the man

but instead,

are the ones

controlled by others

 

Den Betts