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

Strawberry Lane 2015-108

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We lived near a county park called Strawberry Lane Metro Parks, in the Cleveland area, where we visited so many times. It, then, was a carefree time, with thoughts of nature, the good life without many cares, and just an enjoyment of life then. No TV with horror stories told, as today, and a different kind of life at that time. Summer time and the living was easy, summer time and the living was swell………..

Strawberry Lane 2015-108

A honking Canadian goose glided toward the pond,

Feet extended for a landing on a fall afternoon.

One among many mixes with assorted fowl,

Honking and quacking in a cacophony of sound.

 

Parasails of leaves flutter to the cool still water,

Landing, then floating in dizzy circles.

A mat of soggy ones clumped and ringing the shore,

Before slowly sinking to the pond bottom forevermore.

 

On the far bank, a small child stood in the mud,

Flinging pebbles, making ripples, laughing with glee,

Her father stood nearby, watching over with a smile.

Remembering a similar experience in life.

 

Down further, a man with a remote guided speedboat,

Fiddled with controls, steering it this way and that.

As a son squatted down, waiting his turn to play,

Wondering just whose gift it was last Christmas day.

 

Lovers hand in hand, walking the nearby trail,

Deep in thought of romance and exuberance of living.

Both wishing for a chosen future day to arrive,

To begin a lifetime of togetherness and caring.

 

Activity of all kinds, a blending a joining,

Man and nature sharing both time and space,

A peaceful setting, so natural and right,

Nature being used as it should be.

 

Den Betts

Car Ride 2015-107

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To daydream and wonder what others are doing and thinking is a rare luxury of doing nothing, except thinking. I can remember my wife’s driving the car at the time and I was in the passenger seat looking out – thinking.

I was not in control of the driving as she was at the time, and I had to relinquish the driving to her, due to my accident. I hated not being able to drive and being dependent on others. This poem came to mind as I sat there, helping her put on the brake, accelerate and make the turns, in my mind.

 

Car Ride   2015-107

Staring out the car window,

I day dream as the world goes by.

Looking at the trees, the people,

And many other things.

Everyone doing their own thing,

In their own way.

Thinking private thoughts,

In their minds, just as I

High-tension wire towers,

And sentinels of light poles,

Watching over as testimony to our

Style of high-speed life.

The wispy clouds in the misty sky

Between the stands of pine,

All there, all watching,

Staring at me, just as I

Den Betts

Alive 2015-106

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To be alive is to be experiencing life itself. To take in the joys of creation and know that what your senses are having is to know that you are again, alive. A round robin of thoughts of knowing what life is all about. Sometimes all it takes is to STOP and smell the roses of life and know that there are more important things to do than to do what we are doing then and not doing what we could be doing instead.

Alive   2015-106

To look above and see the blue sky and

watch drifting clouds meander by

Observe three birds on green grass; no four,

hopping, pecking at the ground, for whatever more

A squirrel chattering at nothing around, making

noise to be heard, just to be seen peering down

Looking through the camera of my mind at all

a three dimensional picture in my skull, a miracle!

To listen to a radio and hear of the world out there,

and see on TV the happenings as they occur anywhere

To be aware of life, to feel and touch, and smell

and taste the sweetness of lips on mine, of thine….

To be alive, and let the senses work their magic

Letting my mind know that the body exists

To appreciate the splendor of the moment

I realize that what is – really is

And not a figment of imagination

But instead, a reality of life itself.

Den Betts

Leaf 2015-105

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I had to search for a “summer” poem that I have written. Well, more like a “spring” one at this junction of time in July. Anyhow, I wrote this poem about a leaf, and what part it played in the life of a tree, or a least its role in the process of life for the tree. A small part of a large part, but an extremely important part of a living tree.

 

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                             Leaf 2015-105

The lightest and smallest part,

Of the mighty oak,

A factory turning light to life,

Helping to create growth.

So small a part yet so big a part,

For the existence of a living tree.

All working together to produce,

In concert with an overall plan.

Nutrients for the bulk, the trunk,

The roots, stretching to grasp fluid.

Till a time of rest, then discarded,

To decompose in a furtherance of life.

Den Betts

Final Frontier 2015-104

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We all have or are living a journey of life. Where that journey, or when, it ends is actually unknown, usually. But, there will be an end sometime. And where we will be is really unknown to us in certainty. Those of unbelief have an easy answer, but those of faith of any nature, have an idea of the where, or a hope of where.

                   Final Frontier   2015-104       

A journey made by all at one point in our lives

for some to soon and for others much to late

 

A certainty that comes to all eventually most sure

by the process known as common fate

 

The equalizer for mankind, from kings to lowly serf

but bringing us all together in a unique way

 

No one really knows how the mingling actually occurs

of the faiths, race, and different beliefs today

 

 

A place without the prejudice, and clannish thoughts

of coexistence with a spiritual aura replacing fear

 

An eternal rest from a sometimes tortuous trip on earth

becoming as one in word and deed with those most dear

 

An adventure of sorts, made with trepidation by all, many

with fear, some with a smile based on faith from birth

 

The ultimate unknown; realized, acknowledged and conquered

no longer a trip to be made, but instead one done

Not over – only begun…………

Den Betts