June 12, 2009 by Charles King
Ode to Robert Carpenter
( a Championer of God’s Word)
His study of God’s word
is unceasing.
All religions, their scriptures.
Gleaning proofs from
their texts
for seekers of the faith
The books on his shelf
transverse
many religions,
well used, loaded with
tattered markers
pages multi-highlighted
from multi-lessons.
These books
have been carried across
continents, into the
backwoods of this land,
churches, homes and schools.
Among the books on
his shelf
is the Qur’an, Aqdas
Bible, Bhagavad Gita
and Vedas.
Books from which
he teaches relation
and
continuity of God’s Word
from prophet to prophet,
epoch to epoch.
This message he orates
in a smooth
baritone, melodic voice
sometimes in vibrato
much like a
Southern Baptist Preacher.
From the books on
his shelf
comes the wisdom
to propagate the faith
to all mankind.
So they might agree to
the oneness of humanity
unity,
one world- one God.
Charles King
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June 12, 2009 by Charles King
I love trains.
I was born
a hundred feet
from the railroad tracks
first sound I heard-
a locomotive.
Vibrations making
my heart shake.
Rolling click- clack
down the track.
My earliest thoughts
were, where had
the train been -
first dreams, about
their destiny.
The smell of burnt coal
permeating the air,
an essence of youth.
I love trains.
Big engines blowing
steam like a Bison
in the cold air,
a grey whale spouting
in the open sea like
the whistle blowing-
signaling passing thru
click-clack
down the track.
The tracks-
a playground
for my imagination,
classroom for a
curious young mind.
Learned to count
railcars. Reading-
Atchison, Topeka, Santa Fe.
Many years have
long since gone now.
The sounds, smells,
dreams and adventurous
thoughts-are
cherished memories
eternally cemented
for the love of trains.
-Charles King
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June 12, 2009 by Charles King
How strong
is it
to say I’m sorry.
Our atone
desist
who weigh times glory.
-Charles King
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June 12, 2009 by Charles King
The drums mimes
a spirits heart.
The sound of its beat
allows plenary feeling
and the ability to
embrace one’s self,
when heard.
The drum emulates
tonicity of speech
with the beats of
upper and lower
vowels.
The drum beats
become words
creating messages,
lyrics, music or -
jive talking.
The drum has been
in the society of
intelligent man,
the lurking world
of the spirit in all
four corners of
the earth
for thousands of
years. Extending
from Bibical times.
So, the drum infinitely
nourished
my ancestors hearts.
Now- when the beat
of a drum vibrates
thru my body assuredly-
I can feel the beat
of my forefathers
hearts.
-Charles King
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June 12, 2009 by Charles King
Man will
rape a
mountain,
scrape it’s
sides
exposing
it”s soul-
for minerals,
diminishing
it”s beauty.
Man will
dam a
river
suspending
a journey
of essential
nature
designed
by God.
Man will
poison the air
burning
chemicals
minerals
producing
acid rain
endangering
the foul
of the air.
Man will
not destroy
-this earth,
only
himself.
-Charles King
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June 12, 2009 by Charles King
It would
be regrettable
spending
time on
earth and
not observe
and delight
in it’s wonders.
The inevitable
change of
the seasons
environmental
changes
initiated and
formed by
the activity-
migration of
the animal
kingdom-the
birth and
life process
of the plant
world.
One should
revel in
the proof
of
God’s work.
Very satisfying
inexpensive
entertainment
always accessible.
-Charles King
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June 12, 2009 by Charles King
If you loved her-
then
there should be
no enmity
at her sunset.
When
her beauty begins
to fade as the light
abandons the day.
Begin
instead to honor her
etching her time of
charm and attraction
again
fashioning a lasting
memory.
-Charles King
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June 12, 2009 by Charles King
God shines
His light
on my soul
odd times
it’s bright
atone by gold.
-Charles King
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June 12, 2009 by Charles King
Told me lies
to watch my eyes
grow excited.
So
he’d pull my leg
wistfully I’d beg
more delighted,
antsy
I wanted then
at the age of ten
to be full grown
and
drive fast cars
chase shooting stars
party summer long
with
chic, lovely ladies,
rich, street shady
bachelor pad home.
well-
alas – alzheimers came
took Uncle TJ’s name,
history and memory
of
a boy with wide eyes
nourishing dreams-lies
making a grand fantasy.
-Charles King
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April 14, 2009 by Charles King
I witness
love and grace
from his loving hand.
My wellness
of grand praise
ablomb is glowing grand.
-Charles King
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