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

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

How strong

       is it

to say I’m sorry.

     Our atone

       desist

who weigh times glory.

-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

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

  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

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

God shines

    His light

on my soul

odd times

     it’s bright

atone by gold.

-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

I witness

love and grace

from his loving hand.

My wellness

of grand praise

ablomb is glowing grand.

-Charles King