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BARAKA-BASHAD. 1983

 

Baraka-Bashad,  may the Blessings be,

A life force throughout Eternity.

Renewing forces of Dynamic Love,

Given to Mankind from Him above.

A gift of Psychic Potential Drive,

That Man's cosmic soul shall survive.

We are a part of Infinite whole.

Toiling together towards that great goal.

One Life, One thousand, Who can say,

All are waiting for this embryonic day.

So let that shine of Heavenly Blue,

Regenerate strength once more anew.

For Life's forces are not yet spent,

Perhaps another tunnel before you relent.

One day we know with all our heart,

That we, from Earth's ties, must part.

To live in peace with the universe,

Never again life's bitterness to curse.

We've played many a role on this life's stage,

Reincarnating into every age.

Cosmic force our debts are not yet paid,

The yearnings in birth, a thousand times remade.

Let there be an end to our dire need,

Don't let us, forevermore plead.

Is not our place in that eternal college,

A tiny mote in your great knowledge.

A process of learning in the university of life.

Perhaps finished, with this our last strife.

Baraka-Bashad, MAY THE BLESSINGS BE,

A LIFE FORCE, throughout Eternity.

TABLETS AND LOTIONS. 1985

I've got Pills and Tablets, Lotions and Potions,

Some are used to calm the emotions.

The colours are lovely, All beautiful and bright,

I take a few in the morning others at night.

There are Red and Yellow, Green and Blue,

I've got so many, I could give some to you.

The ones I take to make me sleep,

Make my pupils small and deep.

Some you know are for my head,

After taking these I wish I was dead.

Then I have some just for my nerves,

These make straight lines look like curves.

The one's I like the best of all,

Make all of my problems seem so small.

The tiny Green ones are not too bad,

If only they didn't make me feel so sad.

I'm pleased I don't work in a Chemists shop,

For I think that my Tummy would go off pop.

Now if you will take some advice from me,

Don't take tablets, Drink a cup of TEA.

TELEPHONE. Dec 1978

Here I sit and stare, all day,

I wish they'd come and take you away.

You sometimes drive me up the wall,

As I wait hopefully for a call.

Will some-one ring me up tonight,

My nerves are twitching really tight.

Just a few words Like Hello Bern,

To hear your Voices, I really yearn.

The wires on my telephone,

Go round the World to your home.

So give me a tinkle, Please do,

And I will say Hello to you.

I'll tell you the news if I may,

And listen carefully to what you say.

So come on Phone wont you ring,

You stupid, silly, useless thing.

TELEVISION.

You know I sometimes wish I could,

Get in that glass screen surrounded by wood.

I'd change the programs one by one,

No more terror or murder with gun.

Political corruption would be no more,

With Speculators robbing the weak and poor.

This world of ours I would fill with joy,

A brand new start for every girl and boy

Mother Nature would bloom anew,

All mankind's dreams would come true.

With Birds and Beasts, Flowers and Trees,

With no more Poisons on every breeze.

The waters in each river and stream,

Would be pure and clear like in my dream.

Yes all the programs on my TV,

Would be specially made for you and me.

I'd teach the Children to love and care,

The Grown-ups how to help and share.

Each job of work that has to be done,

Shall be shared by everyone.

There'll be no more rich and no more poor,

On my Television and that's for sure.

CRYSTAL BALL.

While gazing in my crystal ball,

Suddenly I began to fall.

My whole world went round and round,

Are my feet still on the ground?

Thank God at last it has stopped,

The last few feet I slowly drop.

Now I am in a big glass ball,

What is the meaning of it all.

All is misty or so it seems,

A new adventure, One of my dreams.

I see the future I see the past,

There's no reality it cannot last.

The world below me is a lovely blue,

But no-one to believe my story is true.

No more human alive on earth,

All is quiet! awaiting new birth.

What a shock, Did You me call?

Now I'm sitting before my crystal ball.

I am awake, but my head's not clear,

It's the end of the World, BUT-WHAT-YEAR.

GOLD.

At the bottom of a Rainbow, So I'm told,

If I look carefully, I will find some Gold.

I am a little disconcerted as my poem will show,

For each Rainbow that I come to, moves away you know.

And the closer that I get to the promised treasure,

Other things that I see give me more pleasure.

Like tiny drops of rain on leaf and flower,

Or the sweet smells, I smell after a shower.

The song of a Bird high in a tree,

Is a fascinating reward for a man like me.

A thought has come to me it is very profound,

Who has so much gold to bury in the ground.

But the birds in the trees and the drops of rain,

These common treasures, they come again and again.

So I will look for a rainbow high in the sky,

But for buried Gold in the ground, not a tear will I cry.

PARENTS.

Parents are you both so blind,

That childish being is but yours to mind.

Give care, give love, give guidance well,

For that baby of man, is but a shell.

Deep within lies a Godly love,

Entrusted to you by Him above.

Such eyes of innocence, shining bright,

Those tiny hands that hold you tight.

Yes that is your own flesh and blood,

So let love flow lie a rushing flood.

A childhood composed of loving Joys,

Kindness and compassion, shall be its toys.

Parents heed my words of warning,

The awareness of your child is dawning.

What reports of you will it give above,

When it is called by that Heavenly love.

Will it say that you were blind,

Or were you of that loving kind.

THE MAN WITH THE SCYTHE.

It's not time, Oh man of bone,

For you to come for me.

Whet your scythe with sharpening stone,

But go and let me be.

I told you once long years ago,

That I don't belong to you.

I have not changed my mind you know,

For this I will never do.

So steal away you man of bone,

Don't knock upon my door.

I have a will of granite stone,

With me you cannot score.

The pact I made with him on high,

Was for three score years and ten.

When that time is drawing nigh,

You can come for me then.

You cannot know, oh man of bone,

That life can be so sweet.

So go on your way, and go alone.

Until it is time for us to meet.

When you come with scythe so sharp,

Be quick to do your work.

Don't let me linger, I won't carp,

Or act like one berserk.

As I have lived, so will I die,

Stubborn like a mule.

And when you take me up on high,

I will call you a bloody fool.

REINCARNATION.

Three score years and ten I've seen,

From suckling babe hard to wean.

Infant small with tottering walk.

From my mother I learned to talk.

Then boisterous child, hard to hold,

Parents had to sometimes scold.

School days where I had to learn,

For the teenage I did yearn.

Then adulthood with all its cares,

A loving wife, my life to share.

Now I've outlived my stay,

I am coming to the end of my day.

One more breath maybe two,

Where my love I'll think of you.

Then the journey into the unknown,

Oh! how this life of mine has flown.

Up, Up, into that great light,

That shines on me so wondrous bright.

Here refreshment shall be mine,

I'll stay a while in the light that shines.

For later when my time shall come,

To this earth I will return as one.

Whose fulfilment on this earthly plane,

Must surely start all over again.

Through the tunnel into life,

Once again that weary strife.

Oh cosmic force, eternal be,

Let me again return to thee.

For many are the lives I've seen,

From Beggar man to royal Queen.