Changes Bring Challenges

Please change my mind
Tease it not by being unkind
Masterpiece in it you can find
Increase its wisdom if it is blind

A lover’s moon

A lover

’s moon. Alan Gilbert.

A girl and boy came walking,

When a lovers moon was high.

A thousand stars were shining,

The breeze was warm and dry.

They shared the many secrets

Young lovers always do.

When nothing stands between them

And all their world is new.

She sighs and leans against him

But doesn

’t understand,The path led to a coppice,

Was there magic in that place?

Or was it just on impulse

They shared that long embrace.

And there they lay enraptured,

As passions always bloom

When boy and girl go walking,

Beneath a lover’s moon.

Why his body starts to tremble

When she reaches for his hand.

He too is lost in wonder

Why his heart begins to race,

When he gazes at her beauty

With the moonlight on her face.

Freedom Resembles God’s Kingdom

Having too much freedom
Leads to complete boredom
Having full freedom seldom
Is more hellish than serfdom

For freedom great men fought
And got what was sought
Freedom’s beauty they taught
As for which they toiled a lot

Freedom is a peaceful state
It may be denied by fate
Slavery is torture, so all hate
Freedom is elixir that can activate

Freedom is normally denied
For freedom many have cried
Peace is at freedom’s side
Without freedom, bliss has died

Freedom is a unique gift
As from doom, it will lift
Freedom brings a positive shift
By solving a possible rift

Freedom is by all loved
It makes the owner proud
In a civilized place it is allowed
Freedom less soul cries aloud

Wherever freedom is given
There only God builds His Heaven
By freedom alone happiness is woven
Freedom less place is hot like oven

The taste of freedom is sweet
Of all freedom is the best treat
Freedom and bliss only often meet
Gaining freedom is a marvelous feat

Freedom is like Sun creating dawn
When freedom is withdrawn
Every soul becomes a tired pawn
As permission is needed to even yawn

Freedom must also give responsibility
It must not make useless one’s ability
It must promote one’s valuable creativity
Via activity must increase productivity

Freedom must be for all declared
It must be shrewdly by all shared
The inferior ones must be properly cared
Or else by freedom, Angels will be scared.

M V VENKATARAMAN

Lost

Lost. Alan Gilbert. 2010.

At the edge I gaze out across the endless grey baron waters that mark the end of the long downward journey.

Lost, again say lost in the pointless irrationality of being.

Her voice comes to me, distant, from somewhere behind. Carried on the cold harsh wind. Waxing and waning as Selene’s perpetual round.

Now loud, now soft.

“When was that time, that hour, that moment, when our paths diverged and we together, thought the other to be distant?

What were you thinking then?

That I above all, would be the betrayer of every kiss, thought and act that we, in our innocent days had gathered to ourselves to hold dear.

Did you then suppose to shed all that we were.

To think, abandoned by my love, to strike down in the coldest blood, the last vestiges of all that you and I had been, could have been.

Where were they then. Those words that once sprang eager from our lips? When we, in closest harmony, did share all.

Yet, we honed our words to sharpest pitch, inflicting wound on wound.

I never loved, apart from you, yet hurt on hurt condemned us to this oblivion.

Our dearest love benighted by ourselves alone.

Lost, forever and forever lost.” One step…..

The social network

The social network.

I really love to log onto my social network site.

I find that I am chatting well into the night.

The prompt will always tell me exactly whose on line.

The girl I “met” this morning, long term friends of mine.

Choose status line with comment or instant messaging,

It doesn’t really matter, communication, that’ the thing.

Just type into the text box, check the spelling, then hit “share.”

It only takes you seconds to reach people anywhere.

Our cousin in Vancouver, my brother down the street,

No one need be out of touch, community, complete.

Now I’m sitting here just thinking, I’ve not logged on today.

About my next door neighbour who lived twenty yards away.

Police have just come to my door, I was shaken when they said,

This frail and lonely woman, found this morning, three days dead.

What is left

What is left. Ó Alan Gilbert. 2010.

You ask me if I love you,

Do the seasons run on time.

Are the sun and moon rotating

Are there poets left to rhyme.

Is the tide ebbing and flowing

Does Summer follow Spring,

Are the wild flowers blooming

Are there songbirds left to sing.

Does the smile of a baby

Still thaw the coolest heart.

Do lovers keep on yearning

Every time they are apart.

To answer any question

Is so easy when it’s true.

When all these things have ended,

What is left is, I love you.

Keep Your Cool To Rule

Despite the worst disturbance

Do not at all get provoked

Though someone shows malevolence

Let not your silence be revoked

Always resort to non-violence

Wrongly let not your nose be poked

Invite peace by lovingly weloming

Head-weight if you are overcoming

Delightful you will be becoming

Close tightly your mouth

So as not to make bad utterence

He who is not in life uncouth

Will get from success clearance

Smooth thoughts heal fully soothe

The best habit is pure tolerance.

M V VENKATARAMAN

For Christine

For Christine. Ó Alan Gilbert. 2010.

The sun is setting shining on your face.

Now the day is calling for the stars to race.

Soon night will hide us and we’ll hear the call

That we can’t resist to give it up and give it all.

And I know we’ll answer as we always do

The world is gone there’s only me and you.

Don’t ask the question, is this right or wrong,

Treasure the moment, we’ll be sorry when it’s gone.

Now the moon is rising and the sky is clear,

And my body shakes when you hold me so near.

Then I see my future shine in your eyes

So I can’t resist even though it may be lies.

We know tomorrow wants us back again

And as much as we try we know this night will end.

You promise me and I swear to you

We’ll be aching for night to come all day through.

Passion spent

Passion spent. Ó Alan Gilbert. 2010.

Another thousand miles

Another thousand years.

However far we travelled

It would always end in tears.

You and me

Meant to be.

Met when passion

Was in fashion.

Thrilling ride

Love inside.

Took the vow

So empty now.

Love? no way

Games we play.

All we share,

Neither care

So now we stare across the void

But neither of us will contend.

Within the joy of each beginning,

Is born the sorrow for it’s end.

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