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Above is the secretive UNCLE BYRON BULLdog ~ silent partner of BULLdog Productions, who earnestly believes he was the model for the "BULLdog" poem penned below...It was often mentioned in hushed circles that he was the indirect inspiration for Churchill's famous words at the House of Commons in 1940,
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!"
In any event, byron heard his uncle mouth these beautiful and stirring sentiments so often, that it was only natural he incorporate some of its symmetry WHEN IT CAME TO HIS OWN FIGHT!!!
BULLdog
I do not let go of them since they took hold of me;
I'll fight them to the heavens' MOUNT and through the Bering
Sea;
I'll fight them over land~in air~until the heavens sway~
I'll fight them to the depths of HELL~until their lies I slay!
I do not let go of them~& now they fear their fate;
They know I stand for Justice~Truth: They know it is too late!
They try to rip themselves from me~but only tear themselves;
They know the end is very near: They hear the distant BELL!
I do not let go of them & now they're sinking fast;
They know I stand for Justice~Truth, & now the end~the last!
They try at last to Beg~to Plead; it only drowns them more~
When I let go~at last you see: THEY'LL GO TO HELL FOR SURE!
This poem is a true story of my relationship with
a 'female spirit' named ANASTASIA who I subsequently found out was connected to me in a former life [cf.] PARANORMAL section about "The gift of the Roses"............
ANASTASIA: My Little Poltergeist
I know you're a beauty with your lockets of hair
That bounce as they dart through the night;
You hang out in corners with 'Devil may care'
As you plan your next flicker of light.
You turn on the fan ~ the TV and such
Just to let me know you are near;
You bow with your bowl and crash yonder cup ~
Such antics just hold you more dear.
Me thinks you are hear to protect me my dear
As you flicker in mirrors at night;
You turn over statues and pull out the night light
In whimsical harmless delight!
So what does one do with this 'mischievous beauty'
Who consistantly shows she is near?
By changing my sign from 'My home' to 'OURS'
And wishing you'll always stay here!
>>IN PREPARATION FOR MY "MAY DAY" ARRIVAL OF MY TRUE SHORT STORY ABOUT THE ABOVE ~ "past person~current beautiful spirit" as in ~~ "ANA & ME" ~~ I am going to pen the most awesome words I have EVER SEEN regarding what I believe is the TRUE PHENOMENON known as REINCARNATION....The words come off the pen of one, DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ~ and the poem is simply called, ~~SUDDEN LIGHT ~~
"I have been here before...
I know the grass beyond the door~
the sweet, keen smell~
the sighing sound, the light around the shore
you have been mine before...
'though how or when I cannot tell~
yet, just when at the swallow's soar~
your neck turned so...
I knew it all of yore
'though age, faith or creed
may keep us now apart...
one travels the hill, the other, the lake
I claim you still for my own love's sake~
delayed 'though it may be for more lives yet~
much is to learn, much to forget
e're the time will come for taking you~
but the time will come...oh yes!
the time will come
[THIS NEXT POEM IS WHAT HAPPENS TO A PERSON who takes THE ROBE OF GLORY story ~ SERIOUSLY!!!]
THE HEART & THE FEATHER
Happy the heart that glides so high
And now a feather in the sky;
Lifted by winds on eagles' wings
Toward his God to sing.
Glad be the heart not near an ounce
No deadly beast could pounce;
A life in BOTTOMLESS LOVING
Whose angels to heaven are shoving!
Sing all the choir in vibes above
The anthem of this wondrous love;
With ties to bind this heart no more
It asks to seek ~ then knocks the DOOR....
Whose knock does crack the door so WIDE ~
That it greets this FEATHER-HEART from the sky;
Who takes his place about the NEST
In MANSIONS of GOD'S TREASURE CHEST.
[THIS NEXT POEM IS THE MINDSET OF ONE WHO WILL NOT PUT UP WITH INJUSTICE IN ANY WAY ~SHAPE~ OR FORM~"NO HOW-NO WAY" which is especially dedicated to BOB SCHULZ & ROLAND CROTEAU who supported each other during their "hunger fast" which BROKE THE YOKE OF THE IRS' INTOLERANCE ~ "like good little BULLdogs always manage to do~~ by not letting go until they have achieved their goal!!!"]
[THE FOLLOWING PUBLISHED POEM is THE THEME OF THIS WEBSITE AS WELL AS THE REFLECTION OF MY RECENT DOCUMENTARY: "BEHIND THE ILLUSION" being aired on public access TV ~ in short ~ how a bud transforms to a BLOSSOM by following the 'advice' in The Gospel of Thomas as found in THE NAG HAMMADI LIBRARY]
THE SALT OF THE EARTH
Where did all the good ones go?
Buried deep and hard to see~
Working~toiling~dingy rooms~
Looking for ETERNITY!
Where did all the good ones go?
Hiding out with broken souls~
Hatched from IGNORANCE~UNBRIDLED~
In Kingdoms: MISERY UNTOLD!!!
Where did all the good ones go?
By chance~you'll spy him with a rope~
When life denies you all your wants~
And you have given up all hope....
Where did all the good ones go?
Oh yes~you'll feel her arms around~
When all your STRENGTH has fled away~
And naught but FEAR & PAIN abound.
[THE NEXT POEM WAS MY RESPONSE WHEN SOMEONE ASKED ME HOW I PRAY.]
REFLECTIONS ENTWINED
How does one begin to 'see?'
Embracing arms around a tree~
Taking in the purest air~
Exhaled by trees in loving care....
In yoking arms about the bark~
Winging inward like a lark;
Seeing naught but sap & roots~
The mind of GOD I shoot!
Ending now my 'walking fast'
I stretch until I'm calm at last~
Then grasping yonder tiny tree~
I plead that I could be like SHE!
SHE sends her tiny leaves my way~
As if my prayer SHE heard me say;
And like this TREE I stand quite still:
Absorbing 'LUNGS' GOD-willed.
[THE BELOW POEM WAS INSPIRED BY JESUS the CHRIST WHO ANSWERED MY PRAYER OF SORROW~BUT NOT IN THE WAY I EXPECTED.]
COME TO ME, JESUS
Come to me, Jesus:
I feel so so so bad;
Come to me, Jesus
And heal myself so sad....
The days went by:
I made a sandwich~TWO!
Clumsy me did drop the BREAD
Not JUST one slice~but TWO!
Clumsy me did stoop & gaze:
The kitchen floor showed ONE:
I picked it up and looked again~
Wondering 'THE ONE'!
The day went by:
The kitchen floor I spied;
The 'OTHER PIECE' did show itself~
Fixing to my eye.
While pondering this mystery:
A piercing thought did knife~
My Lord~my Jesus~once He said:
I AM THE BREAD OF LIFE....
['NEW' OLD PUBLISHED POEM as per March 20th insert below]
(This poem is a 'true story' about how one man 'saved' a fly from utter extinction~~~temporarily~~~in a "CRUEL WORLD!)
SHOO~FLY~SHOO
"Some Big Ol' Man is gonna come, so shoo~fly~shoo!
And when he come ya be undone, so shoo~fly~shoo!"
"But how ya 'spects I buzz & run ya 'nan-ny-poo',
'Cause there ain't no door to buzz on through~I'll buzz into!"
"Ya stupid fly just beat ya wings & shoo~fly~shoo!
I'll crack the door to freedom's YOUR~NOW SHOO~FLY~SHOO!"
POO takes the fan & fans fly to the door SHOO
knew...
And SHOO did flew through door POO knew~to FREEDOM~SHOOED!
When SHOO did flew to POO one day~ his 'nan-ny-poo'~
SHOO buzzed his friend: "I thank ya sir"~in buzzin'boo;
His friend did hear the saddest tale from SHOO~FLY~SHOO:
How big Ol' Man did "CRUNCH~THE~LIFE" from SHOO's wife~SUE.
((And so the tale of SHOO~FLY~SHOO does end quite blue;
But SHOO's young sons did show true love to NAN-NY-POO!
When NAN-NY-POO got "CRUNCHED" one day he HEAVEN flew~~
Was met by all his former friends & shoo~flies too!!!))
[[cf. "UNPUBLISHED POEMS" as well as "LIFE ESSAYS" and even "MY STARFISH" for other examples of being sensitive to the SACREDNESS OF ALL LIFE~~~AND LO & BEHOLD, A BEAUTIFUL THOUGHT FROM ishaah.com BY SARA~Aug. 2001
WALK SOFTLY~ALL THINGS CONNECT~SO WALK SOFTLY & PRECISELY~NOT
HUNTING ANY LIVING THING....FOR EVERYTHING HAS A SOUL & A PURPOSE
AND EVERYTHING BELONGS TO GOD...FOREVER....
{{THIS NEXT PUBLISHED POEM WAS ACTUALLY PROMPTED by an article I had read in THE NEW YORK TIMES>>["G.O.P. Bills aim to delay ban on chemical in ozone dispute" (A20)] ~ from September 21st, 1995: FEEL FREE TO CHECK THIS TRUE & UNBELIEVABLE STORY in your local libray; I kept the article myself because of the 'SYNCHRONISTIC' word in the name of "DELAY"!!??!! I HOPE YOU WILL SOON SEE WHAT I MEAN....))
SYNCHRONISM IN THE OZONE
What's in a name? You say ~
as the ozone slips away....
What's in a name ? You say ~
Quote: Doolittle & Delay....
Though Watson, Bob says ~ "WILL, not may!" ~
as the ozone slips away....
"...Cause cancer to the Earth and us..."
as the ozone slips away....
Yet ~ John & Tom ~ those RIGHTEOUS REPS...
ARE ~ Doolittle & Delay;
As the ozone slips away ~
SAY: "DO LITTLE & DELAY!"
So where DO we go from here? You say ~
with the likes of John & Tom???
PRAY ~ OH PRAY ~ WITHOUT 'DELAY'
to STEM the coming HARM!!!
TWO IN RENDEZVOUS
Her hair besoaked in ebony
Her skin in cocoa brown
Her teeth as glossy ivory
And where a feather found?
Her hair, a whitened feather
Her skin, a milky robe
Her teeth , with cocoa lips to dress
But where be her abode?
Her teepee's on the mountain
Her robe is on a line;
She bathes beneath the fountain
Where's the shower so divine?
She stands beneath the ebony
Of clouds so thickly black;
The rain caresses breast & bone
But who's that at her back?
Her precious love has joined her
Embrassing each-to-each ~~
'TE-a-teth' has found her 'Brave' ~
Two feathers at their feet.
THE WRITER & THE ROSE
Some words ~ a pen ~
My mind I suck again;
Like dew it seeps on paper thin ~
So other minds can suck again
From pen & paper thin....
I am a writer ~ I am a rose ~
I feel the breeze ~ I hear the crows;
I channel dew to bees untold
So honey other bees unfold ~
The writer & the rose....
MY~STARFISH
I spied a starfish on the shore ~
I knew it would not last much more ~
And so I flung it back, you see,
To Mother's arms of wavy sea!
I saw another 'fishy~star'
And likewise threw it very far ~
Its Mother waited patiently
For another: number three!
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