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__the 'beasties'__
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They would to 'sign me'~lay me low~
In wrist~in forehead~even toe~
To keep me 'straight' on paths BELOW~
From heaven's gate, to HELL I GO!
I said: "To HELL~not me~you go!
Not wrist~nor forehead~even toe!
My feet are straight to heaven's gate~ If 'chip' me toe~I'll miss me date."
They searched me high~they searched me low~
They combed my head down to me toe~
They told me then: "YOU CAN'T BELONG!"
They cast me out for this great 'WRONG'....
I travel now with 'LIGHTEST' gear~
To skyward hence~in love~not fear~
They stripped my clothes~me means to eat~
Yet pure in hand~in head~in feet....
My journey's END: me Father meet~
He said: "Come in I do entreat~
I have the ROBE to 'block' the heat~
And golden slippers for ye feet."
[ATTENTION ALL FENCE SITTERS: The time may come when you will be forced to kiss the feet of mammon ~ unless you step-up to the Kingdom of God...where ALL denominations are accepted.]
ME DoGs
What is anasthesia but the barkin' of me DoGs When life seems all but hopeless
They race me heart to soar!
They lie in lonely silence 'till the creakin' of me door
Then bolt like maddened bulls in 'heat'~
Their master's at the door.
Climbin'~Reachin'~Pullin'~Scratchin'FRENZY has set in
The din is overwhelmin'
The master has come in....
Me heart is racin' with a joy that only DoGs can cause
'Though tired from me long long day
I race to chow me DoGs.
It doesn't matter what I'm plannin'~what I'm thinkin' now
Me DoGs have set me course a spinnin'
THEY GOTTA HAVE THEIR CHOW!!!
I plop inot me bed exhausted from day's oppressive blows
Me DoGs are on me in a 'blink'
Lickin' me quite so....
They cuddle-up and keep me cozy all the blackened night
Like little FUR-BALLS filled with LOVE
They are me heart's DELIGHT!
DoGs are more than angels~rather like me dear dear GoD
They get me through the TOUGHEST days
ME LOVES! ~ ME STAFFS!! ~ ME RODS!!!
FRANCIS & THE RABBIT
Once was a man ~ a holy man
Who lived quite long ago ~
Whose only joy was spreading LOVE
From Mankind to the dove.
He loved to commune with his God
Through wild life ~ 'twas his habbit ~
But his favorite little lamb of God
Was his precious whitened rabbit.
He took the rabbit everywhere
And then when asked how we should love:
With dove to heart & rabbit raised ~
"AS GOD LOVES US ~ ABOVE!!!"
[The next poem is about the great BRIAN BORU ~ who is the head of my mother's family tree....If you have a problem with the phrases, please consult "THE LION OF IRELAND" by Morgan Llywelyn.]
REQUIEM: For our Boru
Conch the call to Cuchullan
Hail Amergin ~ the Bard!
'The strong hand uppermost'
Forge the motto of our 'god' ~
Whose 'Stone of Fal' in shrillness spake
While climbing to his awe-struck fate ~
A king for all & all time too
The late LION lies in blissful state.
He was more than 'just a man'
Who tried to right a loose-spoked wheel;
But spliced new spokes for 'lesser' folk
Uniting men in newer ZEAL ~
And PRIDE ~ to call this land their home,
From Ulster ~ Munster ~ the clans of Meath...
And FEAR became his calling card ~
His sword became its TEETH!!!
Whose wisdom was ahead of ALL ~
He studied men 'of OLD';
And molded tribes so decent men
Could safely tend their folds.
So who will now TAKE TEETH to be
Our BRIAN ~ NEW ~ BORU?
What voice will e'er from 'Stone of Fal'
Unite this ISLE so TRUE?
'Twill take a man of mighty mind
And a NOBLER heart, 'tis true ~
But ne'er we'll ever see again
The LION OF BORU!!!
[TO FIND OUT MORE ABOUT THE great brian boru ~~ go to ~~>> www.bboru.com <<]
WAFTAGE
"I spied a robin in the air ~
As I walked me by in needless care ~
Me knew the spring 'BE NIGH!'"
Quote the Irishman: SAYS I!
"Though the winds were blowin' brisk today
It 'twas to forge our 'good PAT'S day' ~
Which comes about in mid-month sky."
Quote the Irishman: SAYS I!
"So get thee out thy greens & black ~
Or suit thee up in kilts or ragged slacks ~
But note thee well the month be 'dry' ~
'Till 'good PAT' comes." SAYS I!
A FLY IN ME EYE
Has a fly a right ta live
As it buzzes through ME house~~
Upsetting 'this' domain
In short~~a little pain?!?
Has a mouse a right to thrive
As it multiplies by five~
In short a little pain
Seeking refuge from the rain?!?
And what about the 'varmits' in the street???
With rat & roach in CONSTANT HEAT!!!
Call the 'ASSASSINS OF THE HEART'~~~
Until~~at last~~ME rests in peace~~~APART!!!
THIS~THEN~is the HEART OF IT:
The more WE kill~~the more it mirrors OUR demise~~
As if killin' were an endless washin'
A RITUAL TO MAKE ALL CLEAN....
And yet...
Barraged from the sky~~THEY STILL FLY!
Creepin' from their crooks~~THEY STILL CRAWL!
As if it were until ME says: ENOUGH!!!
And makin' a pact within ME heart:
THE FLY flew by and ME says, "HELLO!"
THE FLY buzzed by and ME says, "GOODBYE!"
'Till very slow...A tear bespills ME eye....
SPIDERS: I & II
Why do bugs ~ we splat! ~ we spray!
But spiders: hesitate ~ delay!?!
Is it fear ~ or NOBLE SEED ~
Or wrapping weapon for OUR need???
Now I lay me down to sleep~~onto my bed a SPIDER creeps:
I ask him in an EARNEST way~~not to bite me as I pray....
HE SAYS: "OK!"
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THIS NEXT POEM WAS THE RESULT OF READING & MEDITATING ON "THE NAG HAMMADI LIBRARY" a number of times; it became part of the "EPILOGUE' to my as yet unpublished manuscript. I feel it is one of the keys to the kingdom....
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THE LOCK & THE KEY
Unlock your heart and I'll show you the key
To the tree that the wise do call life;
Seek ye the hole that doth bind up your heart
Soon I'll end all your pain and your strife.
So I went out and sought a GREAT KEY to my heart
That wouldst open "A hole oh so wide..."
Which was made with such knowledge and guilded so fine
That the hole in my heart could not hide.
And alas this great key which was knowledge sublime
Wouldst 'unknowingly' find the right fit;
But try as it could in one spot or another
Did prove to be very unfit!
Then, in despair, one day I did read
The "PISTIS SOPHIA" which said:
"Unconditional Love' will create such a hole...
That your heart like a flower will spread!
So I gazed at my heart ~ 'from a bud that was bound~
To a blossom that now I was seeing' ~
Came an angel of light who said with delight:
"Ah! what a fine human being!"
Then 'my Iris' did come with the key that I hung ~
That once failed to open my heart;
Now FIT in the hole that now was my heart
And the TREE some call LIFE ~ I'm apart!
No more pain~no more strife~for the LOCK that brought LIFE
Was a hole of BOTTOMLESS LOVING ~
And the place where I'm at~you buy things 'with good cheer'
NO MORE ANGER~OR PUSHING~OR SHOVING!!!
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As fate would have it, as I was printing out this very poem for someone, I had just finished looking at the word "LOCK" from the title of the poem ~ when ~ at that exact second ~ I heard the words from the TV: "lock open wide..." It was "SUPERBOWL SUNDAY" (in Ohio in 1997) and THE DISCOVERY CHANNEL was airing a show called, "HIGH ACTION". What sent chills up my spine was the fact that as I saw the word "LOCK" and heard the words "LOCK OPEN WIDE" ~ I instantly thought of the theme of the poem: that by unlocking one's heart "oh so wide..." (line 6) via "UNCONDITIONAL LOVE" ~ that it actually becomes the key to unlocking "everything else" we THINK is important!!! [[THIS, THEREFORE, BECAME A MAJOR SYNCHRONICITY ~ AND WAS THE REASON I INCLUDED IT IN MY MANUSCRIPT: "THE BUD & THE BLOSSOM" SINCE THAT ALSO WAS THE THEME OF THE BOOK!!!]]
THE FEATHERED LEAF[cf. UNPUBLISHED POEMS II for another ''WHITENED FEATHER story...]
While walking home one fine fine day
I met a feather on the way ~
His whitened plume lay on the ground
Wrapped in a leaf quite round.
I sauntered past but then held fast
My marvelled eyes had never cast ~
I flung around and bend~ed down ~
A Feather~Leaf had found.
I picked it up this leaf around
The snowy feather on the ground ~
Then marched on down with treasures found
My feet in quickened bound!
My mind was reeling ~ nearly yore ~
My heart was racing at my door ~
My eyes in tears of three or four ~
(Perhaps a teary more....)
Within the door I found my prayer ~
And entered on the paper there:
Were words of "feather' & of me ~
How I should "beat' the likes of thee!
{In love, oh yes, in naught but love ~
To 'beat' in kindness ~ AS ABOVE!
And like the leaf ~ to "Glide on down"
Accepting life's RELENTLESS POUND!}
NOW- like a feather - rise ABOVE!
Because my heart is 'feathered love'
So when a leaf shall wrap around,
It's 'cause I strayed too close aground....
[[FOOTNOTE]]: The true facts surrounding the above poem happened LAST year:TODAY ~ 'FLAG DAY' (JUNE 14TH),2001 ~ the anniversay of my seeing a FLAG-LIKE UFO IN 1998 ~ I actually had another "white feather" incident happen, which took place about 3:45pm this afternoon....Before I explain this, allow me to mention the significance of the "FEATHER" in my life & poems:
In 1997, I had my poem, (THE HEART & THE FEATHER) published, which also appears on this WEBSITE; the feather image means a great deal to me because ~ as reflected in the poem
~ represents the heart that has "OVERCOME THE FORCES OF EVIL" and now becomes as light as a feather as it makes its way back TO THE FATHER....{{{As I write these words ~ the thought just occurred to me that if you take the 'e' out of feather = FATHER...just like our "e"ssence is part of the FATHER~~which is actually reflected in the "TRIPARTITE TRACTATE" found within THE NAG HAMMADI LIBRARY; of course, if our essence BECOMES likened to the father = the white feather of 'unconditional love' ~ it itself "allows" u s to rejoin with THE FATHER so there may be more to this then meets the symbolic eye.}}}
So in early August of 2000, I had the experience that led to "THE FEATHERED LEAF" as described above....then on August 24th of the same year ~ I described this experince in my private X-FILES because I had had another 'white feather' experince: I had indicated that the 'white feather' could be identified symbolically as a soul who tries to become light & pure; since it was found 'wrapped' in a leaf when I found it, I saw the 'LEAF' as the symbolic vehicle which "directs" the FEATHER AS IT IS BEING LED BY the HOLY SPIRIT.
Now as I was distributing yet another one of my poems on August 24th ("COME TO ME, JESUS), I noticed a "PUDDLE" under my old car, (and thinking it meant trouble) went back to see what was causing the puddle (it wasn't raining that day and there was no other puddle in sight) and ~ lo & behold ~ I saw a little 'white feather' smack in the middle of the puddle! It looked like the same white feather that was wrapped in THE FEATHERED LEAF!!!
SO ~ SO today, at 3:45pm, FLAG DAY(JUNE 14TH) WHILE COMING HOME FROM A 'POWER~WALK', around the same spot where I had found 'THE FEATHERED LEAF' ~ before me lay a small whitened feather - but this time, it was ATOP a rolled-up leaf ~ which itself was the middle of five rolloed-up leaves ALL ATTACHED TO A STEM. HELLO!
[[NOW TO A DOWN-TO-EARTH- LEFT-BRAINED ONLY BELIEVE WHAT YOU SEE-SEAT-OF-THE-PANTS FIVE SENSE ANIMAL OF THE EARTH ~ this FEATHER~LEAF~PUDDLE business would be nothing but an unusual set of coincidences that have NO MEANING in this KINGDOM OF MAN: I FEEL OTHERWISE!!!]]
I had just finished reading and critiquing Richard Thompson's "MYSTERIES OF THE SACRED UNIVERSE" (cf. "BORDERLINE BOOK REVIEWS"), and am currently privately critiquing J.J. HURTAK'S "PISTIS SOPHIA"....Believe me when I relate to you that there is SIGNIFICANCE IN WHAT I FOUND TODAY: Just as there are five fingers on any normal hand ~ so in the SACRED LITERATURE the number "five" is significant....In Thompson's recounting of the ancient sacred Hindu Vedas & Puranas, we see the sacredness of the five rivers (the one flowing into the four that scatter to the four winds; other cultures talk of the sacred mountain & the other four sacred mountains with trees upon them; THE TREE OF LIFE itself is connected as five trees ~ which according to Hurtak, is reflected in the PSALMS as being being divided into five parts (A BIBLE WITHIN A BIBLE) that reflects the essence of what has to be purified in the body of man before he/she can ascend....
Even Hurtak, while commenting on these holy things, noted that there was a similarity among the PSALMS ~THE TIBETAN BOOK OF THE DEAD & THE EGYPTIAN BOOK OF THE DEAD; the latter even describes the process of the soul ascending by weighing the soul's heart against the 'FEATHER OF MA'AT'(TRUTH), and if it weighs less then the feather, it can ascend....[Incidentally, the same story is related in TIBETAN BOOK OF THE DEAD.]
Now when I saw this little white feather sitting atop the middle rolled-up leaf ~ I thought that it was symbolically significant: I THOUGHT OF THE FIVE ROLLED-UP LEAVES ON THE STEM AS THE FIVE SCROLLS OF THE FIVE DIVISIONS OF THE PSALMS....I THOUGHT THAT THESE FIVE DIVISIONS OF PSALMS REPRESENT UNCONDITIONAL LOVE & WISDOM OF WHICH BOTH ARE NECESSARY FOR ASCENSION....I REMEMBERED THE OTHER LEAF WAS PROTECTED BY THE LEAF "TEMPORARILY" AS I INDICATED IN THE POEM....NOW THE FEATHER "SITTING ATOP" MAY BE READY FOR ASCENSION NOW THAT IT HAS LEARNED THE LESSONS OF UNCONDITIONAL LOVE & WISDOM....THIS IS THE ESSENCE OF WHAT IS NEEDED TO KNOW ACCORDING TO THE SACRED TEXTS OF THE "PISTIS SOPHIA" & "THE NAG HAMMADI LIBRARY"....
I have often said both in my lectures and writings that ONE SHOULD 'BEAT' PEOPLE OVER THE HEAD ~ NOT WITH A HAMMER ~ BUT WITH THE FEATHER OF LOVE....THIS IS PART OF MY OWN SYMBOLOGY....IF OTHERS INSIST ON BEATING US WITH THE HAMMERS OF HATRED & DECEIT ~ THAT IS THEIR PROBLEM ("NECESSARY FERTILIZER") -SO- if we can take the blows of THE KINGDOM OF MAN ~in love ~ THEN WE HAVE LEARNED THE LESSONS FOR ASCENSION!!!
I'LL END THIS FOOTNOTE WITH JUST ONE THOUGHT FOR THE READER: WOULD YOU RATHER BE "AWAKENED" BY A GENTLE FEATHER PRODDING YOU ON THE HEAD ~~ OR A HAMMER?!? ASCENSION MAY BE OUR DESTINY -IF - WE BECOME LIKE THE FEATHER OF LOVE!
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[Prologue to "SWEET SHADOWS": When I woke up on June 15th, early in the morning, I already had the abvove-named title as well as the first three lines of this poem "IN MY HEAD" ~~ so I wrote it all down on my notebook paper by my bed....As I did so, the next three lines came to me "as in a wave of thought"~~~and this three line 'wave' continued until I finished "SWEET SHADOWS" twenty minutes later....In all of the ninety five poems written heretofore ~ this "DREAM-LIKE-INDUCTION" had never happened to me before, so I consider this poem ~ SPECIAL!!! As a matter of fact, the ONLY other time that something like this even happened to me was when I was struggling to name my manuscript: I went to bed asking for a name ~ and woke up with the title: "THE BUD & THE BLOSSOM" which still has not 'blossomed' yet in public consciousness, but I am sure that it will ~~~ it's just "ON HOLD!"]
SWEET SHADOWS
Who are you to say it's we vs. they?
When some would have it just the other way ~
Where ALL are WE and none are ever they!
Why should I march with you to FRENZIED FRAY?
When I wish THE SHADOWS here to stay ~
And pray for souls you wish to slay~away!
THE SHADOWS are a lonely place to stay ~
In cold dark shade to hide me from the glaring gloom of day
Where others hasten sword toward the belly of their prey!
And so I'll 'stay' ~ even if I die today ~
In foodless stinking rot to further pray ~
While BARRED in SHADOWS lay....
byron lebeau
[This above poem is dedicated to Bob Schultz, Chairman of "WE THE PEOPLE FOUNDATION" for his courageous commitment to go on a HUNGER STRIKE rather than be 'STONEWALLED' by the IRS regarding their INCOME TAX posture.]
BULLETIN: I have just been informed that poetry.com wishes to publish the above poem in their new anthology ~~ "UNDER A QUICKSILVER MOON" which should be published by next year.....
{{{THEY CAN BREAK MY BONES & KILL MY BODY ~ BUT THEY WILL NOT HAVE MY OBEDIENCE! Mahatma Gandhi}}}
OF COURSE, there are OTHER SHADOWS ~ NOT SO SWEET!!! ITS DARKNESS WE MUST MEET!!! AND OVERCOME ITS STIF'LING HEAT!!! byron lebeau....SO IF WE LOOK AT AUTHOR 'tolkien'in his masterful allegory: THE LORD OF THE RINGS ~~ we may see the 'rings' that must be overcome to get to THE LIGHT!!!
"Three Rings for the eleven-Kings under the sky
Seven for the dwarf-Lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord in his dark throne
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.
One Ring to rule the all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness find them,
In the Lord of Mordor where the Shadows lie."
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ONWARD TROD!
'Tis not enough to see the sea ~
The Lake ~ the River flow ~
Than rather hook the life within
In strangled mis'ry go?
'Tis not enough to see the feather
Beat from land to sky ~
Than rather site the flapping heart
In shattered beat to die?
'Tis not enough to walk the crooks
Or crannies of this Earth ~
Than shatter hearts that beat within
Until at last a DEARTH?
THIS DEARTH: it's in our members ~
THIS DEARTH: it's in our souls;
Until ~ at last ~ RECYCLED IN...
A birht of sense takes hold:
At last we 'see' THE SKY ~ THE SEA ~
THE LAND ~ as BROTHERS ONE!
Then MOTHER EARTH shall bless this dearth
As we exit: JOURNEY DONE!
byron lebeau
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THIS NEXT POEM AGAIN ECHOES THE SACREDNESS OF ALL LIFE as reflected in "PISTIS SOPHIA" ~ which has also been posted as a web page....You be the judge of your own sensitivity!
IN CARE MUST E'ER WE WALK
A 'NOBLE' took his daily walk
Amidst a classic tour;
He did not go but nine full steps
When a creature was no more!
He bolted o'er his princely grass
And in a tiny cleft ~
He smashed the domain of the ants
Who toiled: NOW LEFT BEREFT!
He sauntered on in ignorance
Through spider's tree-leafed door;
He blundered through the crafted web
Where 'small~folk' would've burst NO MORE....
And now with all the ravage wreaked
On stroll of stately land ~
His mistress greets: "How was your walk?"
His lone remark: "JUST GRAND!"
BIGBADBULLdog
BIGBADBULLdog did rise that very day ~
to see if he could dance & sing & pray
among the little clumps of clay....
And so he prayed & danced all day
until the very lumps of clay
stood end-to-end to dance & sing & pray
'till eveningtide ~ did rest again as clods of clay....
Then BIGBADBULLdog went back to pray
and thanked his Lord that there were still
so many clods of clay who wished to rise
to dance & sing & pray before the end of day....
And then BIGBADBULLdog reclined that eveningtide ~
to end that very day.
THE WEED WITHIN
The weed within
Not by farmers ~ seen ~
Dispatches evil grins!
The weed does spread
Not by surface ~ CHOKES ~
Unleashing barren sin....
When will courses TURN?
How will farmers SEE?
Where will it BEGIN???
TOPPLINGS!!!
In rancid ruin rule the rally more
As souls so brave do battle to their core
While other souls aspy ~ then reach for answers more.
The SMOKE ARISES NOW where not so long before
The ordinary business of the day was at the door~
But now the hour of siren & horror shriek~
TO MARK THE SHATTERED SHORE!!!
THE COMING 'TREAT'
The wolves went gnawing at the gate
The lambs ~ oblivious ~ to such HATE;
The scratching tore through wood ~ OH WAIT!
The wolves prowled slow within the gate....
The lambs: YES ~ dangled dripping bait
While herded "nicely" to their FATE;
The wolves-a-CHOMPing at their 'DATES'
As REASON ~ comes too late!
THE POT & THE KETTLE
They sat together on the stove as two together be,
Looking~spying all about to see what they could see;
The Pot HIM cries the Kettle black-as black as black can be-
HIM never saw a blacker-black~ and so HIM says to HE:
"Excuse me, Mr. Kettle, I couldn't help but what I see;
Your outside seems so dark to me, as black as dark can be!"
HE raised HISselfness up-the-stove as HIM looked o'er the brim,
Spying-scanning Mr. Pot to see how black was HIM;
The Kettle settled atop-the-stove then turned upon HIS rim;
He never saw a blacker pot, & so HE says to HIM:
"Forgive me Mr.Potness, I see your skin did get quite thin-
Your outsides seem more black to me than a darky's ever been!"
And as the two grew louder while hurling barbs-of-fire-
Insulting each with further 'sparks'-calling-each-a-liar!
A shiny Pan was placed upon the stove~then put to fire,
Mirroring to HIM & HE that neither was a liar....
"Excuse me Mr. Pot & forgive me Mr. Kettle,
I couldn't help but notice how so shiny was your metal~
Your stylish darkened metal."
A smile-now-seen upon the 'sheen' of Pot & Kettle's hide~
To state that each were glowing-now could-hardly-be-denied;
Each warmly-watched the other so-that no one could deny:
Their blackness was the richest 'shine' that each had-ever-eyed!!!
Now they cuddle-on-the-stove as-close-as-close-could-be,
Gazing-glancing-seeing-each in newly-glowing-glee...
The Kettle spies Sir Potness now & HIM looks back at HE ~
Knowing now their blackness is a stunning sight-to-see!!!
byron lebeau~~~~~~~~~[FOR MORE-cf. "UNPUBLISHED POEMS II"] |
