Quick
In less than an instant
the fate of a man
in split-seconds can be decided forever:
State of maternity, birth for eternity.
life in the womb
or it's death. . . . . .by abortion,
"To have and to hold"
or so bold in the midnight,
upholding ‘the vows' or debauching their reverence,
Wealth of a life-time -
flipping a card -
a hard life in prison by squeezing the trigger,
Future of nations
insane annihilations,
pressing ‘the button' or pulling a lever.
Thoughts blow our souls
to the winds in an instant -
bearing ‘a cross' or ‘Cain's mark' . . . .to Omega !
"DOG"
The ‘Dog' was bred and trained for fighting;
given to me. . . . .in a time of war;
loyal to me. . . . .to any degree -
together. . . we traveled. . . afar:
Through jungles and swamps, over mountains we ‘tromped'
till the fighting was over and done.
I trusted my life. . .in peril and strife;
my love. . . . in the end. . . . he had won!
When they told me the news. . . that he could be mine,
to keep him - my heart jumped for joy!
My wife was now pregnant - a joy all it's own;
our first. . . ..I hoped. . . .was a boy.
My wife had our baby, but it was so sad-
through labor in childbirth she died.
The baby was saved, and all through the night-
‘Dog'. . . and I . . . both cried.
I moved to the mountains - a cabin for three:
just the baby, ‘Dog', and me.
‘Dog' like a guardian, quickly became,
The best. . . I ever. . . did see-
No matter what happened, in trouble or strain,
‘Dog'. . . . . . . always acted. . . The same.
He guarded the baby - as it were his own;
like a Mother. . . ‘Dog'. . . became.
But one day while hunting, far out in the woods-
I realized. . . . . .the time I'd forgot;
neglected to remember, the baby and ‘Dog'-
for hours. . . food. . . they had not.
I came home astonished. . . . .the stillness was strange,
the place. . . . was a terrible. . . . .wreck!
‘Dog' on the porch , raised his leg, and I saw!-
blood. . . . on his paws. . . and neck.
Searching and Screaming!. . . . . I ran all about
as I looked for the baby, in vain-
Blinded by fear, I could only see ‘Dog'
the blood. . . . hot rage. . . and pain!
Then rushing inside quickly - over the mantle
the shotgun. . . .loaded. . . . I found;
dashed back to the porch in wild frenzy of thought;
I needed. . . just one. . . single round!!!!
‘Dog' with sad doleful eyes, sat so still,
He patiently awaited the un-wavering Kill!
Then as I squeezed. . . . and fired the shot-
his love. . . and loyalty. . .I forgot.
The trigger was pulled and I couldn't have stopped-
far too late was my desperate. . . . . try;
while hearing the shot, in echo I caught:
A tiny. . . Baby's. . . cry---???
I rushed to the bedroom, flung open the door-
most certain the sound came from there!
And found my young son. . . in the dresser drawer;
un-harmed. . . . was every. . . . hair.
My son I grabbed up!. . . . . and bolted back where -
in a pool. . . . . . . on the porch. . . . there ‘Dog' lay.
Obedient he'd been, to the very end-
in death. . . to my . . . . dismay.
The blood left a trail from his neck and paw
t'ward the end of the porch. . . . .then I saw !
The blood had come from wolves, he'd fought!
They wounded. . . .. his neck. . . and paw.
My heart nearly BURST!. . . . . .My tears flowed like rain;
in pain. . . . . .I analyzed. . . . . each track;
‘Dog' hid my son, before the battle he fought,
then KILLED. . . the whole. . . . wolf pack!!!!!
My son's now grown. . . . . .and he does own:
a dog. . . . . . whose breed's the same-
but none Loved more. . . . ‘than' saved my son;
‘Dog' . . . was his only. . . name!
Quick
In less than an instant
the fate of a man
in split-seconds can be decided forever:
State of maternity, birth for eternity.
life in the womb
or it's death. . . . . .by abortion,
"To have and to hold"
or so bold in the midnight,
upholding ‘the vows' or debauching their reverence,
Wealth of a life-time -
flipping a card -
a hard life in prison by squeezing the trigger,
Future of nations
insane annihilations,
pressing ‘the button' or pulling a lever.
Thoughts blow our souls
to the winds in an instant -
bearing ‘a cross' or ‘Cain's mark' . . . .to Omega !
Regeneration
As leaves turn brown in autumn,
hastening forth to winter's death -
So my soul begins to darken,
questioning . . . will there be a springtime ?
Will I awake and resurrect
as lilies burst from last year's graves ?
Can my mustard seed of faith
become in springtime . . .
. . . an Eternal Tree ?
SIN STREAK
Oh heart constrained within this mortal flesh
how bold the flow you pulsate. . . .
coursing ever forcing my reactive senses
catapult. . .
As heated crimson fluid rises. . . . .
circumventing reason
irregardless of the season
judgement can't withstand it's surge
Moralistic views become innate and wait
within the shadows cast by clouds
that shroud the mind with toxic vapors
When this strange but not phenomenalistic
sequence starts through out the system
it imparts a hunger - members shout. . . .
demanding action satisfying appetites
. . . . . . . Once again indulgence raptures
then flows backwards - unpulsating -
heat receding - fleeting ecstasy -
as nerves abide and senses slide. . . . .
. . . . . .to dull normality
. . . . . . Once again I have accomplished sin!
SPELLIN
Im not gud at spellin
No mater how I tri
it seemz so hard far sumwon
thet iz az dum az I
I tryd to sa I Luv u
butt its' so hard too spel
Thet win I strt a letr
I jus kwit an sa O wel
Twilight ‘til Death
When daylight fades beyond
the westward heaven's earthly rim,
and darkness covers man's endeavors,
all must time in slumber spend.
Creatures hurrying, scurrying homeward,
seeking burrow, nest, and den,
are finding shelter ‘til tomorrow
sunrise lights the sky again.
Darkening shadow's reeling eastward,
covering hills and vales and dales,
absorb the last of twilight's colors -
dismal, dull, as grey prevails.
Stellar knives pierce earth's dark shroud;
the curvature illumined by moonlight -
Those who slumber not, both stalk
and become the prey of midnight !
All Poems Original by Ron Baron
Permission to use hereby granted
9/3/99
Reason for writing:
"Words are the tools men use to sketch,
Dim glimpses of Their Souls"
Birth sign: Libra
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