LIFE IS TO BE LIVED (but you must move)

Life is to be lived to its fullest as long as
your mind works and your body moves.
Running fast, walking slow doesn't matter,
as long as you remain in the groove.

Age is a stepping stone to wisdom,
not a hindrance to the learning process.
If you have treated yourself well in the past,
you will fair well when engaged in life's test.

Endure the sweat and smelly socks,
the sore muscles of the arms and legs.
Rely on the grey matter between your ears,
the peaks and valleys you want have to dread.

How simple this must sound to the readers,
how encouraging this must be to the dedicated.
How elusive this can be to those who wait,
and rightfully so, to those who has procrastinated.

I repeat all of the above to myself each day,
it is not easy shutting down  Face Book and Twitter.
When I observe my wife on the treadmill for an hour,
I am reminded that I too, am not a quitter.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013

FROM A MOLE HILL TO A MOUNTAIN (The price one pays for the abuse of the disenfranchised)

Families are starving,
children are dying
from senseless wars.

By those who would abuse them,
they are denied their homes
to return no more.

Dried up fields
and waterless wells,
with no seeds to sow.

After miles of traveling
over rugged terrain,
with no place to go.

Humanity surges forward, over
shadowed by the cruelty of man,
their cries for help falls on deaf ears.

But the end is near,
that which is a mountain
will be reduced to a mole hill.

That which was a mole hill
shall consume the mountain
and reign forever with love.

From the earth will come forth salt
and flavor shall return to the land,
but the valleys of the abusers shall
run red with the enemies blood.
 
Peace will forever be restored.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2003

"THE HEART THAT MENDS"

Moments of passion are fleeting,
that which we hold so dear.
Reaching aimlessly for carnal knowledge,
nothing we physically touch seem real.

Desirous we are of odious things,
the beast of the dark controls us.
Like children, we dream of life like toys,
that which gives us pleasure we trust.

Thoughts, we give not to our existence,
our true purpose of being.
So vigorously we pursue the wishes of the beast,
so elusive is the heart that mends.

The stark reality of your inner most dreams,
brings to life the terror and fear.
You have traveled so far, your energy is low,
your mind is foggy, nothing is clear.

Take a stand before the mirror of true reflection,
and face the beast that dwells within.
Seek clarity of purpose for yourself,
For elusive no more is the heart that mends.

By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Poetic Verses
Copyrighted 2012

I Am Grateful

In he that created me
and gave me free will.
Instilled in me a sense of pride.
Blessed me with a healthy
body and sound mind.

Created in me a sense of purpose.
Imprinted in my heart a true
road map to peace and happiness.

I am grateful for my ability
to smell the perfumed flowers
that nature created and
painted so perfectly.

I am graeful for the use
of all my limbs that allows
me to take long walks
thru the fertile fields.

I am grateful for my sense
of hearing, that I may enjoy
the songs of the Mocking bird.

I am grateful for my sense of
feeling and smell when I touch
the Roses in my mother's garden.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2010

The Willows Trees

The Willow Tree with it's drooping
eyes filled with tears,
for centuries enslaved by the
master's will.

For tall it stood in a stately fashion,
a giant shadow it cast,
with it's magnificent foliage, covering
those who walked down it's path.

Under it's protective canopy
were colorful umbrellas,
lavish dresses and songs sung
by slaves, I am my master's fellow.

In the nearby fields, there were no Willow
trees. The scorching sun burned their skin.
There were no route of escape for
those slaves who wanted to leave.

Now, the master is gone, the slaves were set free.
The roads to freedom were filled with joy,
and the sun was blocked by Willow trees.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2010