tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79215152024-03-13T14:12:57.389-05:00Sweatin' It Out....The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~
Prose from a spiritual warriorBeto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-36971511654879990852021-09-14T09:54:00.005-05:002021-09-14T09:55:55.157-05:00Sound of Science<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">Just a spin on Simon and Garfunkle ...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">Here comes the darkness once again</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">They love to wallow in that sin</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">Because they vision of a fascist power</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">That keeps its boot on us from hour to hour</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">And the bullets that they'll pistol in our brains</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">Still remain, within the sound of science</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">I have a dream to walk alone</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">But if I do they'll break my bones</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">And if you're caught outside with a mask</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">They'll send rough men with guns to stomp your ass</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">Then they'll stab out your eyes and remove your wayward tongue</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">Their night is young, and they have fascist science</span><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0"></span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-8810511414755614502021-09-08T12:10:00.003-05:002021-09-08T12:10:34.829-05:00Our Complaint To The Sun<p>We sent a petition<br />To the Sun<br />And told it to "cut the sh*t"<br />We were too hot<br />And we were too cold<br />And liked it not one little bit<br /><br />Since over the ages<br />Our diligent sages<br />Had spilled both our blood and our treasure<br />For all of our sacrifice to the Sun<br />We had not received even measure<br /><br />We typed the complaint<br />Of the weak and the faint<br />And published it <br />Without relent<br />But it was so lame<br />And much to our shame<br />The chief complainers were bent<br /><br />So the Sun blinked an eye<br />Leaving some dry<br />As others were lost in a flood<br />Then it threw off a flare<br />That roasted our hair<br />And stopped the complaining for good</p>Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-22430094464388049512019-08-16T22:40:00.000-05:002019-08-16T22:40:04.622-05:00Shimmering HeartThey weaved a canvas of touch<br />
Set upon their trust<br />
Then painted a shimmering heart<br />
To sacrament the lust<br />
So in the joining they writhed<br />
Consuming themselves in the troth<br />
They pledged forever was met<br />
Transcending the power of bothBeto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-1092776512036428042019-05-07T17:59:00.002-05:002019-05-07T18:26:34.333-05:00The Soldier's Poem<div align="left">
<span style="font-family: "verdana"; font-size: 180%;">Antietam Creek</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">How is it now that we are borne </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">upon a wave of sacrifice<br />Whose lives were bound for greater things </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">yet now we pay the price<br />But whose firm shoulders turned to bear </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">the blows for those behind<br />Into our foe we press ourselves </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">as fate's grim judgment pares the rind<br />And how we think our selves above </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">things more eternal than we stand<br />and bear upon our enemy </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">with death or life in glov'd hand<br />Stand not! As what great wind may blow </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">Fore swear! We say we will advance!<br />Like waves of grain encumbering </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">the field for sure will be entranced<br />Against that wind we throw ourselves </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">for those we have behind<br />And fate's grim judgment pares the rind </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "lucida grande";"><span style="font-family: "lucida grande"; font-size: 130%;">Pray Justice pares the rind</span></span><br />
"O beautiful for glory-tale<br />
of liberating strife<br />
when once and twice<br />
for mans avail<br />
Men lavished precious life!<br />
America! America!<br />
God shed his grace on thee<br />
Till selfish gain no longer stain<br />
The banner of the free! </div>
Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-54192506957940890462018-11-14T20:18:00.000-06:002018-11-14T20:18:22.641-06:00Poems Are For The PoetWe write of life<br />
In wake and dream<br />
But poems are for the poet it seems<br />
For who could have the same engage<br />
And recognize blood on the page<br />
As sentiment and feelings fly<br />
In ink-ed letters cast awry<br />
From hearts in rapture<br />
And despair<br />
Who left the poem,<br />
Lying there....Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-39694197804692785782018-11-11T10:46:00.002-06:002018-11-11T10:46:36.519-06:00To The Veteran <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">For every hero on the stage<br />On parade or in the grave<br />With medals pinned and glory flags unfurled<br /><br />The humble serviceman by scores<br />Packs the caissons, Guards the doors<br />Sails sea and sky across the troubled world<br /><br />Comrades in arms who heard the call<br />And stepped across that line for all<br />Knowing well that fate might call their name<br /><br />They crossed that sword mark in the dust<br />For freedoms sake and God they trust<br />And did it not for fortunes gold or fame<br /><br />So on Remembrance Day give thanks<br />To veterans past and current ranks<br />And Praise Eternal God that they were there<br /><br />Oh quiet heroes, every one<br />Without your hand, naught would be won<br />Pray our acclaim, the purest badge you wear</span></b><br />
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Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-58673960160051427822017-07-28T12:59:00.000-05:002017-07-28T12:59:31.621-05:00Ode to Albert GoreAll have come<br />
And all have passed<br />
Think thee now are mightiest?<br />
Can you will the rain to fall?<br />
Wind to blow?<br />
Turn spring to fall?<br />
Even with your greatest power<br />
You are less than bird and flower.<br />
In a Lotus of the Indra<br />
We are but a tiny ember.<br />
Soon this age will pass away<br />
Can you will your self to stay?Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-73135020661586348632017-06-09T20:30:00.004-05:002020-09-27T08:55:01.069-05:00Me<p>Please don't think from my following remarks I'm a Republican apologist.<br />
I'm a Democrat whose mother headed the Democrat Women's Club in Austin, Texas<br />
My father worked for LBJ for many years.<br />
They were hard line conservatives until the seventies and there was a decided swing left.<br />
Vietnam left such a bad taste in our mouths that it fueled the swing left.<br />
Hell, I was leading the charge.<br />
We became socialists no doubt about it.<br />
We tried to tear down every value system existing.<br />
It was going to be the Utopia it was supposed to be.<br />
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Then I began to see how rabid the hard liners were.<br />
Their agenda wasn't dedicated to equality and justice.<br />
It was only about power.<br />
They were the epitome of Big Brother.<br />
Thought control and slavery to the system.<br />
I detested the religious book burners but they had nothing on the purge<br />
of intellectual thought my fellow Democrats were planning.<br />
It wasn't the conservative minded who were so hate filled, it was us.<br />
Hate of anyone who voiced any opposition or had the nerve to question us in any degree.<br />
We vilified every action of those deemed to be heretic.<br />
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President Trump is the result of people getting fed up with the Democrats assault<br />
on every facet of people's lives and liberty. With the crooked courts, deconstruction of the Constitution, the federal shake down machine. <br />
Why blame the Democrats? In case you're obtuse, they're running the show.<br />
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The real power in the party belongs to the Clinton Machine and Chicago Communist Mafia.<br />
They have divided the USA more than any other modern dynamic splitting the public into easily manipulated factions by race baiting, sowing class envy while they're the wealthiest collection of scum on the planet. Generating economic fear, faux science religion-ism and crazy ass anti-America fringe groups.<br />
The majority of the press belongs to the Clinton Machine.<br />
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It is THAT machine, with its totalitarian agenda, that has undermined our rights and created a fascist state inside the Democrat Party and the state at large.<br />
I voted for Bill Clinton believing he would bring change.<br />
He did, now moderate voices are shouted down within the party.<br />
The Republicans have been complicit with the Clintons in promoting the skullduggery of the Democrats because they are compromised sexual perverts and happy with their cut of the take.<br />
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The Jury's still out on this Pres. for any rational and truthful person.<br />
It's too complicated and obfuscated now.<br />
Only time will peel back the layers on his decisions.<br />
He was the anti establishment choice but appears compromised on all kinds of issues that the public elected him to address, especially foreign war.</p><p>(Well what do you know. Peace taken root and expanding in the Middle East. The President taking a 2x4 to the war machine and calling them out on a national stage. Russian and Turk aggression confounded. The Kurds with a peace accord. And Libya finally being liberated from the disastrous Obama/Clinton rape. And a mandate to extract the nation from Afghanistan. Pray for Trump's re-election.)<br />
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The only power the people still have is the vote; but what are the choices? <br />
So here I am with my eyes open and without the representation I felt I once had. <br />
The establishment is dangerous. Wolves in sheep's clothing. Their way or the highway. <br />
No dissent permitted.<br />
~ </p>Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-17097912954011622362015-12-27T10:57:00.001-06:002015-12-27T10:57:16.716-06:00Ode to PoeUpon a sea of languid Hop<br />
I float euphoric conflagration<br />
Ever in my outlaw thought<br />
And miles above my earthly stationBeto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-43969641568548493112015-12-24T13:30:00.001-06:002015-12-24T13:30:16.151-06:00The RoseThe Rose that God did choose for us<br /> And in this rose contain-ed was<br /> All of Heaven and Earth to come <br /> Alleluia<br /> Alleluia<br />
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Brilliant Rose in Winters Time<br /> Birthed the Whole of All Sublime<br /> There was God in Persons Three<br /> Paresforma<br /> Alleluia<br />
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Then sang the Angels to the fold<br /> Gloria in Excelsis Deo<br /> Come and see your Holy Babe<br /> Alleluia<br /> Res miranda<br />
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A Rose of Loving Virtue Blessed<br /> Rose that fed our Lord at Breast<br /> Was in the manger where they said<br /> Alleluia<br /> Gaudeamus<br />
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Light Garlands Green and Trees of Mirth,<br /> And follow now this joyful birth;<br /> For we are born anew as well<br /> Transeamus<br /> Alleluia<br />
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Processions of Moons and the Seasons<br />
In circles we count twenty four thousand years<br />
Through ages of Darkness and Reason<br />
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A steady machine of Ascension and Light<br />
We make our way out of this well<br />
Though garnished with beauty of nature and life<br />
We're not here forever to dwell<br />
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I've pondered the Steles the Ancients bequeathed<br />
That point out Eternities Way <br />
To raise generations, each better and kind<br />
With more wisdom gained every day<br />
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Now those who would keep us in chains steer the words<br />
And coarsen the children to come<br />
It is our sworn duty to cast them aside<br />
And prosper our Soul's final sum<br />
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<br />Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-44648358220384705612015-08-15T07:12:00.005-05:002020-10-05T12:32:43.741-05:00The Rue<br />
The Rue<br />
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I tread this Rue alone<br />
In morning sun I passerby<br />
Between the walls that shut me out<br />
A world of peace is mine<br />
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The walls put here for private worlds<br />
Forgotten is what lies behind<br />
Inside the hollow houses dwell<br />
Those who neither seek nor find<br />
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A walking stick I now require<br />
For many days have had their toll<br />
I'm ready for the final steps<br />
With love of all within my Soul<br />
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<br />Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-68760104846339701132015-07-22T14:13:00.001-05:002015-07-22T14:13:13.574-05:00The HitchikersI stood with my hand in the wind<br /> A sweet little dog by my side<br /> Hoping to Heaven we'd beat the rain<br /> That someone would give us a ride<br /> Of Hippies and Truckers and such<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Lonely old folks of good heart<br /> We flew o'er the land<br /> On the kindness of strangers<br /> Many were friends when we'd part<br /> I think of those days on the road<br /> With bittersweet tears in my eye<br /> And mourn my sweet dog<br /> Now many years gone<br /> Still faithfully here in my mind</span>Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-52396795993568618832015-03-21T06:40:00.002-05:002020-10-05T12:37:49.088-05:00Second Birth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;">I stood on the tips of a silent cloud<br /> The world spun beneath my feet<br /> Dark fled the wisps of the morning sun<br /> The cloud was a Coral Sheet<br /> In great undulations the colors they turned<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> And struck me to floating away<br /> With God In A River That Bears The Will<br /> My lips struck with nothing to say<br /> But there in the River The Word Reverbed<br /> And I knew the Grace Of Its Sound<br /> A Filling Vibration That Shook All Things<br /> From Alpha's Omega Rebound<br /> So there in my eyes was the answer to all<br /> I set myself back on the Earth<br /> To walk with the knowledge that God Simply Is<br /> And witness of Second Birth</span></span>Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-74199066759762176282014-12-21T07:46:00.003-06:002014-12-21T07:49:23.216-06:00We come around the Sun once more<br />
And celebrate the Christ was born<br />
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And on this day the Sun is low<br />
Like dying candle in the snow<br />
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That our rebirth of soul is sure<br />
By God In Flesh Sprang From The Word<br />
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So we rejoice and bare our love<br />
That Angel Choirs From Heaven Above<br />
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Bend to the Earth and Sing Refrain<br />
That Sin and Death are pledged away<br />
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Called to repent and Love The Lord<br />
Forgiveness from our God assured<br />
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The Debt bought like a Precious Gem<br />
When Mary births in Bethlehem<br />
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<br />Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-75190757637825169242014-12-05T11:17:00.004-06:002020-05-25T19:10:18.128-05:00Ambling Couplets<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tUoW1RIyaKk/VIHojObFRGI/AAAAAAAAAXA/gfz1-tW4Fco/s1600/happy%2Blions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tUoW1RIyaKk/VIHojObFRGI/AAAAAAAAAXA/gfz1-tW4Fco/s1600/happy%2Blions.jpg" width="301" /></a><br />
I'll awake while night is full...<br />
My art, it will not wait...<br />
Calls me from my sleeping world<br />
And leads me from the gate<br />
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To tarry is not possible<br />
Like dogs in windows watch<br />
To catch a thought as passerby<br />
And set it to the cloth<br />
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To let the couplets amble on<br />
And amble on they will<br />
To pass into oblivion<br />
And ne'er a page to fill <br />
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This is a fate I will not brook<br />
These living words must be<br />
I'll catch and zoo the lot of them<br />
For all the world to seeBeto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-68366774591539736042014-09-20T06:02:00.001-05:002014-09-20T06:02:22.696-05:00Ode to a PirateFor "Speak Like A Pirate Day....."<br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$2:0">I'll trim me sails </span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$3:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$4:0">When the wind be gales</span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$5:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$6:0">And lash the wheel to the rail</span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$7:0" /><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$9:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$10:0">I'll down me grog</span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$11:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$12:0">In a quiet fog</span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$13:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$14:0">And tack me way in a jog</span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$15:0" /><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$17:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$18:0">I'll slide in stealth</span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$19:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$20:0">And relieve your wealth</span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$21:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$22:0">If the weather gauge is mine</span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$23:0" /><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$25:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$26:0">Then a plank is dropped</span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$27:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$28:0">And we cross the top</span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$29:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment629634073802502_629684293797480:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$30:0">On your liver then, I'll dine....</span></span></span><br />
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Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-11128001071048713832014-08-10T18:27:00.000-05:002017-11-23T20:51:18.519-06:00<span class="userContent">The Road </span><br />
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<span class="userContent">I left with my world in a sack<br /> Made of paper and old horse's hooves<br /> A few folded rags to put on my back<br /> And a couple of raggedy books<br /> <br /> Their covers were worn into piffling<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> I stroked with each opening crack<br /> To dream on the prose of Kipling<br /> And adventures of Jack Kerouac<br /> <br /> I read of the things worth the knowing<br /> That love was a gamble at best<br /> And those that you love need the showing<br /> When your heart runs away in your breast<br /> <br /> How the road is always a few steps away<br /> And its call can be stronger than steel<br /> That settling down is a whirl in a fray<br /> No matter how happy you feel<br /> <br /> Now I look on the hearts that I've cherished<br /> In all different manners and ways<br /> And weep for the ones that are perished<br /> As I come to the end of my days<br /> <br /> The books that I treasured that trip in the rain<br /> With their covers worn softer than silk<br /> Are gone long ago but their words still remain<br /> In the heart that was born of their milk</span></span><br />
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<br />Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-79494355847006978982014-07-19T06:48:00.004-05:002014-07-19T06:49:37.711-05:00~<br />
Touch....<br />
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Wheel of Sun, you burn your path<br />
As forever you have done<br />
Days grow long and short in rhythm<br />
Cadence of the One To Come <br />
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In the transit of the Stars<br />
Gently rocking as we fly<br />
Cut a trail in Hallowed Heaven<br />
Speeding into future night<br />
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Deep into the distant sky<br />
In the wake of flowing time<br />
May I reach for your soft touch<br />
Soaring knowledge for our minds<br />
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Only here in scattered bloom<br />
Time again in mortal frame<br />
One step forward should it be<br />
Never back or just the same<br />
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When at last our Souls are trued<br />
By the cadence of the light<br />
In the flow of God's Good Grace<br />
We will all Nirvana find.....<br />
~<br />
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<br />Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-81337732755129548042014-07-10T19:55:00.004-05:002014-07-10T19:55:52.901-05:00Spinning Couplets In The WindOpen mind and summer's breeze<br />Spin couplets as they fall<br />There are many chores to do<br />I cannot catch them all<br /><br />Alas a poem bloomed inside<br />But through the open door<br />Was spirited away by life<br />To be a poem no more<br />
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~Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-86188137593068632472014-06-11T08:00:00.000-05:002014-06-11T08:00:37.301-05:00Face of God<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.0"><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.0.$end:0:$4:0">I made my way above the clouds</span></span><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0"><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$1:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$2:0">To see the Face of God</span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$3:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$4:0">I ride a spinning missile </span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$5:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$6:0">Made of water, air and sod</span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$7:0" /><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$9:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$10:0">This little time we tarry here</span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$11:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$12:0">Our vision to the sky</span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$13:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$14:0">And rocket miles uncounted</span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$15:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$16:0">A time to breath and die</span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$17:0" /><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$19:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$20:0">Like flowers in the Garden</span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$21:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$22:0">Our petals fall away</span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$23:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$24:0">So we will kiss that Face of God</span><br data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$25:0" /><span data-reactid=".1f.1:3:1:$comment743300319053520_743305332386352:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$26:0">And live another day</span></span></span></span></span>Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-62928311104131662862014-05-18T19:27:00.005-05:002022-10-09T19:28:07.657-05:00The Photograph<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WDbEcPQU9EQ/RosAYpOecLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BM8yky2tO5k/s1600-h/scan0042.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083157027801166002" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WDbEcPQU9EQ/RosAYpOecLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BM8yky2tO5k/s320/scan0042.jpg" style="cursor: hand; 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Hello my friend who's always there<br />
Whose gaze does not wander<br />
Nor the edges droop on a perfect smile<br />
Though you left the door so long ago<br />
Still your phantom lingers<br />
On paper, captured 'neath a sheet of glass<br />
It's good to know one's limitations<br />
And I, the limit of your presence here<br />
Still in the face of storm or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">conflagration</span><br />
It's you I'll risk my tenure in this borne to save<br />
The others captive, hanging here</div>
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Or set about for all to see</div>
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Witness time in silent confirmation<br />
Caught in moments now long past and gone<br />
Am I captive also in a box or album somewhere?<br />
Or 'neath a sheet of glass as you are here<br />
And though that moment caught me with a smile<br />
Below the thin patina am I trapped forever<br />
Broken hearted or malicious in my thought<br />
Perhaps the the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">primitives</span> were right to fear it<br />
With power to take a wafer from your soul<br />
For all to view the dissection </div>
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In microscopic examination<br />
<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Defenseless</span> to the moment for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">one's self</span><br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">~ </span></div>
Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-27946015339970316512014-05-18T19:25:00.002-05:002014-05-18T19:25:41.821-05:00On The RoadOn the road. Like a Dharma Bum<br />
My bible penned by Kerouac<br />
What I have in sovereign verve<br />
Makes up for any <span style="font-style: italic;">thing</span> I lack<br />
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Your pillowed beds and comforters<br />
Will make you soft and wake too late<br />
Arise and ride the Dharma's wheel<br />
It travels on. It cannot wait<br />
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And though I bed in humble kind<br />
Or lader with the kit and freight<br />
The world is mine and all it holds<br />
I travel on. I cannot wait<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UGbbPVkdnxY/USpEV95zqwI/AAAAAAAAASY/piAEIqyTPAI/s1600/Dharma+Bum.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UGbbPVkdnxY/USpEV95zqwI/AAAAAAAAASY/piAEIqyTPAI/s1600/Dharma+Bum.jpg" /></a>Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-55917979487107377672014-05-18T15:47:00.000-05:002014-05-18T15:50:24.212-05:00The Little House That Sways In The WindI know you don't know me but I am your friend<br />
I live behind your house,<br />
In the little house that sways in the wind.<br />
<br />
I remember the day when you first came to stay <br />
At the house on the corner of fifteenth and main.<br />
I sang you my song and fluffed up my fluff<br />
To show you I’m little but I’m very tough.<br />
I know you don't know me but I am your friend<br />
I live in the little house that sways in the wind.<br />
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I watched as you played when the weather was nice<br />
And as the snow covered the ground once or twice.<br />
I laughed as you ran like a cat from the rain<br />
And was sad when you fell, crying in pain.<br />
I know you don't know me but I am your friend<br />
I live in the little house that sways in the wind.<br />
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I see you each day that you set off to school<br />
And welcome you back in the mid-afternoon.<br />
I look for you putting the seed out to share<br />
And sing my song clearly so you’ll know I’m there.<br />
I know you don't know me but I am your friend<br />
I live behind your house,<br />
In the little house that sways in the wind.<br />
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~ Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921515.post-14927832952952073272014-05-04T11:26:00.000-05:002014-05-04T12:29:30.214-05:00Gold and RoseGold and Rose the evening sighs<br />
Breathing last spark of the day<br />
Sunflowers bow their solemn heads<br />
In shadows stretched on window screen<br />
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Vibrating color washed by thought<br />
Embedding air and flesh<br />
Shimmering in its saturation<br />
Swallowed by the sneaking darkness<br />
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Passing through to God's compression<br />
Cast as stars on Prussian Blue<br />
Comes the filling light again<br />
Washing over as a river<br />
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River of the Ghost<br />
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~ Beto_Ochoahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15076511352920839840noreply@blogger.com0