The poetry of Beto Ochoa, Prose from a spiritual warrior
The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior
Sunday, December 21, 2014
And celebrate the Christ was born
And on this day the Sun is low
Like dying candle in the snow
That our rebirth of soul is sure
By God In Flesh Sprang From The Word
So we rejoice and bare our love
That Angel Choirs From Heaven Above
Bend to the Earth and Sing Refrain
That Sin and Death are pledged away
Called to repent and Love The Lord
Forgiveness from our God assured
The Debt bought like a Precious Gem
When Mary births in Bethlehem
Friday, December 05, 2014
Ambling Couplets
I'll awake while night is full...
My art, it will not wait...
Calls me from my sleeping world
And leads me from the gate
To tarry is not possible
Like dogs in windows watch
To catch a thought as passerby
And set it to the cloth
To let the couplets amble on
And amble on they will
To pass into oblivion
And ne'er a page to fill
This is a fate I will not brook
These living words must be
I'll catch and zoo the lot of them
For all the world to see
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Ode to a Pirate
I'll trim me sails
When the wind be gales
And lash the wheel to the rail
I'll down me grog
In a quiet fog
And tack me way in a jog
I'll slide in stealth
And relieve your wealth
If the weather gauge is mine
Then a plank is dropped
And we cross the top
On your liver then, I'll dine....
Sunday, August 10, 2014
I left with my world in a sack
Made of paper and old horse's hooves
A few folded rags to put on my back
And a couple of raggedy books
Their covers were worn into piffling
I stroked with each opening crack
To dream on the prose of Kipling
And adventures of Jack Kerouac
I read of the things worth the knowing
That love was a gamble at best
And those that you love need the showing
When your heart runs away in your breast
How the road is always a few steps away
And its call can be stronger than steel
That settling down is a whirl in a fray
No matter how happy you feel
Now I look on the hearts that I've cherished
In all different manners and ways
And weep for the ones that are perished
As I come to the end of my days
The books that I treasured that trip in the rain
With their covers worn softer than silk
Are gone long ago but their words still remain
In the heart that was born of their milk
~
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Touch....
Wheel of Sun, you burn your path
As forever you have done
Days grow long and short in rhythm
Cadence of the One To Come
In the transit of the Stars
Gently rocking as we fly
Cut a trail in Hallowed Heaven
Speeding into future night
Deep into the distant sky
In the wake of flowing time
May I reach for your soft touch
Soaring knowledge for our minds
Only here in scattered bloom
Time again in mortal frame
One step forward should it be
Never back or just the same
When at last our Souls are trued
By the cadence of the light
In the flow of God's Good Grace
We will all Nirvana find.....
~
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Spinning Couplets In The Wind
Spin couplets as they fall
There are many chores to do
I cannot catch them all
Alas a poem bloomed inside
But through the open door
Was spirited away by life
To be a poem no more
~
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Face of God
To see the Face of God
I ride a spinning missile
Made of water, air and sod
This little time we tarry here
Our vision to the sky
And rocket miles uncounted
A time to breath and die
Like flowers in the Garden
Our petals fall away
So we will kiss that Face of God
And live another day
Sunday, May 18, 2014
The Photograph
Whose gaze does not wander
Nor the edges droop on a perfect smile
Though you left the door so long ago
Still your phantom lingers
On paper, captured 'neath a sheet of glass
It's good to know ones limitations
And I, the limit of your presence here
Still in the face of storm or conflagration
It's you I'll risk my tenure in this borne to save
The others captive, hanging here
Caught in moments now long past and gone
Am I captive also in a box or album somewhere?
Or 'neath a sheet of glass as you are here
And though that moment caught me with a smile
Below the thin patina am I trapped forever
Broken hearted or malicious in my thought
Perhaps the the primitives were right to fear it
With power to take a wafer from your soul
For all to view the dissection
Defenseless to the moment for ones self
~
On The Road
My bible penned by Kerouac
What I have in sovereign verve
Makes up for any thing I lack
Your pillowed beds and comforters
Will make you soft and wake too late
Arise and ride the Dharma's wheel
It travels on. It cannot wait
And though I bed in humble kind
Or lader with the kit and freight
The world is mine and all it holds
I travel on. I cannot wait
The Little House That Sways In The Wind
I live behind your house,
In the little house that sways in the wind.
I remember the day when you first came to stay
At the house on the corner of fifteenth and main.
I sang you my song and fluffed up my fluff
To show you I’m little but I’m very tough.
I know you don't know me but I am your friend
I live in the little house that sways in the wind.
I watched as you played when the weather was nice
And as the snow covered the ground once or twice.
I laughed as you ran like a cat from the rain
And was sad when you fell, crying in pain.
I know you don't know me but I am your friend
I live in the little house that sways in the wind.
I see you each day that you set off to school
And welcome you back in the mid-afternoon.
I look for you putting the seed out to share
And sing my song clearly so you’ll know I’m there.
I know you don't know me but I am your friend
I live behind your house,
In the little house that sways in the wind.
~
Sunday, May 04, 2014
Gold and Rose
Breathing last spark of the day
Sunflowers bow their solemn heads
In shadows stretched on window screen
Vibrating color washed by thought
Embedding air and flesh
Shimmering in its saturation
Swallowed by the sneaking darkness
Passing through to God's compression
Cast as stars on Prussian Blue
Comes the filling light again
Washing over as a river
River of the Ghost
~
Saturday, May 03, 2014
The Highway's Song
In the wee hours on a stormy night
The highway called again
I like home and the simple things
But the highway is my friend
Geese were crying from the waters edge
As the wind blew cool and wet
A lonely dog barked at the sky
My heart and soul were set
I took my tote from the closet top
And flung it on the empty bed
Then fit my world in a Stromberg bag
While the highway's song ran through my head
I left the keys on the counter top
With a good-bye note for all
As I filled the door the geese took flight
And we answered the highways call
~
Ode to Mrs Olson, who always had faith in me
I remember the hat Mrs Olson wore
As she boarded the bus each day
She bought it downtown at Woolworth's
Pleased with how little she paid
She cherished its presence above her brow
Was whole when it was in place
It was decked with flowers and Irish crochet
And it shielded the sun from her face
Yet under its brim was the sun itself
As she beamed to the world her love
And took the bus to St Mary’s
To light candles for those now above
I’d sit as her escort and she’d talk of life
While we wended the bumpy miles
She taught me of duty, and Gods Holy Hand
And to always speak sweetly and smile
Then one chilly morning she get on
So I begged the bus driver to stop
And jumped from the bus, middle of the block
He’d barely just got the thing stopped
I fairly flew as I raced to her door
And knocked, but got no reply
I went around back and found her gone
Then I sat in the garden and cried
I smiled and spoke sweetly, how I’d miss her so
To ne’er see again her bright face
And went to St Mary’s when they laid her to rest
With her hat set neatly in place
~
Thursday, May 01, 2014
Hope Chest
This spinning wheel of sky
So here beneath its constant passing
Ever waiting I
Held safe within a chest of hope
The heart I have to share
Come closer friend and look inside
I have it over here
And there within the opened case
The artist's verdant heart
And laid about it like a fern
Its thought provoking art
While marveling at the works within
Their soft emotions shimmering
They floated out into the sky
Poured from the heart there brimming
Remember then this wisdom shared
From sages grey and coy
Eternal life’s inside of you
And it’s set free by joy
So as the sky and sun wheel on
And constant pass above
Keepsake within your chest of hope
The verdant heart of love