Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Poetic Verses: LIFE IS TO BE LIVED (but you must move)
Poetic Verses: 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
Monday, April 11, 2016
Poetic Verses: "WHO"
Poetic Verses: "WHO": Who have the keys to unlock your blessings? Who controls your future plans? Who picks you up out of your mess, When you find that alone you ...
Saturday, April 2, 2016
THE RELEVANCE OF TIME
Time has passed,
we cannot measure it,
we cannot revoke it,
we cannot restart or restore it.
It is constant in it's journey.
We cannot contain it.
It is relentless in it's pursuits.
We cannot see it's pass, presence or it's future.
Allow your spirit to flow with time,
without rebelling against it's nature.
Our lives are being guided by God.
He will reveal his plans for us if we seek him..
But first we must take the time to listen!
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Religious Verses
Copyrighted 2016
we cannot measure it,
we cannot revoke it,
we cannot restart or restore it.
It is constant in it's journey.
We cannot contain it.
It is relentless in it's pursuits.
We cannot see it's pass, presence or it's future.
Allow your spirit to flow with time,
without rebelling against it's nature.
Our lives are being guided by God.
He will reveal his plans for us if we seek him..
But first we must take the time to listen!
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Religious Verses
Copyrighted 2016
Friday, May 8, 2015
THE TREE OF LIFE
Deeply rooted, protected by natures's arms.
A heavenly canvas to protect it from the storms.
We all ask ourselves, what is nature?
Caught up in a scientific explanation.
Participating in churches, different organizations.
Listening to the sermons of exploitation.
Our ears don't hear the words of truth.
Our minds are caught up in big hats and Sunday suits.
But the tree continues to grow without the input of man.
Depending solely on nature's hands.
When do we come to terms with the forces of creation,
and realize that there is no scientific explanation.
The Tree Of Life is the God force, there
is nothing in Heaven or Earth that can change his course.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2009
A heavenly canvas to protect it from the storms.
We all ask ourselves, what is nature?
Caught up in a scientific explanation.
Participating in churches, different organizations.
Listening to the sermons of exploitation.
Our ears don't hear the words of truth.
Our minds are caught up in big hats and Sunday suits.
But the tree continues to grow without the input of man.
Depending solely on nature's hands.
When do we come to terms with the forces of creation,
and realize that there is no scientific explanation.
The Tree Of Life is the God force, there
is nothing in Heaven or Earth that can change his course.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2015
IMPORTANCE OF ONE"S BIRTHDAY (HAPPY BIRTHDAY) TO MY SISTER-IN-LAW, LILLIAN RANCE. PEACE AND BLESSING ON Y0UR 80TH BIRTHDAY
This time of year, our expectations are high,
especially when we are young.
Family, friends and that special someone,
shares in our special day of fun.
We expect all sorts of things, from
those who share our lives and our space.
We sometime find ourselves reminiscing
about past birthdays in a quiet place.
It is always good to remember and reflect
on happy times and not the things we dread.
But the quilt of happiness and sadness
is woven with the same thread.
So! Always remember that the true
meaning of a birthday is the gift of birth.
Experience it, share it and protect it
while you are on this earth.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2003
especially when we are young.
Family, friends and that special someone,
shares in our special day of fun.
We expect all sorts of things, from
those who share our lives and our space.
We sometime find ourselves reminiscing
about past birthdays in a quiet place.
It is always good to remember and reflect
on happy times and not the things we dread.
But the quilt of happiness and sadness
is woven with the same thread.
So! Always remember that the true
meaning of a birthday is the gift of birth.
Experience it, share it and protect it
while you are on this earth.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2003
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Poetic Verses: An Unjustified Slaughter (Tribute To Trayvon Marti...
Poetic Verses: An Unjustified Slaughter (Tribute To Trayvon Marti...: How many times have we been confronted with a fear that engulfs us from a knock on our door. How many times have justice been misdirect...
Thursday, February 26, 2015
WHILE WALKING
The disparity among the city dwellers
were obvious as I walked along the
corridors of bright and dimmed lights.
The different levels and styles of music
were distinct. The conversations ran it's course
from university masters to street doctorates.
The level of dress was worn by a mixture of
high class hookers, college kids, the hip and the heavy,
those in the know, eager to show brand names, self
style and body culture.
Their rides were message senders, sleek and daring,
expensive and style setting Their daring colors were
trendy,stylish and meant to catch the eye.
There were no evidence of racial division along these
corridors. All different ethnic groups were holding
hands, talking, laughing and dancing to the beat
of soul music.
Drinking the same drinks, sometimes drinking out of
the same glass, eating the same foods, doing the same
drugs. All wanting to belong to this community of souls.
This is a different generation, trying to forget the
history that haunts them. They are willing to bend
one's will to the desires of the street vendors that pushes
corruption rapped up in fool's gold.
In a differrent part of the city, the lights were few.
sad music played, mostly blues. There were very few
cars on the streets. The homeless were competing
against the rodents for food.
Dwellings that were once filled with laughter, are now
filled with the weeping of children and unwed mothers.
Apartment are scarcely furnished, very little food
or clothing.
The pimps and drug pushers on every corner draining
the life that is left, taking the innocence from the
mother's daughters and sons, age don't seem to matter.
Replacing hope with dope.
In a different part of the city, the lights were bright on
every corner and at the end of every driveway, and doorway
of it's camouflage private clubs and homes.
There are majestic homes seeking separation from the
slum lords, deseased communities. It is the same people
behinds these doors that are responsible for the quality
of life, that they seek to avoid
They play their music from sound proof rooms,
smoke their long pipes from ventilated closets, drink
their imported wines, beer and liquors, taste their pure
cocaine. Exchanges sexual favors for political leverage.
In this setting, they make political decisions that are
destructive to the community and it's people in which
they are not visibly a part of.
This community of bright lights, perfectly paved street were
totally silent from the streets. There were no visible pimps or
drug pushers, there were no signs of hunger, no loud music
there were no children crying.
But you can still sense the pain.
Poetic Reflections By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2009
were obvious as I walked along the
corridors of bright and dimmed lights.
The different levels and styles of music
were distinct. The conversations ran it's course
from university masters to street doctorates.
The level of dress was worn by a mixture of
high class hookers, college kids, the hip and the heavy,
those in the know, eager to show brand names, self
style and body culture.
Their rides were message senders, sleek and daring,
expensive and style setting Their daring colors were
trendy,stylish and meant to catch the eye.
There were no evidence of racial division along these
corridors. All different ethnic groups were holding
hands, talking, laughing and dancing to the beat
of soul music.
Drinking the same drinks, sometimes drinking out of
the same glass, eating the same foods, doing the same
drugs. All wanting to belong to this community of souls.
This is a different generation, trying to forget the
history that haunts them. They are willing to bend
one's will to the desires of the street vendors that pushes
corruption rapped up in fool's gold.
In a differrent part of the city, the lights were few.
sad music played, mostly blues. There were very few
cars on the streets. The homeless were competing
against the rodents for food.
Dwellings that were once filled with laughter, are now
filled with the weeping of children and unwed mothers.
Apartment are scarcely furnished, very little food
or clothing.
The pimps and drug pushers on every corner draining
the life that is left, taking the innocence from the
mother's daughters and sons, age don't seem to matter.
Replacing hope with dope.
In a different part of the city, the lights were bright on
every corner and at the end of every driveway, and doorway
of it's camouflage private clubs and homes.
There are majestic homes seeking separation from the
slum lords, deseased communities. It is the same people
behinds these doors that are responsible for the quality
of life, that they seek to avoid
They play their music from sound proof rooms,
smoke their long pipes from ventilated closets, drink
their imported wines, beer and liquors, taste their pure
cocaine. Exchanges sexual favors for political leverage.
In this setting, they make political decisions that are
destructive to the community and it's people in which
they are not visibly a part of.
This community of bright lights, perfectly paved street were
totally silent from the streets. There were no visible pimps or
drug pushers, there were no signs of hunger, no loud music
there were no children crying.
But you can still sense the pain.
Poetic Reflections By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2009
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