REMEMBERING THE FOOT STEPS OF MY "MOTHER" ON "MOTHERS DAY"

I have often thought of the path
that my mother took in her life.
I watch with great intensity even as a
child, of the strain and strife.

I watched how humble she was,
even though she was aware of her powers.
She could request anything from God,
and God would respond within the hour.

It was amazing how little she asked for,
always for family, love ones and friends.
She was content with the spirit of God,
she lived for defeating the devil and sin.

I often wondered why she never asked for
worldly things, big houses and diamonds rings.
Why she prayed for her enemies and her friends.
She was preparing her soul to meet the King.

I am truly bless to have had a Mother with
so many gifts, and to be able to remember
her foot steps.

Now all I have to do is walk in them.

This poem is not just for my Mother, but for
all Mothers who have travelled this road of
MOTHER HOOD.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013

An Unjustified Slaughter (Tribute To Trayvon Martin)

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 misdirected when hatred and
misplaced laws rest at its very core.

With bad laws and suspicious intentions,
the act of an intentional death has
once again raised its head.

Where is the justice that the Constitution
speaks of.  An inclusive document for
its entire people, so I have heard.

One would think that more then threee hundred
years of hatred and bigotry would have
been enough to turn the hands of time.

One would think  that civility and justice
would serve as the main talking points,
instead of creating a cover up for a crime.

So many people have suffered and
died to remove the stigma of racial injustice,
yet we find that the path to justice is still closed.

There are those that refuse to render justice where
justice is due.  But we as a people have an obligation
to fight to ensure that the cover up is exposed.

We must refuse to give up on our youth, we as
a people must spread the word of truth and justice.
We must instill in them a sense of pride.

I for one am tired of listening to the news of
racial profiling, unlawful arrest and that another
one of our black brothers or sisters have died.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding

THE MANY AND THE FEW

Dreary days and
endless nights, tormented
by man made dreams
and endless schemes.

Smokey clubs on
Sunset Boulevard, needle
infested alleyways, and
little girls that pimps craves.

I long to rid myself of this self
imposed prison of degradation,
of suffering and needless pain.
If there is no effort there is no gain.

I have discovered that my
many friends are now few.
The many used me to no end.
The few helped me to begin again.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2009

A TRUE FRIEND

How often we forget
from whence we came,
with all our earthly trappings.

When our house was filled
with worldly goods, and
bundles of Christmas wrapping.

The dark days came and
the thunder roared, and
the goods we had no more.

Of those who came and
shared our home,
no longer knocks at our door.

When all was well and
the future bright, and of plenty
there was no end.

The one's I seldom saw at  my table,
or making constant demands,
I discovered were my friends.

I truly value you as a friend.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2009

PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, 'BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA',

He has been elected by a higher

source to travel this road less travelled,

with a true willingness to confront

the demons of centuries past.

He has picked up the banner of those who

have dedicated their lives that we might have 

this great opportunity to share in the reality of

their dreams without regard for color or class.

He brings to the world a vision of unity,

equality and a united America, that will

serve as a beacon for those

that seek access to these shores.

He dreams of a world that provides safety

without the threat of war, where there are no

longer the disenfranchised, where no one will be denied

the basic needs of life, where there are no closed doors.

Let us celebrate the accomplishments of this

gifted man that I believe was ordained by God.

This man that is fearless in his pursuits of

Peace, Prosperity, Equality and Justice for all.

This man that allows his spirit to soar, holds his 

head high in the darkest hours.  This man that

keeps his hands in God's hands.  This man that clearly

understands his mission, this man that refuses to fall.

Today let us continue to support and celebrate this man, 

The President  Of The United States Of America.

President Barack Hussein Obama
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding

WE THINK WE KNOW

As children, we are taught by
those who think they know.
As we grow older, by others
who think they know.

At the end of our lives, we
conclude that we have learned
nothing other then the fact that
life begins and end with ?

The question is did we listen to
those who taught us as children?
Did we listen  to those who  taught us
as we grew older?

Did we during  those times come
to the conclusion,  that we are not
just the product of our history, but
our history is the gateway to our future.

As children we are not responsible
for the quality of information that is
fed to us by those who think they know.
As an adult, it is our responsibility to
seek the truth.

It will do us well to remember that the
enlightenment of one's mind burns
brightest at the point  of self discovery.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2012

THE ART OF LEARNING

Our destiny is not always kind to us,
sometimes it points in the direction
of a path travelled less.

Our inspirational journey with it's
flickering flames shines bright in our darkest
hours, teaching us and preparing us for the test.

Those aged books of value, scholars with their
unsavory attitudes, musty odors of historical
building, reflects their process of learning.

Always remember it is our diligence applied to
study, that leads to the fulfillment of our dreams.
In doing so, our minds become more discerning.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2009