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The sun holds no candle
To your morning smile You light my day You always have You light my life You spark my flame Not in what’s new… …but what’s the same What a journey With you my dove All my heart… …all my love
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Squeaky wheel gets the grease
Forgiving heart beats in peace Crying baby to the breast Mother always knows what’s best Fleeting thoughts a flock of birds Giving wings to weighty words Seeking rest and finding none When contemplation is all done Spinning globe that we are on This comet blue around the sun Hanging on for our dear life Until the spinning ride is done Flock of birds are lifting off Rush of wind beneath the wings All conforming to the plan Voicing noise and other things This squeaky wheel is spinning slow Mama’s lap is gone I know Birds have flown the air is still Round and round and round I go David Kettler December 9th 2017 A sower went forth to sow
The greatest story ever told No simpler message said or wrote Spoken plain from a little boat He could have walked on the water To give this profound proclaim Drawing attention to Himself was not His goal or aim The power is in the message The seed planted within Something that never leaves us Fruit that comes from Him So humbly He boarded a little boat Pushed it out a bit Amplified His voice From the water where He sit Proclaimed the message A sower went out to sow Solidifying the chance for us Eternal life to know The more we make it about ourselves The less people see of Him The life is in the message When we let the work begin David Kettler December 21st 2017 These are older poems from my book..."My Reasons in Rhyme" Love how they make me remember the Holidays!
Fireplace Waltz The wood goes into the fire Twisted by knots and time Weather beaten and bowed Far from its previous fine The future brighter than the past By some though misunderstood While giving itself to the flame Its value much more than wood Warmth to the home is brought Light chases the gloom away Comfort for the weary feet Joy on a cloudy day Losing its earlier form No thought of prior faults Consumed by the flames of love Dancing the fireplace waltz David Kettler Enya sings Silent Night A homeless man waits, for the crosswalk light Way back in his past, he gave up the fight The cars keep turning, apathetically right Alone he stands, with his blurring sight Somehow I knew, it would all be alright When Enya started, to sing silent night My Country’s in pain, the troubles are deep The old Uncle Sam, might die in his sleep U hauls are packed, housings a fright The people are moving, to nowhere in sight I knew everything, would soon be alright When Enya started, to sing silent night Son home from college, just turned twenty one Proud of the things, he’s learned and he’s done He’s gone to Vegas, to see the bright sight The lump in my throat, as he’s boarding his flight I knew everything, would soon be alright When Enya started, to sing silent night My dear old Dad is losing the fight He’s lived a long life, with all of his might The future for him, is eternally bright It’s me…that without him, faces the fright But I know everything, will soon be alright Enya , is singing her song silent night Alone in my chair, the fire waving good night All is peaceful now, I’m filled with delight I know everything, will end up alright Enya has sang, her sweet silent night David Kettler Notes: I wrote this poem Christmas 2008. My two college age boys were home for the holidays and I think it was on a Saturday just before or just after Christmas. We had a fire in the fireplace, Darren was sleeping on the floor in front of the fire and Enya was playing in the CD player. She sings silent night in Hebrew and it’s one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard. Laying back in my chair wrapped in a blanket, I just remember thinking, everything is going to be alright. The poem was starting to gel in my mind when I needed to run down to the corner store for something. As I sat at the light, I saw the homeless man waiting for the light and those first few lines came to me. The other thing that was very real was my oldest going to Vegas to celebrate his twenty first birthday with friends. I couldn’t help but think of all the things a dad would worry about. I sent the poem to Enya but as yet have not heard back! I’m on the doorstep of heaven
The threshold of vast Stars stretch out before me Like future and past The rocky-mountain view The scented forest moon Caress my city heart Within its loving womb The creamy milky way Stretched out eternally Inviting open space Has also welcomed me To this mountain heaven home With sunrise granite glow Its meadow of surprise Few will ever know The road ahead is clear The joy is in the roam Intoxicating pines Of heaven’s doorstep home David Kettler Written 11/10/15 Note: This poem was inspired by our visit to Dave and Jean VanDenBerg’s home in Markleeville near Lake Tahoe. Watching falling stars in the night sky while lying in bed and arising to the sun exploding off the tops of the mountains. Amazing memories have been permanently etched. The ornament of a meek and quiet spirit
Adorns the tree of life Not for a season or a holiday But for the span of eternal life A pine tree will die as the season fades Ornaments get put away In a box up in the garage For months they will stay The ornament of a meek and quiet spirit Is in style all year It shines and sparkles It’s value so evidently clear Ornaments have meaning To the one from whom they came Special memento To which we lay claim Value the ones to which… A meek and quiet spirit belong It’s a valuable gift to enjoy All the year long David Kettler December 4th 2017 Great men are known
Are known by their work When the going gets tough They aren’t known to shirk You can take their words Take them to the bank It’s not the bars on their chest That gives them their rank Towers of strength With foundation of stone Character lived and Character shown Kindness in the eye Firmness in the walk Strength in the grip And truth in the talk It’s always about you Seldom about them Off on an adventure At the drop of a whim The great men are made But not made by self Worth is not determined By some plaque on the shelf Their worth is given By the one up above The one who is mighty Yet meek as a dove I have known some great men Some great men in my day Who work for their respect Who earn their day’s pay They leave a trail of faith Of courage and good will Real men among us… Who walk that trail still David Kettler November 29th 2017 The peaceful dove sits on the neighbor’s roof
Shingles radiating heat and comfort While water cascades down the fountain And the blue jay seems aloof Vapor trails painted in the sky By unwitting planes Among the temporary cirrus clouds And distant whistles of trains Sparrows call to order a meeting at the birdfeeder Amongst the jasmine and bougainvillea Twinkle lights strung from palms trees Whose ignorant fronds Have no idea Pines reaching high and looking down from their skyboxes Sheltering their treasures And various kit foxes The crack of well-done almonds The smell of island get-aways Caress my rest And amuse the flying jays David Kettler April 22nd 2017 What is crazy
What is sane What constitutes Gray matter In the human brain? Is it not being unsettled Questioning it all Wondering aloud At the shooting star’s fall? Complacency is stability Or is it not? Is the apple that falls Not the one that will rot? I think and I ponder The deep and the vast Envision the future Question the past Live in the moment Think just a little Question the depths While wiping the spittle David Kettler 08/23/17 Apathetic eyes
Look on the broken man Carry on their way He was not part of their plan Another set of eyes View the very same scene Compassion and love Bring comfort serene One thinks… “He got what he deserved” On a downward road The other’s heart opens And kindness flowed All eyes see The very same state Not all hearts care Not all can relate Do you see someone in need? Do you have the things to give? Do you see another bleed? Do you help them to live? The beaten man… …also has eyes I was wrong… Hear my cries… I am sorry Please forgive me Deep in your debt Anyone can see Now open my eyes to let me see The half alive in front of me Give me compassion Throughout my days Let there be kindness Found in my gaze David Kettler 11/6/17 |
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