Mike Bedell's Poetry Corner

Discussion in 'Church of the Good Earth' started by shameless_heifer, Jan 7, 2013.

  1. roamy

    roamy Senior Member

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    Verses

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    Flowing from our Souls

    Knowledge
    Knowledge
    No control
    The pen takes over

    Another poem..................
     
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    -nice miss Roamy and thank you
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    roamy Senior Member

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    your welcome mike.welldone on your latest new poem :)
     
  4. mike bedell

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    thanks miss Roamy I am so sadden by the truth of that poem bc I love my country but am ashamed of the ppl in power.
     
  5. roamy

    roamy Senior Member

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    it still dose'nt take from the all the beauty of your country that do love mike.:)
     
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    HOPE​

    Tis a beautiful bird that flies upon high
    its wings are silvery white
    it never stops winging its way 'cross the sky
    it journeys on into the night
    within its breast it carries life giving breath
    as onward and onward it flies
    pushing forward on its white wings of death
    stopping when only it dies
    it feels no sorrow, nor fear, nor the end
    for life and death are as one
    life is like the tide and the wind
    death like the moon and the sun.​
     
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    FAITH IN THE DISTANCE

    MY FAITH IS IN THE DISTANCE
    BE IT IN MILES OR IN TIME
    FOR THE DISTANCE HOLDS THE FUTURE
    AND THE FUTURE HOLD[​IMG]S MY PEACE OF MIND​
     
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    SWEET SISTER SARAH​

    SWEET SISTER SARAH SAT SILENTLY SEWING
    SOMETHINGS SERIOUSLY STRANGE SHE SAYS
    SO SLOWLY STANDING, SHE SINGS SOME SAD SONGS
    WHILE STRUMMING HER SILVER THREADS.​

    AS ADGILE ANGELS APPEAR ABOVE ALPINE ARCHES
    AGELESS AND AWARE
    ARTFULLY AVOIDING APPROACHING ARCHERS
    AIMING ARROWS OF DISPARE.​

    THEN THOUUGHLY THINKING THE TRANSMITTING THOUGHTS
    THAT THUNDER THROUGH THEES
    THOSE TWEEKLING TEARS THAT TENDERLY TOUCH
    THE TOTALITY OF ALL THAT SWEET SISTER SARAH SEES.​


    MIKE[​IMG] BEDELL​
     
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    INTEGRITY​

    I AM BUT A MAN IN THIS WORLD FULL OF HATE,
    BUT STILL THERE IS ONE THING THAT I ANTICIPATE.​

    SOME DEMAND RIGHTS AND LIBERTY,
    BUT WHAT I ASK FOR IS INTEGRITY.​

    IF I DONT HAVE INTEGRITY, IVE ONLY MYSELF TO BLAME
    WHERE WITH RIGHTS AND LIBERTY, ITS NOT THE SAME.​

    RIGHTS AND LIBERTY ARE THE LAW OF THE LAND,
    BUT INTEGRITY IS UP TO EACH AND EVERY MAN.​

    THE WORD INTEGRITY HOLDS MUCH IN MEANING
    HONEST,SOUNDNESS OR A STATE OF BEING.​

    SO GIVE ME INTEGRITY OR GIVE ME DEATH
    FOR WITHOUT INTEGRITY, FREEDOM IS BUT WAISTED BREATH.​

    mike [​IMG] bedell​
     
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    Take away my anger
    take away my pain
    take away these insecuitys
    I have carried for all these years.

    -Take awaY MY Sadness
    Take away my pain
    Take away the negative voice
    That echoes in my brain.

    Take away my guilt
    Take away my shame
    Take away the self-centeredness
    That leaves my socially lame.

    Take away my disbeliefs
    Take away my doubt
    Take away my loneliness
    And this feeling of being left out

    Take away my shortcomings
    Take away my sin
    Take away my unworthiness
    And let my life begin

    Yes, take these things
    That ruin my life
    And let them be my past

    So I can raise my hands to the heavens
    And shout to all the world
    "THAT IM ME AT- L-AST, IM ME AT LAST
    OH THANK GOD,, IM ME AT LAST"


    j.mICHAEL bEDELL

















    ay my anger
    take away my[​IMG]
     
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    welldone! on all your new poems mike, great stuff.


    Shadow

    Nothing or nobody is my shadow
    In the darkness and the light
    New knowledge springs
    New awakenings

    Of different things.........
     
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    DOUBLE WOW, miss Roamy thats a beautifully powerful poem Thank you
    I love it when you post here it make my heart happy to hear from your heart. So this one's for you from me.
    THE CURSE OF A POET
    I SUFFER THE CURSE OF A POET
    LET ME TRY TO EXPLAIN WHAT I MEAN
    MY MIND IS NEVER A REST, BUT ON A CONSTANT QUEST
    TO UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING THAT I'VE SEEN
    EVERY WORD THAT I HEAR ENTERS MY EAR
    AND RATTLES AROUND IN MY BRAIN
    I MUST SORT, STACK AND FILE
    EVERY ONCE IN AWHILE
    JUST TO KEEP ME FROM GOING INSANE
    AND EVERY FEELING I FEEL
    BE IT IMAGINED OR REAL
    I CAN'T JUST PUSH IT ASIDE
    NOR CAN I BURY IT SO I HAVE TO CARRY IT
    FOR I'VE LEARNED THAT BURRIED FEELINGS
    ARE BURRIED ALIVE.
    THEN ALL THOSE THOUGHTS AND IDEAS
    BE THEM MINE, HERS OR HIS
    GO WITH ME WHEN I CLIMB INTO BED
    SO I LAY AWAKE IN MY BED
    WITH ALL THOSE WORDS IN MY HEAD
    ARE THEY ILLUSIONS OR REAL?
    IT'S SO HARD TO DEAL
    WHEN I'M NOT SURE HOW I FEEL
    BUT THEN DOES IT REALLY MATTER?
    PERHAPS I'M THE MAD HATTER
    AND FORGOT WHAT I WANTED TO SAY.
    IF IT'S BEEN SAID BEFORE
    SHOULD IT BE SAID SOME MORE?
    WILL IT MAKE IT ALRIGHT
    IF I CAN SHED SOME MORE LIGHT?
    OR OFFER SOME INSIGHT?
    wHAT'S THAT, YOU SAY THAT IT MIGHT
    BUT I'M TOO TIRED TO WRITE
    LET ME JUST TURN OFF THE LIGHT
    AND SURRENDER THE FIGHT
    AT LEAST FOR TONIGHT.
    BUT I CAN'T STOP THE WHEELS
    THEY SPILL AND THEY SPIN
    SO I'LL TRY WRITING AGAIN
    THE ONLY WAY I CAN WIN
    IS INSIDE MY PEN.
    I MUST WRITE THE RIGHT WORDS
    ALL IN THE VRIGHT WAY
    TO EXPRESS WHAT I'M FEELING
    AND WHAT MY HEART HAS TO SAY.
    BUT THERE IS MY EGO BLOCKING THE WAY.
    TO TELL MY TRUTHS I MUST WRITE FROM MY HEART
    BECAUSE WHEN YOU'RE WRITING POETRY
    THAT'S WHERE YOU START
    WHEN YOUR EGO WRITES POETRY
    IT COMES FROM YOUR HEAD
    AND DOESN'T COME CLOSE
    TO WHAT YOUR HEART COULD HAVE SAID.

    mike bedell​
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  14. roamy

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    thanks mike.ya i like it in here mike ,cos theres no bad stuff.welldone! mike on your new poem.its a mixture of so many different things.very interesting.:)
     
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    I spent the night at a friends houseboat in Sausalito where I lived for several years after wondering in the wilderness of life after losing my
    tribe. (US) before I discovered the houseboat waterfront comunity in Sausalito. At the same time we were in the Haight doing our thing, there
    was a group of hippies in Sausalito doing their thing. They started the now
    world famous Sausalito houseboat thing on the north end of town. The
    companys that ran the ferry boats on the San Francisco bay would abandon their old boats there so the hippies had lots of material to build a home that floats. I'm not going to reiterate on their story right now, but I will later. when I stumbled upon them after years of conforming to the requirements of working for the machine and the drug habit I aquired to be comfortably numb working for the machine found these hippies and moved onto the waterfrount and abandoned the machine. I had found my lost tribe in their spirit and felt safe enough to simply let my spirit evolve and eventually restarted my spiritual journey which got me off of the drugs and back to the church of the good earth. THANK YOU GOD. I was blessed with the friendship of an old english hippie who lived out on the bay. His name is Allen Styles, he was the road maneger for Pink Floyed for 20 years. He was not just the road maneger, but a childhood friend of Roger Waters. He died last year here in Marin. He was my best friend on the waterfront and when he got too old to handle the life of an anchor out, he asked me to take over his floating shanty out on the bay. I miss
    you Allen so this poem is for you.

    THE SUN SLOWLY RISES ON OLD GATE 5 ROAD
    I'M HERE ON THE WATERFRONT AS THE DAY STARTS TO UNFOLD
    I SLEPT LAST NIGHT THOUGH I GOT LITTLE REST
    I'M GOING THROUGH A SPIRITUAL EVOLVEMENT
    AND MY SPIRIT IS FEELING STRESSED
    I WOKE UP FEELING LIKE THE MAD HATTER
    I'M LATE, I'M OH SO LATE
    I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M LATE FOR,
    I JUST KNOW THAT IT WON'T WAIT
    SO I ASKED A ROOSTER CROWING
    "WHAT TIME COULD IT BE?"
    THE ROOSTER SAID "HOW IN THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW?
    TIME MEANS NOTHING TO ME"
    "AND HAVEN'T YOU NOTICED, I CROW NIGHT AND DAY
    SO LEAVE ME ALONE, JUST GO AWAY"\
    I THEN ASKED THE TIME FROM A PIG AND A DOG
    THEY DIRECTED MY ATTENTION
    TO TWO DRUNKS SITTING ON A LOG.
    I THOUGHT THEY WERE SAYING IT WAS A QUARTER TO TWO
    BUT ONE WAS ASKING ME FOR A QUARTER AND THE OTHER WAS SAYING
    "FUCK YOU"
    I HAS TO LAUGH AT MYSELF AND SLOWLY WALK AWAY
    GONE WAS MY CONCERN ABOUT THE TIME OF DAY
    SO I WENT OVER TO THE COFFEE SHOP
    AND HAD A MORNING CUP OF TEA
    AND ENJOYED THE FACT
    THAT I HAD NO PLACE TO BE.
    SO I KICKED BACK AND RELAXED
    AND ENJOYED THAT WHOLE DAY
    I GUESS LIKE OTTIS REDDING MUST HAVE ENJOYED
    FROM HIS DOCK ON THE BAY.​


    f.y.i. Ottis wrote Dock on the bay from Main Dock in Sausalito
    thank you for letting me go on and on but if your reading my poetry
    then you are reading my heart and I want you to feel what i'm saying
    and understand where i'm coming from with my poem. if you have a problem with that, fuck you, go buy a book. I write my poetry for me,
    but i love you enough to share it with you.
    with love mike bedell​

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    LADY BLUE

    I saw your eyes through a mist of smoke
    I heard your voice as you softly spoke.

    I felt your hair as you brushed by
    when you said "excuse me" I thought I'd die

    Isaw your smile, as I smelled your perfume
    such a heavenly odor that faded too soon.

    I wanted so badly to taste your lips
    and let my arms incircle your hips.

    but to do this would surly scare you away
    so I patiently waitedforanotherday.

    But that day never came so we had not the chance
    to share with eachother the dance of romance.

    So I'll walk this earth in search of you
    until we meet again my Sweet Lady Blue.

    mike's [​IMG] back​
     
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    :seeya: mike.cool! your back. hows things ? great new poem mike.welldone! :2thumbsup:
     
  19. shameless_heifer

    shameless_heifer Super Moderator Super Moderator

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    Yay Mike,

    Great Poem Mike, Keep up the good works man

    lovin you
    cakes
     
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    Hello there miss Roamy, and thank you for waiting on my return. As it is
    known I went and spent a couple of days visiting with Sag Darel who I
    had not seen in 40 or 45 years the whole event was so special and rare
    that I went into it with my eyes, ears, heart and spirit wide open knowing
    that my brother had the spiritual inlightenment that was missing in my life.
    Well, I was right about that and what my brother passed on to me was so powerful and life changing that when I left our visit I went back home and
    kicked open the door to the art world (the club) I say this every chance
    I get and you can quote me as saying it. ("I DONT MAKE TIME IN MY LIFE
    FOR MY ART, I MAKE TIME IN MY ART FOR MY LIFE") I will tell everyone
    what it was thatSag Deral gave me. It was a love that was so big, so
    powerful, so pure, so honest and so complete that it made me very
    uncomfortabe because I didnt feel worthy of it, I would laugh and joke
    in my nervousness but Darel refused to let me squerm out of it. He held
    me there for I dont know how long but it was long enough for me to
    get comfortabe with it and except all the love this man was blessing me with. I'm sure I was hearing angels singing "LET IT BE" The spiritual lesson
    I got from this was that if my dear brother can love me that strong after
    40 or 45 years then there has to be something in me thats lovable so
    out of respect for my brother I will find it, charish it, build upon it and give it to the world. Thank you Darel. And having that said I want everyone
    to know that Darel is the most honest and real person I have ever known
    and he flies the biggest, brightest, boldest FREAK FLAG I have ever seen
    love to all Mike Bedell[​IMG]
     

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