On Meditation

 

 

On Meditation

 

“Non-doing” or just “letting go”;
 Each meditative term,
I contemplate my “breath-in-breath”,
But, soon I start to squirm!

 

I’m not supposed to expect change,
Just seek what is within,
And, yet if I feel “good” inside,
It’s not a “Loss” or “Win!

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I’ve always had a problem,
For I never could sit still,
I may just have to find a diff’rent,
High blood pressure pill!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
October 30, 2013

 

 

Gabriel the Captain and Elijah the Pirate

Elijah the pirate was kind as you’ll find in a ship that was black as his hat,
And, Gabriel the Captain in the King’s command would chase his own good brother, that’s that,
Elijah would seek only gold that is hid by the other old pirates at sea,
Yet, Gabriel was bound to just bring back the gold and the loot for his king and country.

 

Around island bend with the dawn in his eye the fine Captain Old Gabriel would shout,
“I see the black ship! Drop the sail! Anchor down, or the ‘Pirate’ will see us about!”
Elijah with telescope firm in his hand saw the King’s ship all coming around,
With all calmness he turned to his crew as he said, “Let us show the fine ‘Cap’ what we’ve found!”

 

“Turn about; sail our ship within twelve hundred yards, and then fire one canon astray,”
“I want to parlay, No, I do not want war, for I know we will friends this day!”
By midday Elijah was boarding King’s ship, as he asked for some water to drink,
As Gabriel approached then Elijah just smiled as he said, “We must sit down and think!”

 

“Gabriel my brother, I love you so dear, remember our parting from home,”
“You’re ten; I was six when our father he’d sail on ocean’s great waters and foam,”
“Our mother had died so he took us with him on his ship, and we slaved in the mess,”
“We scrubbed every pan, every kettle and pot; we were stuck and we had no redress!”

 

“But, then we succumbed to that rare storm at sea when the whirlpool just took our ship down,”
“The hull it caved in while the cold water raged, and I hugged you once more for we’d drown,”
“I woke from the depths I was on this black ship where the skull and cross bone flag did fly,”
“I learned to survive with my pistol and sword; had I not then I surely would die.”

 

“I learned through the years you survived the ship wreck on this island by King’s ship you were found,”
“And, now we are here on this desolate shore, not by duty but fate we are bound,”
Now Gabriel stood, and he walked to the rail as he peered at the white barren beach,
“Before father died he just gave me a map, and he said, “The treasure’s in reach!”

 

“He handed me also a link of chain from an anchor all rusted and bent,”
Elijah reached out took the link in his hand rubbed his thumb; said “I know what is meant-“
“By the link of this chain, and the old anchor moved that now rests at the base of a tree,”
“Tonight we will land on the shore with the map, and the link so that we will be free.”

 

They found Elijah’s anchor by the tree he said he’d found,
And, with the map that Gabriel had a chain was in the ground,
With rusty link the brothers bound the link that father gave,
A wondrous light began to glow from hallowed grave!

 

The ground it shook and opened up a golden lightened sheen,
Out of an island mountain near their father could be seen,
Now walking up to sons he states, “It took a great long while,”
“Let’s sail once more, upon the seas, then rest upon this isle!”

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
October 23, 2013

 

 

Just gaze as simple pond reflects,
With noble human intellects,
The water or the sky above,
Which one of these did man think of?

 

We’ve catalogued the greenery,
And, fauna in the scenery,
We know the content of each star-
In galaxies both near and far.

 

Now, yet some scoffers doubt that God,
Created this; I think that odd,
When they don’t know; they like to jeer,
They roll their eyes, and laugh and sneer.

 

A random roll of dice they say,
Produced the world in which we play,
Entombed within this mortal spool,
If we are wrong; then we’re the fool.

 

But, one man came to change it all,
Jesus the Christ and sin would fall-
The scoffers say what sin is this?
My life is fine and all is bliss.

 

The world’s defined on this great point,
Did Jesus rise, and then anoint,
His followers to spread the news,
New life is yours within the blues!

 

When you are on your death bed such,
You reach to Christ; it’s not a crutch,
The prodigal in life did roam,
He asked forgiveness, and was home!

Peter Lowell Paulson
October 22, 2013

 

 

How Lovely

How lovely can a woman be?
You sitting there across from me,
Your honey hair falls by your chin,
A sideward glance; a little grin.

 

You are a fixture in my life,
My lifelong lover, and my wife,
My heart each second; moment calls,
Just as a ferment river falls.

 

And, as it falls it falls unto,
A crystal stream that is so blue,
True blue as every sky we see,
How can it be? How can it be?

 

When you were just a little girl,
One angel touched your honey curl,
Then reached across some magic line,
And, bound it to a curl of mine.

 

That is the best that I can think,
And, I don’t even want to blink,
You sitting there across from me,
How lovely can a woman be?

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
October 5, 2013

 

 

My Love

 

Chalk so gray that it belays,
The drawing of our bygone days,
The dark so black,
The bright so white,
Three blocks I walk to hold you tight!
And, I will hold your hand tonight!
By, God, together we’ll be free,
To set our couple’s destiny,
I’m nothing ‘til I reached to you,
In my surprise you touched me too!
Oh, wintry wind. Please blow me down,
Down to my lover’s part of town,
Our parents will as ages move,
Will see we love, and will approve,
And, as it goes the black and white,
The drawing of our bygone days,
Are colored, brilliant, bright displays!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
October 2, 2013

 

 

Oh, My Baby

 

(To standard Fifties Rock and Roll “Beat”
Specifically to Roy Orbison’s “Mean Woman Blues”)

 

Oh, my baby, shake rattle and roll,
Oh, my baby, shake rattle and roll,
I got a good, good woman full of rhythm and soul!

 

She wears Capri pants, and she can dance,
Kicks off her shoes; you can’t lose,
I got a good, good woman full of rhythm and soul,
She rolls over me like a steamroller roll!

 

She’s a steamroller girl; she knocks me down,
Yah, pretty girl you’re the best in town,
I got a good, good woman full of rhythm and soul,
There are times, there are times, I feel it takes its toll!

 

I got good, good woman full of rhythm and soul,
I got good, good woman full of rhythm and soul,
Travel east, west, south and to the North Pole,
That good, good woman is my shake rattlin’ goal!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
October 2, 2013

 

Family

 

In nature all of family’s best,
A babe close held at mother’s breast,
A toddler holds his father’s hand,
And, hears his fervent voice command.

 

Two parents needed desperately,
One cooks a meal; the other free,
While Mom deals with the diaper deed,
The other children Dad must feed.

 

On, on it goes as families grow,
These little ones we’ve come to know,
The boisterous ones, the quiet, shy,
We love them all! Oh, my! Oh, my!

 

Now think about when you have grown,
As child has child; their very own,
You grasp upon the joy within,
And, feel the universe just spin!

 

You know that you have done what’s right,
The children raised; you've fought the fight,
It never was the push and shove,
It was the laughs, the hugs, and love!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
October 1, 2013