Passerby

Within the steamy, hot, filled day,
I find your smile, and see my way.
You’re merely a passerby on the street,
Yet, there’s a unity, a common beat.

Oh, too often we look away.
Not sharing what we could actually say.
Limiting life of its attraction.
Seeing the other for only a fraction.

Smile and find what you can see,
For somewhere within you is also me.
Dear, sweet child, of distant wonder,
Find your true self, awake from your slumber.

CAWatson 8/29/2007

Learn To Stay Calm

When the sinister come to town,
There’s no use in turning around.
‘Cause they’ve already stopped your mother,
And they know where to find your brother,
And you have no place to go under ground.

There’s a thickness and holding in the air.
The Internet’s swelling of a stock market scare.
Whistle blowers have all been put away.
‘They’ don’t want no one telling what they did today.
And, I’d been working so hard to relax without a care…

The ‘blind’ man’s betting it’ll take a big fall.
He’s put it up high so he can win it all.
It seems like eventually a person would have enough.
I mean, after a while, isn’t it all merely material fluff?
But, greed digs deep till they have all they ever saw.

There’s conflicting stories of money in the palm.
Someone’s getting rich while others lose the farm.
Our ‘leaders’ resigning with corruption on their tongue.
How many more will go, how many more will run?
So, now in alarm, I must learn to stay calm.

CAWatson8/27/2007

Vance

He saw it happening,
There were guns for sale.
It was government property,
He told, and it started hell.

They came down on him
With force and mistrust.
He was trying to help,
They were trying to bust.

He was ethical.
That was his mistake.
They weren’t dealing in ethics.
Those feelings were fake.

Money was made.
Through the palm and dollar.
They didn’t need no wise kid,
Around to holler.

There’s lists of others.
The big ‘H’ might ring a bell.
No one can touch them,
They’re the big boys pail.

Wars are their  business.
They’re a high dollar sale.
And what happens behind them,
You better not tell.

CAWatson 8/25/2007

Bob

Oh, Mr. Dylan
Don’t you know
You’re the one.

You’re the one
Who’s been there
To ‘hold’ me.

As a person,
I don’t know,
You at all.

But, Bob, my dear,
Your words have
Flown free.

They’ve told me
Stories
That have taken
My heart.

They’ve told me
Stories
Of Danger.

They’ve swallowed me
Yet,
We are worlds apart.

But,
I thank you, Darlin’
From deep in my heart.

That cat,
On the shoulder,
It’s a picture of greed.

And, that Diplomat,
It made me
Take heed.

I left ol’ Maggie,
Couldn’t stay
On the farm.

Just couldn’t do it,
Times were changin’

You have no idea,
Why you’re a man
With a vision.

The wild dog barks,
Without,
Knowing the reason.

There was loving, and crying,
and growin’,
Thru the years.

Your songs were helpin’,
To express,
All our fears.

So, Bobby, Darlin’,
just sing me a song.

It’s only time now,
Till one of us is gone.

cawatson 8/21/2007

Just as the dawn is the forerunner, the vanguard of the rising sun, so too, possession of virtue is the forerunner, the vanguard of the rising of the Noble Eightfold Path. - Buddha

Within

In the stillness of humid heat,
I feel pressed,
Weighted with no relief,
Then slowly from within,
I hear the beat.

So slow, so soft, so deep,
Keeping faith,
Knowing time is here to wait,
Patience at a steady pace,
Peace will come, no need to weep.

Closets full of unworn dreams,
Dressing pretty,
Or dressing sleek,
All our choices hanging in rows,
No need to play disillusional schemes.

I was once a young girl fair,
Caught in others wants,
Trying to find the me,
Searching only outwardly,
Now, from within, I’ve learned to care.

CAWatson 8/12/2007

Fairies in the Garden

In the garden, under the moon,
Stay quiet and still, you’ll see the fairies soon.
A shiny wing moving,
I see an acorn hat,
He’s riding on a lightning bug.
Can you imagine that?!

They gather when the full moon shines.
The katydids play and sing remembered lines.
The grasshoppers start to fiddle,
The fairies dance and play.
The Queen makes her breathtaking entrance.
She’s the gentlest of all, they say.

They drink flower dew from butter cup petals,
And have vegetables cooking in big handmade kettles.
They laugh and talk.
And entertain all night.
Oh, fairyland under the leaves,
Is truly a magical sight.

When the morning dew starts to fill the night air.
They pack up and put up and disappear the whole affair.
Ahhh, fairies in the garden
On moonlit nights.
They fill my heart and dreams
With such blessed delights.

A few may stay sleeping till the morning light.
They may have been too tired to walk through the night.
So, be very careful,
When a fairy ring you see.
They could have been there dancing,
Till the early hour of three.

CAWatson8/2007

Whispering Lament

In the shortness of her breath,
Came a sound of whispering lament.
Her eyes searched for peace,
Amongst the starry firmament.

No castles floated in the skies,
No stars twinkled in her eyes,
Yet peace reached down and guided her,
As death encroached with its favorite lure.

Time had played her through the sun.
She had romped and she had won.
Children had bounced upon her knee,
And soon that life would readily flee.

Into smoothness she would pass.
Into life’s webbing, she would be at last.
Into the universe with stars as her veil,
Leaving the body that had become so frail.

CAWatson8/2007

Life Is Open

Through the sounds of distant thunder,
I see you struggling with the ‘lost boy’ wonder.
See you try to stand so tall.
See your fears of “what if you fall”.
Seeing the love, that you hold under.

You are now a ‘grown up’ man.
Now it’s your choice how you plan.
Is your path drugged in the past?
Or is that a link you’ll break at last.
It’s up to you, you know you can.

Life is open to what you dream.
Responsible caring is a possible theme.
There are so many ways to drift.
Make sure yours has a peaceful lift.
And all will be, as it should seem…

CAWatson 7/26/2007

Whipped Cream Castles

There’s a story told,
From behind the stars,
Of whipped cream castles,
And cherry cream balls.

There’s also a cold and dreary night,
When creatures move outside of the light.
Ring tailed Goblins and things turned sour,
Were all that crept in that distant hour.

The whipped cream castles had no fort.
And the cherries were only good for eating in court.
So, the Goblins came with a fork and spoon,
They ate it all and left only gloom.

No more castles behind the stars.
There was no happiness in the Goblins cause.
They wrote a deed that drifted for years gone by,
Till in a garden, a young lad did spy.

He read it carefully and saw the Goblin clause,
And ran to his mother for some cherry cream balls.
He built a castle that very day.
And sometime that night the good fairies took it away.

So, at night when he looks at the stars above.
He sees whipped cream castles, all filled with love.
And he knows he stopped the Goblins claws,
‘Cause he ruled happiness as the best of the laws.

CAWatson7/2007