Guildford Windley

A Rainy morning
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The rain a taping on the window pane
The trees swishing in the breeze
The burst of the wind
Gives you pause
As
Thunder cracks the air
While the skies fill with light
The air is of chill
As we rise from the long night
Hot coffee, a brewing on the stove
Breakfast a cooking
The smells of the cooking
lets one’s tummy know its time to chow down
As the rain keeps coming down
In the warm room, we be
Out of the rain are we
Sitting by the window
In the warmth of the room
Are we
A day, free of care
No work can be done
Sitting in our jammies
As the rain comes down
A patterning of drops makes a sound as they splat on the glass
All foggy is the window due to the heat
Getting hard to see traffic on the street
A sip of hot coffee
As I sit in my old comfy chair
A day free of care
As the rain taps my window pane
And the trees whisper
A song to my ears
Life goes on as people run by
Sloshing through a river
Where a sidewalk once was
I pity the poor souls
As they trudge on their way
The look on their face
A sadness I would say
The coldness and wetness
That they must feel
As the rain falls
No place to hide or stay dry
Alas, with concern on my face
I turn back to my book
Some reading I now have time do
I change the page
Of this interesting book
That I’m reading
Suddenly feeling empathy
For all the poor souls that I’ve seen
I turn and put another log on
The fire!
Guildford H Windley
February 13, 2019

A New Bright Day
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In the morning light, I see a new bright day
In the eyes of a curious child, I see a new bright day
When I see two young lovers kiss in the moonlight, I see a new bright day
The birth of a newborn, for the first time in their mother’s arms
When I hear of bravery, valor or just simply giving a hand
I see a new bright day
In the eyes of a kitten or a little pup
Birds dancing in the air
The trees of the forest
For their shade and their air
A field of wildflowers with a sweet scent in the air
Mountains with snow caps in the clouds
The beaches, bless with the sea and touch by the Sun
The bounty of food
Big cities, little towns
Villages and hamlets bound by the sea
By rivers where they flow
Lakes high in the hills
In all of these things, a new will come
A day when all people will sing
No matter their color
No matter their age
No matter their gender
Or where they come from
We all need each other
We are linked together
Like we need the water
Like we need the air
All creatures big or small
Together
We live on this little ball
In a universe
So big
We
Are so lost
In the dust
Of
Milky Way
A Galaxy
That’s really insignificant
Our lives, our emotions
To us, so important
But in time and in space
Our thoughts
Are mere blink of an eye
So smile my friend
Look around, see
The new bright day

Guildford H Windley
February 12, 2019

Follow your rainbow
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Look to the rainbow
When the storm has passed
Watch the sunrise
After the long cold night
The smell of the fresh scent after the rain
Look inside of you, not as others
Your brilliance is within you
Don’t be afraid to find your way
For the courage you have
It has been with you all the way
Don’t look self-doubt
Don’t be swayed by others
Be yourself not a copy of others
For the beauty is there, it’s in you
You are the rainbow of many colors
You are the first light of a new morning
The journey you take requires a first step
So follow your rainbow and you’ll find what you’re looking for
Guildford H Windley
February 11th, 2019

What is Love?
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First person:
I found you at last
My heart was empty
My soul incomplete
You brought to me the love I sorely needed
In you, I have found peace and happiness!
Second person:
My love for you is unlimited
You have filled my heart with joy
You are the inspiration that gives me courage that keeps me going on
Together our love soars high above the stars!
This is love, my friends:
It does not matter who the first person is
It does not who the second person is
It could be a Man and a Woman
It could be two Women
It could be two Men
It could be people caught in the wrong body
It doesn’t matter
The colors of the body
Cultures
Physical handicaps
Or even political differences
Love is love
The only thing that counts is
Two souls lost in the universe
Find each other
Become as one, while respecting their individuality
And
From all this
They learn to embrace this love they have
And
Each new adventure that they share
For this is life
A
Dance
Of romance
To last until the dawn of never
To Dance across the Universe
A
Waltz
To
Last
Through
Eternity!
Guildford H Windley
February 10, 2019

What Happen To Us
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Where oh where did we go
How did we change so
There was time
We reach for the stars
There was a time
Fought for a cause
Where oh where did we go
There were times we stood for justice
Yes we had our dark side
Genocides and slavery
But I thought
We had grown
It is hard to see the truth
We are feed so much crap
America the land of the just
Is a lie
Power and greed rule
As rich people drink
Of the sweat
Of people who labor
Yet they don’t get far
Our children grow up and are sent off to war
We profit, not
But the rich do
Industrial machine fabricate wars
Wealth in far off lands there to be taken
In return, we leave the lands destroyed
With people whose lives are in ruin
Refugees in search of a future
Now day
America
Home of the brave
Its golden beauty
Tarnish by hate
Walls are required, so they say
To keep the brown people away
Meanwhile
In prison camps children torn from the families
Never to see them again
A deterrent they say
As border thugs of homeland
Torture and rape
Uncaring corrupt
Washington power
Only serve the needs
That feeds the money that they so desire
Where did we go?
From hero to coward
We were looked up to as a nation, now we are just a joke, but no one’s laughing
They the power keeps blinders on us
With distractions and hate
While all around us people are dying
Random shooters and killers
Cops killing black who have done nothing at all
We put people in jail to fill bed that we paid for to keep rich people who ran the jail profitable
It matters not if they innocent or guilty; for black people, its price that they pay to keep a system of corruption going
America the beautiful so I been told, but we have lost our soul
Guildford H Windley
February 9, 2019

Tears from My Eyes
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Tears from my eyes
Flow down my cheek
The pain runs so deep
My hurt is real since I feel
I look into the mirror
I’m no longer there
Who is this person that I see
Why am I so different?
The color of my skin, the true gender within
You just don’t fit in
For they see things the way they want
To control what you are, to keep you at bay
To hold down someone different than them
To keep what privileges, and wealth that they have achieved
If your color is not white, if your gender is not male
You don’t count; you’re here to serve their purpose
Religion, government, and business
Keep you down, for their purpose
To the rich and powerful, your mere pawns
If your gay or transgender or a lesbian
If you’re of a color other than white
To them with all the power, you do not matter
The hate that they create, is used on the masses
My heart and souls aches, for I see in the mirror
The souls of all my brothers and sisters
I’m one with the people of all colors
I’m one with my sisters
I’m one with my brothers
I’m one with all Gay, Lesbians and my sister and Brothers Transgenders
Freedom will come when the people see
That all souls were meant to be free
My tears will be gone and a smile on my face
When I look into the mirror and see that we are all one
A world where we can be who we were meant to be
Free of fear and hate
Where the truth can be heard
That truth is: that love and understanding bring people together and the world is better
That hate will divisiveness will only destroy all of us
Guildford H Windley
February 7, 2019

The Wild Red Rose
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I was six; he was seven when we met back in forty-eight
It was at the playground at our school
My friends and I were sitting on a bench in our pretty new school dresses
We would watch as the boys played
Back then it was that way
As I sat there on that day, he walked over my way
His bright eyes of blue had a twinkle in them
He smiles and looks just at me
Then he handed me a wild red rose he had a pick from the nearby creek
From that day on we were friends, he always would greet me at my door with a wild red rose, and then we talked as we walked to school
As we grew there came a time to date, our first was just one of many, and were really great
He would bring one wild red rose for me each and every day
He told me that where he got the roses was a special enchanted place
A place where only the purest red roses can grow, they are wild and free
Then he said to me when I look into your eyes I see the same enchanted place in thee
As the years went by we took different paths, but we were still friends
I would date other men, and he dated other ladies
But whenever we meet, a wild red rose he would bring
It was after college when I return to the home of my youth
I called him to say hi and told him I was nearby
He said great, how about a date, oh yes said I
When I open the door that night, there, he was, he was dressed so nice, in his suit and of course there was that twinkle in his bright blue eyes and wild red rose by his side
When went to dinner, as I remember it was a wonderful night.
As we left the restaurant and walked down the street
He said the night is so nice and clear it’s not too dark, may we go down to the trail that leads to the park
We stroll through the park to where the creek comes through
He said I want to share a secret with you, this is the magical place where I go
There, in a place near some old willow trees, just a short distance from the water edge were prettiest red roses I have ever seen
He then picked another one for me, but this time it came with a ring, and he got down on his knee
Well it was six months later that the wedding came
It was magical, all our family and friends were there
There were dozens upon dozens of flowers, but none was so special, like that one, he gave to me when we said our vows. A single wild red rose, to seal our love
That was fifty years ago, we had a great life
Every morning rain or shine, he greeted me with a wild red rose, as the sun rose
But then it happens the day that I dread my beloved did not bring me a rose that day, for some time in the night he died
We had a nice ceremony, where I cried and cried
We buried him on a rainy day, I laid a wild rose from our special place on the grave
That was just yesterday, as I sat in our favorite loveseat
A knock do I hear, at the door standing there
My nephew James, with the bright blue eyes he reminded of my own sweet love when he was all so young
Then to my surprise, he gave me a single wild red rose
I promised my uncle that for so long as your spirit is bound to this earth, a wild red rose I shall each day deliver to you
My uncle, he told me to say, that his body may be gone, but his spirit will live on
He, is with you as I say this, he holds you, do feel his kiss
He told me to tell you, you’ll find him on your demise
Down at the end of the trail in the park that leads to the creek
Thereby the grove of old willow trees, just a short distance on the banks above the old slow creek
You’ll find my soul waiting for thee by the place
Where the wild red roses grow
Guildford H Windley
January 31, 2019

Love a Never Ending Game
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Tears of joy, tears of pain
Love is a never ending game
Take my hand, take my heart
Hold me tight, in the dark of night
Kiss my lips with all your passion
Take hold of me with all emotions
Your love is all I desire; my heart is so on fire
What is this game you play that tortures me this way
One minute you find the beauty that I bestow
I see the beauty of your soul, and then you turn away
Once you have had your way
Is it for that other one you crave; the one who holds sway over you?
Why if you want that person so, do you torture me so?
Why cause these tears of joy, and tears of pain
Please let me go if am not the one that will hold your love!
This life I live is complex in many ways
Your strength has been a way to keep me grounded
But your deception leaves me in dismay; I lose all focus and all purpose of the day
What is this game you play; you must choose your way
I will not live this way; my life, my soul must be my own
If that person is who you desire, please leave me now
So that my path will lead me to a place of peace
A place where my heart can heal, a place where my soul can be renewed with the energy to live
Love like this I may never find again, but the freedom from your dominations will give flight to me, so set me free so I can live again
No more tears of joy, no more tears of pain
Unchain my heart
Lift up my spirit
Take your other lover and leave me be!
Guildford H Windley
January 30, 2019

The Definition of Madness
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What madness is this?
That we see today
What happens to the way it was?
Where did it go wrong?
Used to be the Republicans were the bastion of conservatism ready to fight the Russian
Now they are nothing more than Russian whores
Demands for billions for a wall, because it pleases a Nazi bitch, He can’t stand up to Women of power
Ann, call him a wimp and he, cave in
Then Nancy put him in his place, she said no, and no is what she meant
All the while the man he made a fool of, was on his knees kissing his master’s ass in Congress
It was pointed out as true as can be; the fool’s crocodile tears will not do, when workers cannot eat!
You see this wall they want to build, no justification has really been shown
He has not documented the tidal wave of the wild hordes comes across our southern border
The only way he justified billions is with fear and lies
He wants to build a wall through Mission Texas; this wall will cut right through the National Butterfly center, an American treasure it will cost lots of money
He will bulldoze and destroy the home of 200 types of butterfly
For what, a 30 foot high ugly concrete steel wall
Guess what the crime rate is in the Mission area it is 70 % lower than the nation
I think the only crime being commit, is the money lining some pockets of a politician
The people who make a living there will lose the tourist dollar
All this stupid to please an ego of a spoiled child
Meanwhile, people of color are being threatened beaten and murder
White men go on a killing spree all the Republicans will say, our thoughts and prayers and we need God and the second amendment
But if an undocumented does the dirty deed all hell is what we hear
Republicans turn their heads; collect their pay from the NRA
But if an undocumented does the dirty deed all hell is what we hear
What madness is this, what madness is this?
Healthcare, they want to take away so the cost will drop for the rich and powerful
What madness is this? Old and the young discarded so politicians can drain the safety net, no money left as the deficits soar they rich line their pockets
Vets left to die on the street homeless and sick, more will come, since our wars are never ending
Homelessness and poverty is climbing, but the rich don’t give damn, Wall Street high and might
What kind of crazy are we, a society that shove God down your throat no to LGBTQ, no abortion, keep women in their place
Yes they are all about life; once it’s born they like to watch it die
What kind of madness is this anyway?
Russia spends and turns elections, voter laws to reduce people’s rights, suppress and control us
The Supreme Court knows its place vote against the human race
Justice is blind, drink up for, the Constitution you don’t give damn your orders you receive after a white house brief Hell pour that beer, is all they care for
What is the truth, they don’t care, hell more beer
Your right to vote you can lose without a street address
Never mind the Constitution states your right cannot be denied or abridged
Constitution says nothing about a street address
But what the heck they claim the border is a mess
The hordes of people they claim when it’s to their point
Caravans of people, bad people, and sick people start coming
Trumps shouts wails, people demand the wall
Then when the smoke of his ramblings clears
The caravans disappear
We separate kids from their families; in tent cities do we keep them
Poor people come for a better life, turn away for the color of their skin
Russian women have no trouble coming here where children they deliver, are now citizens
The power is not with the people, the oligarchy controls the government
As the deficit source and no taxes are paid
The government is falling apart, but the rich get richer
They keep their power pulling the strings as puppet masters they feed us a line of deceit, they cover our face with the shroud of lies
So we fight and turn on each other, we do not see what is real
For blind our we, by the lies they sell
They keep us down, as fortunes do they make
All the while the fool sits on a golden throne, a wall of deceit
He fiddles his tune with tweets,
Rome burns as he eats hamburgers and watches Fox on TV!
What madness is this, lost in lies are we, what madness is this
As the clock ticks, our freedom slip away
Guildford H Windley
January 26, 2019

The Enemy from Within
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The enemy from within
He smiles with a grin
He shouts slogans and promises
Like he’s pouring whiskey for a drunken man
Keeping feeding them the line
Create deception by divide
Find the weak link in the chain
Turn that into hate
While you are doing that
The Master pulls the strings
For your soul he owns
Bought and paid for with his beguile
He gave you what you crave
Money that you needed for your lifestyle
He played upon your vanity
He strokes your ego; all the while you by what he says
He put you on top, manipulation of the system
Money poured into organized corruption
Feed the system, using lies spread through the media
Distortions of the truth dug up dirt, to silence those who challenge you
What he could not do from without, he did from within
He took the right he now owns them
The future looks bleak as we sink
In gridlock, we are, while the world is lost
Freedom weakness is our own failings
For those who trade their rights for the hate, they sow inside
For those push to take other rights soon lose sight of their own rights
They give away the future for some gold, that is just glitter stone, no real wealth is theirs, for the wealth they were promised, lies in the rich man’s pockets
No freedom can be one if not shared by everyone!
Guildford H Windley
January 24, 2019

Freedom, Dreams and Action
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In righteous joy
In righteous pain
Each step we take May, not be ahead
But in his name, we should persist
For freedoms gained can soon be a loss
There are those who seek a time when their rule was absolute
A, for white hetero male control, with only token rights for those who don’t fit that bill a Freedom is not a gift of man, but that which God intends yes, a land for all to share a place where equality is not a dream
Our rights and freedoms are not assured, but which are gained in righteous struggles, we speak-up so that our voices are heard, one voice can make the different
It takes that lone voice to bring the passion to show the way to action
To stand unafraid to all that opposed the voice of reason
To bring the hope of change to benefit all the people
We have had those who, have come among us, who gave their all, for justice
All struggles begin with injustice, and then voices raise and that they are heard
That first step we take to change the world, to make that world a better place
But ever so, we must take guard for when we are distracted that’s when freedoms and rights can be altered by those in power
Here we are at this point in time
The man-made wolf of the evil kind
Have control of the farm and are leading the lambs to the slaughter
Using all their power they will take away your rights and freedom, in exchange for token promises that will be broken
We have gained so much, from the giants that came before us
Let’s not fall asleep, for each step we take to climb that mountain will be fraught with peril
The climb upon the mountain trail is steep and at times seems insurmountable
But let’s keep our focus clear, and let not the other bring about despair, let’s not find divisions and distractions among us, for they will only destroy us
We have a long way to go, so much injustice
Black people shot in the street by our police
The native girls who disappear, the Forgotten Women
Women’s rights, minority equality, Sexual freedom
The rights of immigrants, both those who came legally or who came for human rights
Workers’ rights and religious freedom, and freedom for a non-believer
These struggles and others we must fight for even when we don’t agree, we need to fight so they are free
Stand up to tyranny, for the road we take has been traveled before by those who saw a better world for all
Now it’s our turn to spread the word
Spoken by heroes of the past
We can dream, but we need to act, for dreams will not come true, until we rise up and changes the rules!
Guildford H Windley
January 21, 2019

A Word About Truth
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Things go unseeing in the dark of night
In the darkness, there is no light to see what there is to be seen
But let the light shine in and a new world well you find
In the darkness, things do happen, and the people will not know
But let some light on it, then people will see the deeds that you sow
You can tell lies, and some people will buy what you say
But the hard part about the lie is keeping it that way
For what is a lie anyway, but a deception of the truth with that said it’s not hard to see people will see through what you do
it when the lie changes to meet a new need
A lie will always give way to the truth
No matter how hard you try, the truth will always come out
A spider web is meant to catch prey, but in the world of deceit the web that you weave will catch those that thought to deceive
In the end, the world will know of your plan, the game that you play will come to an end
The wealth gain at others expense, a bought traitor, a pawn of the enemy who works from within
Down you will fall no matter what you will do those that link themselves to you, will, in the end, turn on you
For you’ll no longer have value to them
Pray you, for a way out of your mess, your stooges may try to bury the truth, they may try to hide it away
But in the end, like the night when it fades away, there comes a brand new day, and with it, the people will learn of your sick evil way!
Guildford H Windley
January 16, 2019

It’s a small Quaint Southern Town
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In a small quaint southern town
They meant and fell in love
But their love was not to be
For it was forbidden
She was white, He was Black
She was rich, he was poor
They tried to keep their love very private
But it was a small town, and word got around
The rumors spread like wildfire
Her family disowned her; His family begged him not to see her
She moved in with him in his run-down home on the edge of town
They were isolated and alone, but they love each other and did not care what the world would say
Then one night they came, there were eight of them
They were covered in white so you could not tell their faces
It was early in the morning just after midnight; the lovers were in bed asleep at the time
The people in white, all of the men broke into the house and grab both of them
The men in white beat the black man until he was near death, then they put a rope around his head
On a nearby tree, they completed their dirty deed
For her, death would not come at first, for the men want to satisfy their needs
One by one they ravage this girl, while each was filling their thirst with rot gut alcohol from the local gin mill
After they were done with the evil they did
They kicked her and beat her and left her for dead
Just as they were laughing and drinking some more
She found strength from deep down in her
She pulls herself up; from a dresser drawer, she got her gun
Before they could move, she began to shoot
Her revolver was loaded with six shots
Her aim at six feet was deadly; she unloaded that gun
She was killed before she could reload
It a was a small southern town full of charm
Some dirt was buried and no one would say
In the small town paper, it was reported next day
That the towns brave sheriff and three of his deputies died in the early morning as they tried to free hostages
Held by a crazed poor black sharecropper on the edge of town
But unfortunately, are brave officer could not save them
In the house they found, dead on the ground one of county wealthy young lady, who had been viciously raped, her father and the local pastor were both shot dead
It appears that the black man took his own life, he was found swinging from a tree
This case is closed, no need to look deeper
It’s a small southern town with a lot of dirty secrets
Guildford H Windley
January 14, 2019

Cry Baby
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Cry baby, cry baby, cry
Pout baby, pout baby, pout
Stomp baby, stomp baby, stomp
Shout baby, shout baby, shout
Oh, what a temper tantrum that you have
Oh you poor lad, it’s a shame when you don’t get your way
Poor baby, are you going to cry today
Your little playmates Lindsey and Mitch, want to share your day, they just want to play with you on the hill
Don’t just sit there and pout, cause you ain’t getting your way
Your new governess Nancy, is in the house
She will have none of your shenanigans today
That foreign friend that you have has way to much influence over you and is causing you trouble, he is taking all of your marbles
When Ms. Nancy says no, you need to listen and do what she says
So wipe the tears from your face and grow a pair, and for God, sakes acted your age.
Guildford H Windley
January 14, 2019

.·A Question of Why a Wall?
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What do you do with your wall?
People will say, why to build this ugly old thing
Rather of steel or concrete
It serves no real purpose in the natural scheme of things
But, it’s one purpose is to divide us
On one side the haves, the other side the have nots
Fear is the con, in this game of power
The drugs won’t stop, supply not the problem
The problem is demand, if not Mexico
Then somewhere else will fill the void
The people who want to come here are seeking a better life, their extremely poor and afraid
The violence from these people is well overblown
MS 13 Is not from the other side of the border
LA is where it’s from; the gang is made up of US Citizens
Some walls are of purpose, such as for prayer
Or to hold a house straight
Some walls are nice when covered with ivy
Some walls are needed for livestock protection
But a wall to divide won’t survive, hate does not solve
It grows like a virus, those who build it out fear
Will never be free, they’ll find that the walls not enough
Then they’ll demand more be done
Onward will spin, throwing more money at a fear that’s not real
While what is important goes on heeled
If those at the top want to solve this tragic problem the answer is with caring and love
Instead of blaming Mexico and Central America
We need to form an alliance to improve people’s lives in that region
You want to spend 5.7 Billion, it should be spent down in Central America, we stole their wealth and ruin their culture, the least we can do is repair the damage
As for drugs, I would say the only answer is legalize
The government-funded program of caring with onsite sales in a safe environment
Drive down the price and you won’t have a problem
You can close most of the for-hire prison and save billions
For if those hooked on a drug, if they can afford, then they won’t steal
So you see if you want to solve the problem, get real
The answer is not in hate or fear
The answer is to break down walls and barriers
In their place build love, trust, and respect!
Guildford H Windley
January 10, 2019

A New Year Greeting
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As I sit here pondering the past
A year now at an end
I see hope ahead, for I’m an optimist
The evil and the hate that we see today
Will like falling leaves from a tree one day blow away
In the eyes of the young, I see a sparkle of the innocent
A spirit of change
New energy, new beliefs, a world that can be
For the future is in them, not the old who lost their way
I see that like new seeds planted in the land just before the fall
They’ll rise upon the new spring sun, blooming in the wind
A new day will bring together all those torn apart
Will bridge the gap of our misunderstandings
To see what can be done, when we all come together
For united we are stronger, then the chasm that divides us
The young will bring forth a renew of fortitude to find the answers in new ways, answers that old skeptics could not see
A New Year brings a hope; anew for me and you that somehow we finally learn that the answers to words of God are simply clear.
Love all, and forgive those who have done wrong: help all who needs a hand, share what bounty that you have.
Turn away from anger and hate; find a way to care
Remember the Garden of Eden, never went away, it is all around us, we’re just too blind to see it. So open your eyes to the truth look and you’ll find it!
Guildford H Windley
December 31, 2018

Moments of One’s Life
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As the leaves fall from the winter trees
Life changes just a little, but do we notice
As the river flows each drop of water goes by
Life changes as time goes by, but do we notice
Life is what it is
Some good, some bad, some seem to change not at all
But life goes on; it’s not the same from day to day but do we notice
It may appear the same old routine, as the hours go by
But no, there are subtle little changes
Changes we do not see, with the passing of each day
Like pages in a book, they may look the same
But when you read each page, you see different words or phrases
The winter waits for the spring to renew itself
We, on the other hand, wait for love
Understanding and caring as we fade into irrelevance
The change of life is there, it’s moving as we speak
Our time comes and goes, like each winter snow
The land changes just a little, that we don’t see the movement of the land, we just don’t notice the changes that there be
We are just same we change just a little, but in time what was, is gone, by then it’s too late
Like when you finish one page, you move on to the next
This won’t end until, the end, and then it’s too late for the things you missed in the words you missed
For in the end those precious moments are all gone
Such as life, each moment is so important, but we take it all too often, just for granite
Add up all those lost moments and what you have is a story of one’s life, just like a book
Such a pity that we see this in old age, at the end
Time wasted, time lost, when we could not see an end
Moments were not so important then!
Guildford H Windley
December 29, 2018

Emotions
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I cried little inside of me
For to show emotion is weak
Or so they say
To stand there and take it like a man
But what is a man, a machine
There is much beauty in this world of ours
Such wonders to behold
Things that we really don’t see
As we try to keep our humanity down deep
Those who make the rules want only a machine
For a machine will not question the command
They’ll do as demanded
For a machine has no emotion, no heart or devotion
It does not think, it does not care, it’s just a machine
The system functions well for the top
Keep the people in line, working and buying
Stuff that turns to junk
A vicious circle that only ends in death
When a person shows signs of emotions
When they don’t fit in like the master wants
They are cast aside like all the other junk
For the system to work, the machines must obey commands
But as the society marches to its own destruction
Slowly Eden is dying, when it’s gone so is man
Today I cried a little, it came out of my eyes
When the fog of a cloud cleared from my eyes
I could see the truth
When you see what has been done
When your brain turns on
You’ll question what the system has done
Emotions rise up from within
From the ashes of a dysfunctional system
Thus humanity is born
To save the beauty of this Eden, to make it whole again
One must burn with emotions from within
Be mad as hell, and demand a change to the system
Instead of perfect machines that cannot feel, cannot think
Let humanity burst forth, it may not be perfect
But it can feel, it can love, and it can think
The solutions to man’s problems lie not in a cold calculating machine
But in a warm beating heart, with a soul full of passion
Emotions to save our souls, when that’s complete Eden will be restored!
Guildford H Windley
December 26, 2018

Mendocino Dreaming
On a bluff above the rugged cliffs sits a sentinel overlooking the sea, the old white gazebos stands.
For years on end, it sits looking out to the sea, waiting for the next bride to be or the person looking back on a memory.
In a place on the northern California coast is a county that haunts my soul. Its rocky craggy shore, hidden beaches lie in forlorn gullies. Tall redwoods and pine trees climb into the coastal hills. Here on the Mendocino coast is a place of idyllic beauty, where little villages and towns dot the winding coast, jutting out on bluffs of green, or hidden beneath the forest canopy.
In my heart and in my dreams I find myself drawn to this place, a place of magic where one can hear the sounds of the ocean sing and see whales and seals dances and frolic in the sea. A place where waves splash high on little islands of rock that lie just offshore, only a temporary stop as the relentless waves move once more to the weather walls of sandstone, these mountains that rise from the ocean to form the jagged cliffs of a place called Mendocino.
I can see it now, in my mind as I stand on the green in the distance is my love on the nearby bluff. She turns and looks at me with a smile that breaks through the morning fog.
Across the green and through twisted weather trees, my love comes to me. In the Field near our cottage, there are little quail searching the wet grass for food and deer in the forest of nearby trees watch as my love returns to my side at the door the cozy brown wooden building that we spend our loving retreat.
A place called Heritage House, it’s just around the bend of dark gulch on highway one. There’s a little wooden sign to greet you and a driveway that will take you to the big red door.
A building where the front is covered with vines of green, there also proudly flying is the flag of our country and two antique lamps hang on each side to guard the door. There are plants on both sides of the red brick walkway that lead to the place.
Here you’ll find great food and drink and the warmth of a large old brick fireplace.
Yes on this little spot of heaven you can feel the beauty of this land. Here the people are warm with a friendly smile to share and always do they have a good word to share.
Yes, I am dreaming of this place, for if the city where my home is, a place with its own beauty. The city of Pacifica, where my life of memories rest, a place where my foundation sits, if in a metaphor sense Pacifica is my wife, then surely Mendocino is my mistress, for she holds the allure that clings to my soul.
Guildford H Windley
December 21, 2018

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That Sweet Ride Home!
In the morning coastal fog one can hear the sounds of the ocean surf as it comes ashore. But on the road above the sea the sound of a motorbike as it travels on the coastal plain, heading south along the Pacifica shore, you can hear the bike’s roar.
Oh at heaven’s gate angles watch as two souls head south with a heavenly sound, as the bike roars down the coast pass Sam’s, a place of fond memories, of meals with friends and family.
The bike moves on with two souls full of smiles.
On a sunny day through the towns and countryside, they ride. Then at highway 84 a left turn into redwoods they go, up the twisted road that climbs the mountainside, in and out of the shade of tall redwoods do they go, moving without care just two loving souls.
A lifetime of happiness has passed, but it’s not at an end.
As the two turn left at Alice’s heading north on 35, somewhere in mountain fog that kisses the redwood sky a small motorbike fades into the gray mist.
Upon wings of glory and sounds of angles the bike does leave its earthly mantle and climbs high into the heavens. No, the journey is not complete, it has just begun. There are worlds to be seen, there are roads across this universe where a bike should be run. This journey of love will transit the bounds of time. The love of two, Blain and Linn, will ride with the wind and the stars across the heavens into eternity.
Guildford H Windley
12/14/18

A fall from Grace
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Once there was a place
Upon a lofty hill
Where justice ruled
The people of the world over
Looked to this shiny place of freedoms light
The lady in the harbor
A refuge from the plight of human misery
But now we degrade ourselves
For fear of mothers and children
We send troops to our Sothern border; $ 200 million spent
For the racist appetite
While the emperor twitter upon his golden throne
A madman message to his gullible apes
A mere distraction to hide his corruption!
Guildford H Windley
November 16, 2018