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by: Guildford Windley

The Winds of October
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October days they come to the coast
The fog of the summer now disappears
As the fall sky, fills with lazy clouds of white
Soon the rains will come to bring the much-needed water
To a land long parched by drought
The smoke from the summer fires that at times blank the air
Now has gone leaving only a land scared in ash and ruin
For now, we see some sun, though the air is crisp and clear
Thoughts of holidays that grow near, of ghosts and goblins
Of a stuffed bird with all the trimmings
This time of year as we near the winter solace
We look forward to a time of peace and hope and pray for brotherhood
A time for merriment and for renewal of faith; to reach out with gifts of love
Not fist of hate.
No matter what our religion be or what we see the truth to be
To share this time and hold our hearts open, to those that are different
As humans, of all spirits, rises, after all, we are all of one true tribe
On the winds of October skies; like little clouds carrying us from this place of mistrust
Bring forth, all our family and friends to rejoices, but let us not leave out the stranger
Open our doors and gates to those who are the traveler, who come to us seeking shelter!
Guildford H Windley
October 1, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

A Nation at a Crossroad
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In the misty darkness of the night
As I lay in the security of my warm safe bed
I lie there looking at the shadows that dance upon the walls
From the light that shines brightly through my bedroom window
Yes the light from the street lamp that’s below my windowsill
In my state of mind; foreboding I’m I
The fear that streams through my mind
Of impending disasters; from a government that has no heart
In their righteous state, we will share the fate of those who are pawns
To a political game
The powers that exist hidden behind the mask of concerned citizens, but we know not their names, so to keep the people blind
The puppets that we see held in power by those other full of greed
Laws that will be put in place and those that judges will erase
All laid out in a plan to change the face of this here land
Using tactics to deceive, causing hate to rise
Divide us one and all is their plan
For just a few will take control
To hold up high a court that will do their bidding
As we watch our freedoms slip away!
Guildford H Windley
October 1, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

The Woman Took the Stand
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On the floor, she spoke with courage
It was like she was on trial
The power of the red machine
Tried to paint her in a lie
But she did not flinch in her account
She stood her ground
He came in pushing his weight around
In his anger, there was a quivering sound
He tried to blame other, saying it was politics
He did his best to misdirect the question of those on the committee
His allies used theatrics to distract from this man’s feeble act
Graham yelling like a madman, an upset was he
As he watches the chosen one losing ground
These old men of the right who so hope to take control of the people’s court
This their chosen one; who will do their bidding
They could care less that he a drunk and a rapist
As long as they can have the votes
For their right-wing agenda

Guildford H Windley
September 28, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

The Judgment
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In her eyes you can see the fear
Her voice quivers with each word
But she bravely tells her story
While the old men are mocking her
Their judgment was already cast in a closed mind
Their minds made up to protect their chosen one
She came that day so that her story could be told
Of the night that has haunted her from so long ago
For the old men this was a show to appease the demand that she be heard
The people had demanded that she be heard
The opinion of the masses, was not for the chosen one, he rated poorly with most of them
However he was chosen by a few, who knew that if he was given the power he would do the job they wanted him to do
Those old men had no plan to really give her a chance; they had all spoke of how unfair she was
Her story was too old they said she should have come forward sooner
This is just a lie being brought forth by the others The old men would say we will give her the time to make her case. But the time is limited
For we need to vote for our man the very next day
The old men were such afraid, they themselves
Would not do the questions, they brought in a handmaid woman to do their dirty work
This brave woman still stands her ground
They try to discredit her with their lies
They even threatened her
Through a campaign run by the party thugs
But all that they prevailed to do, was give rise to me too
Yes more women come forward with courage to share their words
A cleans was a need for all the pain that they bare
Standup people let it be said that we want the world to know the truth
Let these women be heard!

Guildford H Windley
September 26, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

Rainbows are everything
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Rainbows are everything
When you hide behind an old gray cloud
In a misty place where you hide the truth
You stand there in the rain lie, lying to people of the land
Who hope and pray for someone who will understand
Yet we must face the truth, that politics not justice
Is what his majesty commands
Those who have blindly follow the orders that they were given by this man
Will do what they can to get you in
Though the truth is colored in a misty gray
His people will obey they’ll do what they can
To keep the Sun from shining in
She only wants to bring out the dark secret so that people would know the truth
Like a rainbow of many shades of colors shining through the cloudy sky
The truth would show his many sides
Does it hurt, to know the truth, to put aside his constant lies?

I say no to this we do not confirm until the truth is realized
Those that have the say need to do the peoples work find the truth
Don’t give into partisan politics
This person who will fill the position should represent the people not his majesty
Let the rainbows into the room to light the truth
Rainbows are everything; they make the world a better place. This like the truth!
Guildford H Windley
September 24, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

That cold long winter is coming
The Clock is ticking
It won’t be denied!

Guildford H Windley
September 21, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

The clock is ticking
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September is in the waning
Soft warm September days
Give way
To the autumn of the year
The breeze is just a bit cooler
A chill is in the air
As the leaves start to fall
From trees that now show autumn colors
Of various shades of red, yellow, purple
There in the silhouettes of trees
There you will find more colors
Black, orange, pink, magenta, blue and brown
A host of color to brighten the autumn day
But
The darkness of the day comes faster
As each day slip away
October is on the rise
With a whisper
Of the end of warm days
Soon the fall does fade
To those long cold winter nights
That we all do dread
But until that first winter snow
There is time
To share the evening glow
Of party with
Laughter
As family and friends gather
Under the outdoors lights
Hanging from boughs of trees
A pumpkin or two with silly grins
Are placed strategically
For all to see
Yes
The treats will be plenty
On that hallow eve
There will be lots of children laughter
Happiness and good cheer
As the stories of hauntings
Bring about a good scare
We gather at the fire
To spend this precious time
For with each passing of the year
Our life is slipping by
That cold long winter is coming
The Clock is ticking
It won’t be denied!

Guildford H Windley
September 21, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

A Tall ship upon the Sea
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In the bay, there she sits
A tall ship, a barquentine rigged and ready
Out to the ocean I must sail
This dry land is not for me
For I need to feel the movement
Of a ship upon the sea
The bellowing of the sails
As you head into the wind
The splashing of the water
As the bow cuts through the sea
Waves crashing
Sending the foaming water onto the deck
The wind a howling
As we tack
A tall ship heeling in the wind
Three mast does she have
A square rigger
Five yards high
Her canvas filled with the wind
Plowing
Through the emerald green
Of the open sea
Yes
That’s the life for me
To go where the wind will take me
A deck of hardwood
For me to stand on
The stars to guide me
Riding hard through the waves
Dolphins to the port
Gulls on the starboard
To my back the wind and the wake!

Guildford H Windley
September 20, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

Robert
A baby comes on the whispers of October bringing forth a new sweet morning.
A child with bright blue eyes and a sheepish grin, that won the hearts of all near him.
The child I knew grew in a home of love, a dad and mom with all they could to make a world just right for their special guy.
He had health issues that slowed him down but never could it keep him from breaking new ground.
With his eyes full with wonder, a mind brimming with thoughts, his dare to do attitude gave all to what he got.
One knows that young man was a bundled to handle, with a smile that could light a candle. He could melt your soul when you were feeling low and change your day thereafter.
As a man he loved and lived and shared his life with the people who were blessed to have known him.
In the shadows of the night, his beautiful soul took flight, new place to go, new people to meet, that sheepish grin guiding him.
We on the other hand are stunned, lost are we without him, not sure what to say or do.
We just know, that where there was a beautiful child, now resides a void, a place of sadness that can’t be addressed.
Still in the silent darkness of the night, I hear his laughter in the wind, I feel his presence as the moonlight throws shadows across the place, and I turned expecting to see his face.
That smile I long to see from the bright eyed boy full of curiosity!

Guildford H Windley
September 20, 2017
In dedication to the life and times of Robert Donovan Brian Buscher, and to his Mom Suzie and his dad Brian who love and cherish him!

by: DechoLee

Wondering in a broken room
Lost to looking back
Doesn’t know a forward track
Splash down
Swimming in a cutscene of dreams
Where did it go
What seeds did he sow
There could have been something
But a neglected garden never grows
Flood or draught is all he knows
And from that
Nothing ever sprouts
Questions and doubts
Blanket his cold body
On the park bench in his soul
The pounding rain
Can’t clean away
The thoughts of that lost day
Could have been something
But from nothing nothing always grows

by: Guildford Windley

Butterflies and Flowers
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In this life
Some people strive
For wealth
Some want fame
To reach their dream
They sacrifice everything
Their work is their life
No time for the beauty
That makes life worth living
In their hustle
They have little time for relationship
They do not feel the touch of others
To them nothing matters
For all they see are silhouettes
No time for the things that matter
No time
For Butterflies and flowers
Love is just
A
One night stand
That’s always lacking
A soul that’s just a drift
Lost to life’s meaning
No skies of blue
No Mountain Majesty
No Forest of green
The sounds of the ocean roar
They can’t hear
Their mind is blocked
Locked in their own world
Of despair
For fame and fortune
Is an elusive thing
There’s never enough
To fill that emptiness inside
That their single-mindedness brings
Yes
There’s no
Butterflies and flowers
A
World of multi colors
All they have is
Black and white
In the end they have lost what might have been
A lifetime
Of joy and happiness
For the fame of sharing life with others
For the fortune
That’s within ones soul
Filled with love not gold
To know at the end of the day
When one lies in rest
That the world that they know
Is warm not cold
For true wealth
Lies within
For when we depart this old world
All the material things
Will not matter
For all
That will truly matter
Is
Memories
Of
Butterflies, flowers
Lovers
And
Friends

Guildford H Windley
September 18, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

Puerto Rico pain
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Hear the cries of the people
The dead, not counted
The propaganda
The death count low
But we know
You don’t count brown folks
His ego would be crushed
If the people knew
That the rescue job
Done
Was a mess up from day one
But no one carried
For money moving from the government
Was misspent
All those souls lost
No tear from the White House
FEMA
Is corrupt
Money drain; rich man’s gain
Nearly 3000 dead
What he cries is a lie
Only just a few
We did a great job
The Democrats are picking on me
I saved the day you know
Puerto Rico
Is an island surrounded by big water
We did our best
I passed out paper
What more could we do
It worked like clock work
Those people didn’t die
It’s a deep state lie
To make me look bad
What he won’t say is that they died
No clean water from broken pipes
Brought on needless diseases
But on the airport tarmac
To this day
Piles of bottled water lay
Let’s just say
The Republicans like it this way
They Laugh and say
Another
Flint Michigan
As we reduce the colored population

Guildford H Windley
September 15, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

To Believe
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The struggle within
To reach for the sky
The passion
The drive
Your heart knows
What your brain is afraid to recognize
Within you lies your greatness
You need only to believe in yourself
Like seeds in the ground
With nurturing they’ll sprout
Don’t give in to yourself doubt
Like all things in life
Greatness
Comes with a price
To toil and sweat
All the hard work that you dread
The inspiration you have
Within your head
Outlines your way
But sometimes
You try and you fail
Don’t give up
With Each failing some knowledge is gained
Those seeds of your greatness are now growing like beautiful plants
Those that reach for the stars and succeeded are those with vision and courage
Far too many falls by the wayside
Broken and discouraged
Remember this
Greatness
Does not mean
Recognition by others
Or
Great wealth
Greatness
Can be the satisfaction
Within
Oneself!

Guildford H Windley
September 13, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

A Family Affair
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As I reflect back to the day
It was not that long ago; but it seems like a million years
One quick moment
Then it was the end
Her father had died; he was the last of her family
Now all alone
In a world that’s cold and uncaring
Left on her own, at the young age of 10
She wandered the streets
Homeless was she
It was by sheer circumstance
That we met
At the time two years had pass since her dear dad’s death
She was a poor beggar girl
Of twelve
I a gentleman of some means
I took a quick liking to this cherub
For the next few months
I would see her smile
At the door of my establishment
My child, please come in I would say
We together would take lunch
She had a knack for brightening my day
I would share my food we would take solace
In both our fates
For you see while I had great wealth
My wife was without child
Our home
Still and cold
My wife distant from me
To bore a child
Was her desire, yet it could not be
Through the days
This young child brought comfort to me
In her eyes one could see wisdom beyond her years
She would stay for awhile
Helped with the store
Her time well spent sharing the moments with me
Then at some point each night
She said that she must go
I would give her some money to hold her for the night
This went on for some time, about a year or so
Then curiosity grabbed me
I had to know, where this child would go
One day after we said goodbye and she had left the store
I closed up early to follow her
Staying back and out of sight
For I fear if she saw me
She would be mad
Well, she walked along the boulevard
All her earthly possessions, were in her backpack
Here and there she would stop
To greet someone
She was easy to follow
Her bright smile
Like a beacon
Guided me, as she took her stroll
Then we came upon a flower shop
She disappeared for a while
When she left the flower shop
She had a bunch of sunflowers
Odd I thought
With little money
Here she spent it on something that’s not necessary
I must say I was taken back
On such frivolous waste
I made a note to tell her so
But I was losing track of her
So I hurried to keep her insight
I lost her momentarily
As she snuck around the corner
Where, could she have gone, I thought
Now, nowhere in sight
Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of her
She had just entered
The old graveyard
It was now getting dark
As the Sun had already set
As I followed I had my concern
This was no place for a child, and it’s getting cold
Then she stopped
Near a willowing tree
Underneath the branches
Covered in darkness
An old scarred stone marker
Near the twisted old base of the tree
The stone marker stood guard; like a sentinel as it watched 0ver the grave
Here she was
This young child
Cleaning and manicuring this run down old site
A grave of no importance
It stood neglected
She was the only one who paid it attention
As I watch her from the bushes
With loving hand she placed the flowers in a water stand
I heard her say in her soft voice
I
Love you mommy and daddy
She then kissed the old stone
Then and there, I understood
After a while
She picked up her backpack
From it
She took a flimsy blanket
She wrapped it around her
Then laid on the cold wet ground
I with tears in my eyes
Said enough
I then walked out of the bushes
She jerked up with fear in her eyes
Then, without a sound; she smile when she saw who I was
I kneeled beside her; with concern in my face
I said to her, my dear child, had I known I would have taken you home
This is no place for you; you’ll catch your death in this cold
Come home with me my child, my wife will make you welcome
She knows of you, and wants so very much to meet you
She looked at me, a smile on her trusting face
As I lifted her in my arms, her arms around my neck
We headed home
As I reach the door of my home
There was my wife at the door
Something happen that night
For my wife lit up with smile
The two of them were inseparable
Laughter filled the place
Well, it was soon after that
That my wife and I ask
Her if would she be part of our family
She said yes!
It took some work, with the people down town
But The Judge cleared the way
That’s how we became a family
It’s been two years now
That Mary, that’s her name
Became our daughter
My world has change
I have found great comfort in this new love
Our house is now bright and cheery
My wife now has smiles, and we have found the love which we had lost
My life is of joy
Because of Mary
We now have a new routine
After her school, she comes by the shop
Those moments are precious to us
She helps around the store
Then when we close up
We walk hand and hand down
The Boulevard
To the old flowers shop
There
We buy two bundles of sunflowers
One for her parents who lie peacefully, in their well manicure Burial Site
The other bundle sits on the dinner table fresh each night
For her new family to share
Well,
It just goes to show you, you never can tell
There’s more than one way
For family to be
Yes some come with the birth of a new born child
Then again
A child could walk through your shop door
With a big Smile!

Guildford H Windley
September 13, 2018

by: Gary Simmons

I cry at night
Wishing God would clear my life
Lay openly awake
And hoping He will listen while I pray at night

Hope He hears me when I speak
As I humbly ask
Tears fall as I hope for the best
And that hope is for Him to remove my stress

Erase all my bad memories
But I can’t start over
I put all of it behind
Ask that He please on allow me to lean on his shoulders

I can’t do no more I believe
I can only ask for help,
And hope for the best
Willing to receive whatever is left

by: Guildford Windley

In Remembrance
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From the sky
On that September morn
Four planes
Hijacked in the sky
19 militants
Killed thousands
Let’s not forget
All those souls that perished
The heroes that gave their all
First responders
Did not flinch
As they ran into hell
Four airplanes
Three hit there mark
The twin towers
Of the World Trade Center
Went down
They collapsed
In smoke and flames
Taking all those souls
The Pentagon
Took a hit on the western side
125 died on the ground
64
People on the plane
Of those
5
Did the killing
All were lost
In Pennsylvania
The fourth plane fell
The passenger
Rose up and fought like hell
They drove the plane into the ground
A field
In Somerset country
On that September day
But
From the ashes
We resolved
To
Honor those Souls
Lost that day
We here by pledge
To keep vigilant
Our Flag
Will fly over their Memorials
Our people
Free from fear
We will
Always hold our hand out in friendship to a stranger
To welcome all new immigrants
To this promise land
To not hide in fear
But to live life with love
But if the need were to arise
Will stand our ground
Will fight like hell

Guildford H Windley
September 11, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

In a blink of an eye
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As I sit here in my chair
On my porch
Enjoying the night air
I can look out into the world
With smug and indifference
Oh, the world goes by
Things happen
Do I care
No
As I sit here content
No problems, no concerns
The things that happen on the street
Don’t affect me
My world is free of anxiety
I could care less
About
The homeless, the dying
People down and out, without food to eat
That’s their problem, not mine
Well off I’m I
For I saved my money
I put it into my favorite stocks
As I sit here in my complacency
My old rocking chair a rocking
The local paper in my hand
As I see the bold headlines
My face turns grim
Market crashes
Stocks wiped out
Oh what I’m I to do
My world now in a spin
Why don’t people feel my pain?
For as they passed on the street
They just all look at me, and they all grin
My complacency
That blinded me
To the reality
Brought me down
In a blink of an eye
My fortune gone
Who’s the one
Crying now
Hey buddy can you spare a dime
They all look with distain
Then turn and look another way
Living in a world of their own
Complacency!

Guildford H Windley
September 11, 2018

by: Guildford Windley

A Story to Be Told
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Deep down within us
Lies within us
Our destiny
Our reason for being
There inside tucked away
All our hopes and dreams
We are like a great novel
Each chapter full of new and exciting things
We all have our capabilities
Some have more
Some have less
But we all have a chance
To fulfill our destiny
To write these stories
Within life’s novel
To rise above
All our fears, doubts and distractions
Yes we have the capabilities
To fulfill all our hopes and dreams
But what drives
Us to succeed
It’s down deep
Within our body universe
The power of desire
The guts to face
All obstacles
That stands in our way
Yes
Each chapter bring forth new challenges
But keep your focus steady
Use those capabilities
That lies within your soul
Rise up my child
Let your story be told!

Guildford H Windley
September 10, 2018

by: Cassandra

Wedge of deception
Drew the lines
Trusting
Believing the words
It was an empty bottle
Drunk by
Motives of insanity
Drifting further
On the open seas
Years turn to ash
Set aside pride
Searching for
But all that remains
Is in the grave

by: Cassandra

Stowed in a dark closet
Underneath toys and clothes
Ability lay on the floor
Always told
Never smart or good enough
Doubts and fears
Crippled for years
Grace broke the chains
Setting free
Showing how capable
Writing can be