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Verses In Contemplation - Frank M. Highley, Jr.
Jr.
Copyright © 2014 Frank M. Highley, Jr.
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Contents
Preface
Comment
Tell Them They Were Brave
Things Past
Contemplation
Forward In Time
Silent Wings
Thanks
Evening Lament
Morning Brightness
Contemplation Again
Future Generations
The Gem
Gathering
The Garden
Unhindered
Cars
Views
Porch
Rain
Deep
E. R.
Past
Oversight
Involvement
Illusion
Connections
Dreams
Rescue
Why
Exposition
Floyd
Leaving
Desperado
Results
No Rain
Friendship
Two-winger
Home
Family
Battle Lost
Bivouac
Abandonment
Expressions
Protest
Unease
Adjustment
Understanding
Gone
Ending
Damn Dam
Storm
Lovers
Aloft
Fair Maiden
Trip
Marked
Returns
Christmas 2006
Phases
Measures
Quiet Rest
Remembered
Whimsy
Commemoration
Airmen
Rain Whistle
Closure
Wounded
Resting Place
Faith
Pine Tavern
Review
Prayer
Question
Aerodynamics and Us
Beast at Bay
Muse
News
Continuation
Entreaty
Gray
Catfish
Accident
Climbing
Fall
Away
Escape
Conviction
Railroads
Clarity
SURFERS
Morning
Pause
Preparation
Old House
Now
Tres
Intensity
Balance
Winter Waiting
Advice
Persevere
Morning Fog
Forest Outlook
Ice Storm
Soul Search
Edith
Memory
Storm Passing
Responsibility
Scarlet Tanager
Observations By A Young Man
Procrastination
Afterglow
Whistler
Dusk
A Man Talking To Himself
Forest Lost
No Answer
Awakening
Destinations
Picture in Time
Scribes
Thoughts
Peaceful Interlude
Inheritance
Last Seen
Words Spoken Quietly
Afterwards
A Place in Time
No One To Ask
Christmas Time
Seeking Wisdom
Transitions
Tracers
The Path
Tree In the Forest
Bill, Afterwards
Bob, Later On
Hard Time
Along The way
Cutting Edge
On The Way To The River
Being
Introspection
Reaching
Gone The Dream
To Elaine
Looking Out
The Listener
Morning Song
Evening Prayer
Go Back Again
Tree Down
Overlook
The Gun
Fall Leaves
Leaves Descending
Poster Painting
Approval
Tree In A Corner
Plea To Help
Ceremony
Christmas 2008
Tired Warrior
Fred the Red (Fox)
A.M.
P.M.
Day
Clouded
No One
Tomorrow
Theatre Called Folly
Last Ship
Shuttered
Joe and Bill
Snow Again
Inspiration
Nightfall
Listening
Remembrance
Mind Sets
Dust
Big Red
Fears
Considerations
Too Long
A Prayer
Christmas 2009
Drifting
Food Chain
Grey Rain
Airstrip
Book Ends
Last Landing
Round About
Waiting Place
Past Time
Spot on the Floor
Diesel Operations
Unobserved
Working the Problem
Background Colors
Shadow Image
Local Trip
Crow Walking Down the Street
Stuff
Trade - Off
Portrait
At Summer’s End
Home is Where The Heart Is
Delay
Black Birds Flocking
Modes of Poetry
False Faith
Preparing to Argue
Take Me With You
At Eventide
Roses Are Read
Satisfaction
Red Roses Glow In Morning Light
Rabbits On The Run
In Love
Last March
Late December - 2010
Nellie
1993 - 2011
Goals
Years
Green Grass
Rose Bud Emerging
With Time
Gloom
Sleep Walker
One-Eighty
Christmas 2011
Red Love Songs
Bleak Forest
Season’s End
Gray Rain
Hawk Flying
Doubting Thomases
On The Range
Day’s Ending
Friends
The Painting
Introspection Again
Twice Over
Unspoken
Beach Grass
Where is he now
Intent
Where Did They Go
Single Round
Thinker
Gray Geese Flying
Black on Blue
Sailing
Fire
Dream Keeper
Let Me Hear The Music
Time Remaining
Too Late to be Sorry
Storm Promise
Little Bill and the Two Dumplings
Rain Music
Enough
Natty
Soul
Indifference
Garden in Transition
Homeward Bound
Preface
This collection represents verses written between 1977 and the present, with most of them composed in 2006.
The writer makes no excuses for what has been done, but submits the following as a clarification.
Justification
They may say, with derision, "he’s mad, that guy is,
as he sits and he writes all the day".
But they’ve never discovered his innermost bliss
as he says what he wanted to say.
Acknowledgment
I greatly appreciate the contributions that my wife Edith has made to this collection through her efforts as critic, editor, proof reader, and most of all, enthusiast. Without her help, it would have been much less of an accomplishment. And, by the way, the mistakes are all mine.
FMHJr. August 2006
Further acknowledgment is made in appreciation of the extensive efforts of Edith Highley, Bruce Highley, Kim and Steve LaPaglia together with the staff of LuLu Publishing services to make this publication happen.
FMHJr. October 2014
Comment
In his manifold frailty and ignorance
a man cheats and is cheated, hurts and is hurt
sometimes kills and only occasionally loves his fellowman.
But in his final musings, most often he will say:
"It was a pretty good time, and a pretty good place,
and I wouldn’t have wanted to miss it."
FMHJr. 1977
Tell Them They Were Brave
They died on the beaches, in the fields, and on the hills;
Tell them they were brave.
They didn’t always know why they were there.
They heard their nation say that it must be,
and so it seemed to boys and men, untutored and in doubt.
Other nation’s boys and men had fought and died and lost,
and now would come the chance to make it right.
Tell them they were brave.
Tell them that the things they knew as sacred must be kept.
Tell them others tried and couldn’t win.
Tell them that their mothers, fathers, wives, and sons and daughters
yet unborn would have no lasting peace unless they fought.
Tell them that the fears and hate and agony must be;
That death would come to some and each would die a little.
Remind them of their cause and of the reasons that were said
of why they fought and killed, and fell and bled and died.
And tell them they were brave.
FMHJr. 1984
Things Past
All he could touch were the hard remains,
And all he could know was a lonely grief
For a past that was over, or never had been.
Hard in his hand the iron and the wood, and
High on the hill, the rock and the stone.
Windswept and rainswept the broken forms
Of an ancient wall and a tumbled tower,
Telling the place where men had been,
With their passions and fears,
Their loves and their doubts.
FMHJr. 1987
(Of Ireland)
Contemplation
God looks down upon this place
And sees the chaos wrought by man.
Man looks up, in hopes of grace
And asks, was all this in the plan?
*
As nature metes out God’s intent,
Adhering constantly to rule,
Man answers badly, often bent
On counter-measures sure to fail.
FMHJr. 1990
Forward In Time
The savants tell us, left alone
All matters fall in disarray.
But man, it seems, cannot condone
The pace of nature, day by day.
For as he tries, inspired by greed,
To find a better place to be,
The effort spent to meet the need
Usually boosts the entropy.
FMHJr. 1990
Silentwings.jpgSilent Wings
They call them silent wings;
They are not silent.
They whisper, whistle, creak and crack,
and sometimes even scream.
The sounds they make say where they are,
and tell of what they’re doing.
In moments of tranquility they slowly glide along,
their only sound a hushed and whispered sigh.
In other, turbulent, times they shout of burdens that they bear,
with harsher sounds that hint of how they’re made.
Of spars and ribs and paneled sheets, smoothly joined as one:
functional in form, and beautiful to see.
Accepting loads, providing lift,
and telling of their toil in airborne tones.
They seek the troubled air, these silent wings,
looking for lift, and bending to the task.
While other craft pursue their different goals,
remembering duties spoken on the ground,
to go in plotted, measured flight,
to ports of commerce far afield,
Furthering more comman goals of men.
The silent wings will speak of many things.
Of steady pull against the wind to heights of quick release.
Of tightening, turning paths that spiral upward in the sky,
and long straight glides that never reach the ground.
Of earth below and darkened cloud above, its warning grayness
limiting the path.
And finally, reluctantly, the patterned glide to earth,
downwind, crosswind, upwind, slowly sinking.
Here comes again the whisper of those so-named silent wings,
soon to be still and quiet on the ground.
A final drawnout sigh, a thump; and then those
rolling, rattling sounds that come when wings no longer lift.
Soon this too ceases.
And only then the wings fulfill their naming.
Silent wings.
FMHJr. 1990
Thanks
Men pray to God and offer thanks for blessings new and old,
Their hopes arrayed in close accord to stay within the fold.
They ask for help, for health, for peace, for all their illnesses cured,
And freedom from the worldly cares they may have long endured.
But as they strive to comprehend the faith their systems preach,
They question if that God on high had something else to teach.
And with the lack of answers sure, with humbleness and care,
They answer with a simple faith, and say a simple prayer:
Thank you, Lord.
Some other sinners, less in doubt, will pray on bended knee,
Seeking foregiveness for their sins, and longing to be free,
Doing good deeds in hopes that these will help insure a place
In heaven, where a grateful God bestows his gift of grace.
And others yet may do good deeds, each conscience in accord
With knowing just that good was done, and seeking no reward.
And often, as each day goes by, they’ll know a quiet peace,
And once again, in thankfulness, their simple prayer repeat,
Thank you, Lord.
FMHJr. 6-4-05
Evening Lament
At the end of the day, when the earth slows down,
and the birds in the trees grow still
Comes a feeling of peace, a renewal of faith that
there are yet young dreams to fulfill.
But the time grows short, and an urging voice
reminds of past chances long gone,
When the days ahead seemed endless and bright,
rife with promise and challenge unborn.
So, heed me, Lord, and grant me peace,
not for deeds that fell short of the quest.
But simply for searching and seeking to know
The North from the South, and the East from the West.
FMHJr. 6-10-06
Morning Brightness
The morning glows, and the brightness falls
as patterned light on the garden trees,
All gold and green, in a hundred shades
as the sunlight gleams on a million leaves.
The bamboo grove stands tall and straight,
marking the place where the gardens join.
More friendly than stone, its shimmering mass
is a neighborly symbol of separate homes.
The roses in bloom, and the lilies in bud
lend color and life to the yard,
While the fence rails running across the back
make the forays of young deer more hard.
For it’s deer and rabbits and one red fox
who treat the land as their own,
With the squirrels and a groundhog vying for turf
midst the bushes and plants and the lawn.
Never the same, as each day goes by
and the sun, rain and wind play their part,
But always inspiring, remindful to all
that God’s nature keeps plying its art.
FMHJr. 6-12-06
Contemplation Again
We think of those days, long before we were born,
when the earth still looked young and untamed,
When the hills were still green and the towering trees
traced the courses of rivers unnamed.
Fewer people lived then, with more land for each one;
land for homesteads, for families, for life without want
For fields to be planted, lakes and rivers to fish,
All the benefits forests and prairies could grant.
So where did it go, all these riches bestowed
on a land and a people with manifold needs?
Why didn’t the spirit that saw it endowed
inspire the same spirited words, thoughts and deeds?
For the ages that followed saw famine and death
as war after war mirrored man’s futile climb
Toward a goal of more glory, a kingdom made rich
by the lives and the deaths of the innocent throng.
Or are we the innocent people we say
as we follow so closely that climb to the peak?
Have we compromised faith for an easier way
to reach the success that we evermore seek?
For whenever we judge other men, other times,
we should always ask what would we do,
If a similar circumstance forced us to choose
between two paths; one easy, one true.
As is proper, we end with a short simple prayer,
an admission of sins of our own,
Acts we cannot undo and can no longer change,
Faults, mistakes that we cannot condone.
So how shall we view this, the history we know