Poetic Dance Across the World: In the Key of Gospel, Jazz, Romance, Faith and Love

By Sabas Hernan Flores Whittaker

This is a collection of spiritually uplifting and sometimes life-wrenching realities within romantic poems, sermons, prayers, prose, and essays that are all crafted and carefully designed to uplift your soul.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9781728306155

Sabas Hernan Flores Whittaker

El autor, Sabas Hernan Flores Whittaker, es investigador científico, sociólogo, historiador, poeta, escritor, jubilado del Departamento Estatal de la Salud Mental y Servicios de Adiccion, (DMHAS) por sus siglas en Ingles… en el Estado de Connecticut EEUU. El escritor, es un erudito, quien ha participado en conferencias y presentado su trabajo literario en charlas a nivel universitario y seminarista a nivel nacional, e internacional. Sabas, nació en Puerto Cortés, Honduras, Centroamérica, su padre un Garínagu de Punta Gorda, Roatán, Honduras. Su madre del Gran Caimán de ascendencia Británica. Aunque parte Garifuna, fue criado principalmente por su abuela nacida en las Islas Caimán, quien se negó a hablar español, más bien sólo permitía inglés y hablaba sólo inglés isabelino, o “Queens Inglés” en su casa, por lo tanto creció en un país de habla hispana, como un bilingüe- bilingüe estudiante a una edad muy temprana. Este tipo de oportunidades valiosas, se prestaron para estudiar español en el sistema de escuelas públicas y el inglés en casa y con tutores privados.

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Published by AuthorHouse   03/29/2019

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Contents

Poetic Dance Across the World In The Key of Gospel Romance, Faith and Love. Poetic Dance Across the World

The Minister’s Journey… From A Merchant Marine Perspective

Persecuted

Memories of September Eleven… Today Sadly Know as 911

Prayer #1

Prayer #2

Prayer #3

Prayer #4

Prayer #7

Prayer #8

Dear Heavenly Father,

Sad memories following 9/11

My Windows To The World

Dreaming Of Peace

Dreaming of Peace 2

Beside The Long Tidal River (Quinnehtukqut)

Midnight Blue

Alegria

Her Smile Matches the Colors of My Heart

Tribute to My Role Model

Cardinal A Well Oiled Hinge (Reggae)

Celebration of Diversity (Just Let Them Play)

My African Queen

Riding The Waves

Team of Healing Angels

What Is God

The Ministers Struggle

The Orchard Ride

Slowdown

Keep Marching On

Clarify Your Reasons To My Heart

Who’s Good-ole Days?

Right Off The Boat and Across The Boarder

Trying To Tell It Straight

Dissection of The Land

Human Eaters of Flesh and Soul

Like A Cactus Upon that Desert Rose

Tribute to Jonathan Carver

The Christian General’s Creed

Orchard Love

Uxor Perfidia

The Resurrection Of A Self Esteem

Scent of a Lost Love

Tribute To Our Mother Princess and Queens of Our Nations

A Little Power Song

My Grandma

Product of Cyber Love Space

Thanks for Your Love

Desolate and Quiet Beach (1)

The River In My Heart 1

Cara de Angel

Time Could Turn Back That Space In Life of Time

Fifteen Months of Loving

Maiden Voyage

Talking-bout Ma-boy In Prayer

Mango Fever

Poetic Dance Across Their Souls

These Two Desert Roses

Cracking the Coded Abstract To Love. Classic Mythology (adult reading)

The Mighty Legal Angel. (adults reading)

With A Kiss To Drink from Your Sacred Waters

A Love Divine

A Moment In Time

Hot Love

New England Love

Dying For Love

I Raised Up My Glass To Your Love

Abstract To Love

Abstract To Loving You More

Rise Up From Losing A Friend

I Opened Up My Silence

Are We Being Too Attached To The Moment?

A Different Time and Place

In Touch With The Nature of Your Love

A Dance To Our Restless Souls

I Found The Love In Your Heart

Dancing For Love

Love On The Dance Floor

I Breathe Your Soul To Keep

The Truth Is But You

Spiritually I Dreamt Your Love

The Angels

Can I Have This Dance

After A Month of Separation

A Letter Written To My Lady Friend (open only in case of emergency)

Memories of An Indian Summer

Missing Your Touch

Confusing Lover

A Solo Song for A Long Gone Lullaby

Dreaming of A Mature and Gentle Lovemaking

Tap Dancing Upon My Soul

Another Lovers Dream

Two Little Birds Now Sings

Our Two Hearts Now Beat As One Same Blessing

The Love of God To Serve

Galaxy of Love

Kiss Me Quick

A Pauper at Your Feet

Dessert Anyone

A Woman A Lady Her Lover and the Lord

Secret Hideaway

Captured

A Silent Cry In The Dark

I had a song

Awakened This Morning With The Memories of Your Love

My Honesty

Two Hearts

In The Middle of Joy Lies Purple

Would You Forgive Me For A Love Forgotten

When I See Her

At The Warning of Her Heart

We Ought To Become The Changes We Want To See

A Ghost Remembered Picture Perfect Afternoon

The Balance

In Conversation With My Ancestors

The One You Let Get Away

In Between

My Time Of Day

The Balance

Sweet Mother

Musing In The Storm

Stop Pretending

Faith No More

Blossoming Into A Poet

To My Future Wife

Pledge Made To Her, Her Future Husband

Ode To Rhythm King

She Got It Going On

Unrivaled Beauty

Love Has All But Come For Me

In The Meantime

Animal Instinct

Cumulated Heart and Soul Without Ever Being Touched

A Tireless Travel

Blinded by the Light

Reawakening To Myself

The Composer’s Favorite Piece

Our First Time

My Heart’s Been Moved To Better Place

To The One Couple No Longer Lonely

Desolate and Quiet Beach (1)

A Lover In The Dark Midnight Sun (1)

Living An Abstract Life

Living Islam Living Judaism, Living Buddha Living Christ

My Lover’s Home A Place To Hang With Disregard

Maiden Voyage

Abstract ll

Mango Fever

I’ve Made A Promise To You and Me

Abstract lll

Thanks For His Grace I Give

The Scent Of A Love Impossible To Reach

The Meaning of Love

High On Love

Prisoners For Life Prisoners Through Love

Till Death Us Do Part

Was It Destiny or Love Adrift

Espiritu Angelical

Your World

Sensual Beauty

The Calm After The Storm

My African Queen

Earthly Eudimonia of Love

Thanks For Your Love.

Rekindling Self Love

Come On In

Capture My Soul And Make It Yours

Searching For

To The Love Of My Life

To My Future Wife

A Letter To My Sweet Love

Standing Up for Love

Alegria… Joy!

Gods Angels Of Love

Indian Princess

Clarify Your Reasons To the Why

A Love Supreme

Heads or Tails

Sowing the Seeds of Our Love

What Relationship

You Were So Right

He’ll Never Step It Up.

Moving Forward

Thanks for the Failed Love

As Our Music Play

The Awakening

Just Being Touched By Your Heart

Nuptial

Secrets from The Heavens

Blue Blades Of Grass

As We Paused Our Love Caesura.

Waiting For The Sun

Truth And Lending

The Edge

Endless Spring

Our Rain Dance

Visions of Love

Veteran Lover

Nautica

Very Sweet Memories

Colors of her Love

If I had a song I

Gentle Warrior

A Lengthy Missive To Your Heart

Father and Daughter’s First Dance

The Quiet Storm

Mandingo

She Awaits My Love

The Balance

Endless Love

Come and Grow Old With Me

ORIGINAL SONG LYRICS

Tribute To Dr. King (My Role Model)

Song To A Single Woman

Fifth Anniversary Song

My Beautiful Caribbean Queen

Psalm 19:14 Tribute to Center Church UCC

Holy Wisdom Of God

Memoirs of A Dad With Alzheimer’s On Father’s Day

Psalm 19:14 Tribute to Center Church UCC

Sunday Morning Taize Chant

God’s Love, Nature’s Love

As I’ll Fight For The Freedom To Love

The Orchard Ride (The Haley’s Orchard Ride)

Freedom

Bienvenida Isabela

THE ART OF CARING

Don’t Look Down On Your Brother

From My Heart To Your Heart {Only My Heart Knows}.

Talked rap style

A Song To Our Creator

My Rival

I’ll Remember You, Would You Remember Me?

I Have Lost Your Love.

Forbidden Love

You Didn’t Know How-much Your Love Hurt

A Communication With Life (music… classic contempo composition)

I Found A New Love

You Send Your Son To Set Us Free

Tribute To A Homeless Vietnam Vet.

Looking Back As Life Goes On.

Thanks For Your Love.

Don’t Look Down On Your Brother, If You are Not Going To Pick Him Up.

Either You, Either Me

Different Faces Different Ways

A Tribute To My Role Model

Prayers to the Connecticut Anti Hunger Coalition.

A Song To A Single Woman (Blues)

A Song To A Single Woman.

Love Could Find Us. (Blues)

Tribute To A Role Model

My Revival. Song (Gospel)

A Communication With Life

You Send Your Son To Set Us Free

Tribute To A Homeless Vietnam Vet.

Alone

Don’t Look Down On Your Brother (Song)

A Song To Our Creator

Prayer of the People

Celebration of Diversity (Just Let Them Play)

Psalm 19:14 Tribute to Center Church

Sunday Morning Taize Chant

What Is God

Slowdown

Marching On

Poetic Dance Across the World In The Key of Gospel Romance, Faith and Love. Poetic Dance Across the World

Is a collection of spiritually uplifting, sometimes life wrenching realities, within, romantic poems, sermons, prayers, prose and essays. All crafted and carefully designed to uplift your soul.

Written primarily to help guide readers and listeners throughout the arduous heart wrenching, confusing political march upon which the entire world appears to have embarked… a quiet and gentle reprieve from those long, dragged out tiring, lonely winter days; to a pause and look toward the brightening, uplifting of our body, mind and souls, as spiritual beings placed within angelical gestures placed upon this earth to help touch the core of our humanity… as we await the spring and dance with joy throughout the summers nights in the park under the sky- filled stars.

Poetic Dance Across the World, Sabas Hernan Flores Whittaker’s new book of poetry, is a spiritual invitation into the world of this widely travelled multi-talented man. This collection of romantic poems, sermons, prayers and essays, is designed primarily as a guide to uplift and inspire. The author, is a poet, historian, composer, graphic artist, painter and a lifelong humanitarian advocate, activist, whom has performed many of these written words contained within, at numerous cultural, literary and academic, conferences, and other functions to benefit homeless causes, domestic violence, Aids benefits, etc… as well as during honors and other celebratory presentations at historic churches colleges and universities.

He has volunteered his creative talent at fundraisers for a vast number of humanitarian efforts throughout the United States, Latin America and the Caribbean. Sabas, brings to his writings, extensive life experiences as a multi-faceted artist, Merchant Marine, mental health professional, husband, father, grandfather, brother, and son.

Poetic Dance, is an invitation to some of the most personal, heart-rending experiences of his travelled, adventurous, artistic, creative, intellectual and spiritual life. Poetically, his words comfort, confronts, and asks questions we all have asked at some point in our lives. In light of the tragic September 11 events, homage is paid in prayers, to all whom have lost their lives and to the families of the heroic first responders, whom placed their lives and gave the ultimate sacrifice; as if being called to duty and those on the home front working for common ground. The content of his new work, reaches every corner of the world and will touch the heart and soul of all whom journeyed upon its pages.

Sabas Hernan Flores Whittaker is a former merchant marine and law enforcement officer, a retired Lead Mental Health Worker, therapist, turned author, composer, artist, stage and screen playwright, lyricist and poet… an artist whom daily follows the art of living well!

Among the author’s other writings Vestiges of a Journey, Tears of Joy Peace and Harmony While the Fire Burns Within, Africans In the Americas Our Journey Throughout the World, Faith in the Field, Songs to Valentines A Song to Love, Canto Al Grito del Emigrante en Voz Latina, (his first book written in the Spanish language). He is also the author of several stage and screenplays, among these being, Don’t Look Down On Your Brother If You’re Not Going To Pick Him Up. In addition to his two latest albums, Soul Revival and Flight of the Phoenix. Poetic Dance Across the World, is a literary, spiritual, and uplifting spiritual, romantic cup of tea.

The Minister’s Journey… From A Merchant Marine Perspective

Although perhaps dog tired… the pastor’s stands upright to affront their congregation from the pulpit

As steadfast a grip to grandma’s bible, just as a sailor to the helm, alike an echo upon the open seas. Their bible becomes the rudder by which each day they navigate. Head bowed in prayers… eyes closed shut… hearts and minds wide open. Our soul, faith and spirit no longer adrift!

No longer tied up in the harbor alongside the quiet docks… among the old tired ferries

WW2 freighters, and barnacle bottom of tanker ship hulls, who’d sailed upon the distanced oceans, rivers and lakes so long ago. Thou in fact poised… hence resting at the waterfront beside the pier as if nesting upon a frigate, beneath them lays but pelican lifeless eggs.

Thus, henceforth thou set to face the challenges beneath the deep blue yonder, like the submarine commanders in search of those conniving U-boats… Binoculars, sextant, periscope in hand.

Telegraph pumped fast forward, toward welcoming the aspiring souls to mend

Pastoral care, always a search to tend, as if navigating eyes once closed shut, now again opened through a spiritual guidance reexamined the footsteps of a lost and tired essence of oneself, left in the craters of uplifting prayers risen to the heavens, their souls thus now unbroken.

Hence notwithstanding the imprints of their hands, found stamped upon the tombs of repented sinners still trying to scratch their way back out and reach to the heavens above, as if clamoring to the everlasting in forgiveness for that one last party that sudenly turned into a bacchanal.

These ministers, pastors, reverend, monks, rabbis, imams, padres, priests… spiritual leaders across the board, whom we often found at wedding halls filled with laughter, in hospital rooms, welcoming newborn babies into the world, or praying for the sick, lingering near death… where the echoes now overflows with prayers to provide guidance, counseling, lend an ear. After all its just everyday pastoral care…

We see them again at the baptismal font with beautiful babies dressed up in colorful or whites and crying laughter alike a blessing from their parents… thus congregation now content.

Then back on to the streets to wage protest amidst police brutality epidemic… fight for equality and racism toward social justice for all. There is also free breakfast to be served at the community and frequent social outreach gatherings. As they stand to confront, affront, and thus remind us all that our LGBTQAI brothers and sisters also have rights, which ought to be respected, hence protected.

That we all have the right to live peacefully in safe environments. To implement a social enterprise for our homeless kinship still in need of warmth and a hand-up to extended.

At day’s end, pastor’s arduous battle still wages on. Henceforth there is an obvious weekly sermon to write, staff to supervise and God’s uniquely beautiful church that ought to run, as smooth as a cardinal thus through who’s blessings we often welcome the good angels and saints to help us all remain afloat. So, anchors away, Chief mate! Thus grab steadfast your helm, deckhand… we sail full ahead into the storm quartermaster… straight toward calm waters into the horizon far beyond the rainbow!!!

Persecuted

Every day I feel persecuted

Perhaps it’s simply due to the color of my skin

Though its everyone so perhaps it’s just my accent

Persecuted for my spiritual belief

Persecuted for my fight to end world hunger and world relief…

Persecuted for the way I walk talk and

Simply confront unknown grief

Sometimes I want to stop and shout

Stop and ask them what’s this all about

But I pause and seize the moment

Thought I’d yield and let them by

To enjoy my long awaited

days of wine and roses.

Try ignoring my presence for I appeared happy

A jealousy which just won’t end

Though a brother

You constantly trying to keep me down

I’ll just sit and write

You do not read

Perhaps I can borrow your pen

Memories of September Eleven… Today Sadly Know as 911

Perhaps all of us are asking ourselves today What can we do to help our country and those whom today still mourn the loss of their love ones in the face of this terrible tragedy?

The hallmark of America is our ability to continue to press on in times of adversity and tragedy, with faith and the resolve that out of our challenges will come our triumphs. Our finest triumph is the triumph of the American spirit that leads us individually to step forward with prayers, compassion and assistance, and the courage to volunteer in times of need. Our history is a living testament to this.

September 11th 2001, a national day of tragedy and prayers. This little, though simple piece is my literary contribution to honor the memory of all the men, women and perhaps children whom has fallen during such terrible tragedy. It was supposed to be a quiet day. I was supposed to head to NYC, but the meeting that day was cancelled, so I opted to go to work. On my way to our office, the drive appeared as if the entire nation was in a solemn morn and shock. Of course I worked as a case manager in a state run outpatient psychiatric program. My shift ran from 4:pm to 12:am, and as I arrived, I met my colleague, Peggy in the parking lot, we looked at each other and somehow new that it wasn’t going to be an easy shift.

As we stepped in to the office, we received first shift’s report and they immediately belted out of the door; understandably so, since they’d been there all morning and needed to go check up on their family. Our client consumers began to approach the office for their meds and vital signs. Normally they took their medications and went about their business, though not this day… no not that day, they gathered around, each and everyone, as they arrive. My colleague and I look at each other and realized that we needed to have an emergency meeting to help them debrief and listen to their concerns. Our office was on the bottom level of perhaps an 8 to 10 story building in Meriden, CT and many of our clients were older adults, diagnosed paranoid schizophrenia, living on the upper floors. Their fears and concerns were taken seriously… they were allowed to share their feelings. One of these gentlemen, clearly believed that we, the United States was under attack and that they’d be airplanes flying through all tall buildings. Others threatened to jump out before they burned to death. It was then that I realized we had very little time to be solely therapeutic, but that we needed vivid prayer reinforcement. I asked them that they concentrate on writing out their feelings