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Bells of Life
by Ted L Glines

Fight it and fail ...
The angy young men
who gripe and curse
and make things worse
hear those bells toll
frustration is our goal
cloning the problem again!

Go along with it and survive ...
These are the sheep
who wait for blessings
with prayers and guessings
hear those bells toll
we take a submissive role
as we sow - so shall we reap!

Lead it and prosper ...
White knights of power
build the utopian dream
leading a surging team
hear those bells toll
as marching drums roll
we live in our finest hour!

Bentley
by Ted L Glines

Bentley was a scary  bat
as  some would say - and that was that
ignorance builds  mighty towers
and bats  are full of evil powers
"blind as  a bat" - so say those folks
whose "knowledge" base is full of jokes
but may we take a moment here
to make  the air a bit more clear.

Sub-Saharan flying fox
lives in trees  or  caves in rocks
known to live for twenty years
in spite  of traps and guns  and spears
eyes far better than yours or  mine
the smallest things they can  define
the juice from  fruit is what they gulp
lapping juice - discarding  pulp
nocturnal  hunters nightly roam
and dawn will find them safe at  home
cacophony  of gossip squeaking
mothers/dads/babies  speaking
thousands  there all pressed together
sheltered safe from greed or  weather
if  we could know the things they're saying
of loves and fears -  maybe praying
we might feel a kinship growing
with perhaps  compassion  showing.

Never meant for zoos nor cages
flying  free through all the  ages
sixty inches span of wings
strong  to fly above all things
soaring  straight and oh so high
miles  of forest passing by
sixteen miles of  hunting range
where  all is known - nothing strange
straw-colored hair on  neck and  spine
brown chest and belly fur so fine.

In 1981 - born  in a  zoo
rejected by his mother too
Bentley never knew the  wild
enslaved  unhappy misplaced child
imprisoned where no  freedom plays
and that's where  Bentley spent his days
no  appeal - no bargain gains
encaged for life  "where freedom reigns"
but  prisoned beasties cause abuse
and injured  creatures have no  u$e
zoos would rather put to sleep
those creatures they  could  cure and keep
it's like big bu$ine$$ everywhere
the profit  motive  shows no care.

Thanks to gods or thanks to fate
Bentley - rescued -  not too late
by Bat World folks of Mineral Springs
Texas  folks - where  love still sings
and Bentley spent his last four  years
being nurtured - no  more fears
until the day he passed  away
to fly with angels - laughing  play
where there's always  fruit enough
no bully beasts or zoos and  stuff
no need to  hide in fear or roam
at last dear Bentley flew on  home.


Author's Notes: "Bentley  was born in a zoo in 1981  and hand-reared after his mother rejected  him. He spent 19 years on display in  various zoos, where he was  picked on by more aggressive males and received  various injuries  that included the loss of his lower lip. Bentley was  consequently  confined to a cage by himself for over 12 years, where he became  malnourished and developed psychological problems from being alone.  Bentley  found refuge at Bat World Sanctuary in June of 2000, shortly  after we learned of  his condition and that he was scheduled to  be euthanized. Although Bentley was  only with us for four short  years, we are thankful we were able to give him the  rich life  he so deserved, and he seemed truly happy in his final years.  Watermelon  was among his favorite foods. He loved to chow down on it; whether  on  a kabob or being held." ~Bat World, Mineral Springs, Texas  USA  http://www.batworld.org/in_memory/bentley.html This poem is  a brief requiem for  Bentley, a salute to the caregiving volunteers  at Bat World, and it attempts to  share a bit of information about  his kind. My thanks to Julia Truelove (Oregon)  who suggested the  effort, for I learned much.

2 Dozen Years
by Wendy Baral Cooper

I hear your breathing as you lay next to me,
Deep, resonant a definite snore.
How reassuring, how comforting.

You were but a stranger to me
Oh those many years ago
When we first met, first talked.

You were easy to get to know,
Friendly, caring, funny,
As interested in me as I was in you.

Captivated by you we wed 10 months later.
Supported by you I became a mom.
Loved by you I blossomed.

Together we weathered our storms:
Death of parents, illness, separation.
Parted from each other but never parted inside.

I know your innermost secrets, desires,
Wants, fears, cares.
You know mine

And here we lie years later,
I am comforted by the sounds of your snoring,
Reassured of your presence.

You fill up my senses
You fill up my dreams
You fill up my world.
I love you.
-----

Beauty
by Ted L Glines

For one moment
dear reader
gaze upon beauty
her mystic smile
those eyes that know
without any doubt
what you are
real beauty
not masqued by
Max Factor
under layers of foundation
lipstick blush mascara
which hide genuine beauty
under clown-paint
turning faces into cartoons
where cancer laughs
across the pages of
popular glamour magazines.

Leonardo da Vinci
appreciated real beauty
(as do I)
so, just for this moment
look upon
Lisa Gherardini
Mona Lisa
and finally know
why real beauty
scorns makeup.

-----

Bright Child / Dark Child
by Wendy Baral Cooper

Bright Child

A smirk to hide what’s going on
A love of sports of any kind:
Baseball, basketball, soccer
Yes even cricket.

Dark Child

Secretive, hiding from family,
Friends, authority
Police, teachers, the world in general.

Bright Child

Teases you, laughs out loud,
Quick to tell you he loves you
In quiet ways with smiling eyes.

Dark Child

Stubborn as a mule, unyielding.
Quick to anger, won’t let anyone in.
He has drawn a circle to keep everyone out.


Bright Child

Yields to tickles and pancakes.
Not as smart as me for
I have drawn a circle to include him in.



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