Mute
by Ted L Glines

There once was a hermit in Flynn
whose end was before his begin,
he'd always say, “Hmmm ...”
you'd think he was dumb
when he uttered the same thing again.

He had not a mother or dad,
no kids - that always seemed sad,
his life was no riot
preferred peace and quiet,
thought loudness was simply a fad.

He had journeyed to every odd land
talked to all of the people on hand,
and in every dominion
he heard their opinion
and none of them seemed in demand.

When he'd talked to everyone twice,
heard all that was naughty and nice,
with no mutter or moan,
came home all alone,
with silence - a pearl without price.

He died and it gave us a frown
on his stone we wrote this down,
“He never said much
no gossip or such,
the wisest old man in our town.”

My Lady
by Ted L Glines

Heart is racing - throat's gone tight
for I'm gonna see My Lady tonight
three long years
aching tears
now everything's gonna be all right.

Love so strong - we cannot waste it
time - distance - not erased it
spirit power
drink this hour
hands and tongues to touch and taste it.

Tension burning like hot gold
what was guarded - now unfold
heaven's bower
passion flower
bodies clenching hard and bold.

Love's aroma makes us high
roll this coaster 'til we die
hearts in hand
obsession fanned
stars exploding in our sky.

Now everything's gonna be all right
heart - racing - throat's gone tight
longing years
endless tears
for I'm gonna feel My Lady tonight!

Mother  Cries
by Ted L Glines

My Self  is Stars
And  vastness of space,
And tiny planets
Where  life knows My pace.
In  oceans teeming,
Whales sing my Grace,
And forests and plains
Are My  special place.

I am  the wind
And thunder showers
Which feed the  earth;
Just  some of My powers.
The worst of your fear
Before Me cowers,
And Love is proclaimed
In the scent of My flowers.

This  is My  soul,
My body, My home,
A garden for you
And  your children to  roam.
Peace, Love, and Light
For you and  the rest,
Was all that I  wanted;
Only the best.

My  brooks are tainted
With toxic waste,
And forests are gone
In  your greedy haste.
My breath is  poisoned
With fumes and  smoke,
And the air in your cities,
So brown,  makes me  choke.

My body is yours,
My heart and my soul,
And  it's  only your love
Can make me whole.
Can I feel, as your  Mother,
Your  loving touch,
Or must I go wanting;
Do  you hate Me so much?

But  when you fail
To answer My  plea,
I'll keep on trying;
You need me, you  see.
Some  day when you're wiser,
And love one another,
You'll  understand  Me,
And the tears of a Mother.