End Abuse

A man who beats or slaps a woman
is an atrocity to the goodness of man,
Those who know of such behavior
are morally obligated to do what they can.
Prevent reoccurrence is what you must do
else his soul will take you to hell with you.
A man such as this respects no one else,
Not even the soul which lies deep in himself.

Gods children are aching and filled with great pain
by letting this evil extort it’s dour reign,
They suffer in silence afraid to cry out -
left hopeless, alone, they begin to doubt -
In the goodness of man, of mercy and joy
Left to the devil, they are wickedness’s toy.

This type of man hides his acts like a coward
pretending to be the man of the hour,
He’ll smile false goodness to all who may be
but when backs are turned and no one can see -
His disgust for the world unfolds in a fury
taking his time to enjoy not to hurry,
The pain he inflicts on an innocent soul
dominates, humiliates, that is his goal.

This is a plead to all those aware
please guard all our women and children – please care.
Do all you can to show value for life,
IT IS your business to show goodness is right.
How would you feel if your loved ones spent hours,
wracked with such pain their bodies would cower –
Moaning each second at how they did hurt,
huddled and aching and wondering life’s worth?

This man is a coward, worthless, a punk
his acts and his mind are nothing – pure bunk.
Lock him away where no more harm can be done,
let God’s sweet babies enjoy again the sun.
I know it’s not easy to find courage if you care,
But all of us together can stop such despair.


by Rodney Crater
Copyright 2009

First Fleeting Visage

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I spied him in light’s early day --
A day which stole my heart away;
The air stood crisp with morning dew,
Blessed, chance day of which there’re few.

Strong he stood with hair of gold,
Which framed his eyes of blue and bold,
His manner spoke a story made,
By courageous heart and lovers ways.

It seemed I stood a thousand years,
Froze in gaze by wondrous fear,
That he might just glance my way,
And take my heart with him to stay.

Thunder broke my helpless trance,
As his steed began to prance,
Into the sun from whence they came,
A gilded god without a name.

Lost I stood as moments passed …
Wishing for this time to last …
Then remembering duty’s call,
I headed for the castle’s walls.

Copyright 2009 Rodney Crater

The Song of True Romance

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Awakened we are to a rose hewed dawn, with
Feelings deep – deeper than ocean currents carry.
Our hearts sing a tale, merrily sung along,
Hearkening our souls to listen – and to tarry.

Such passion -- greater than fevered ocean’s storm,
What will become of thy precious lovers creed;
Shall practical matters take thee into reign,
Leaving you breathless, without a moments heed?

Our fingers always touch -- softly laughing -- delighting to be near,
Speaking words of lovers’ dreams as nuzzling birds at roost;
Bodied souls flow in accord, enamored unity replete,
Whence does sensibility find words? It cannot be set loose.

Alas the world demands its dues, survival bears such cost,
But know my love beneath it all lives sweetest consonance,
As we share scant precious days we’re granted on this earth,
Our hearts will sing a lovers song -- the song of true romance.

by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright 2009 Rodney Crater

Sweet Lady Leda Fair

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Fair Lady Leda,

A woman as beautiful as you are
Is as the morning star;
A bright and wondrous light
That would ne’er fade
Even against a majestic sunlit sky.

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by Rodney A. Crater
Copyright 2009 Rodney Crater

My Dearest Love

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My dearest love, my truest friend
from time’s beginning till its end,
When you left my heart stood still
and I’m afraid it always will.

You told me I should carry on,
When the time came you were gone.
That I should find true love again,
But I fear I doubt I can,
And if I do I don’t know when.

You said I’m still a younger man and
I should take the world in hand.
Live my life to fullest worth
with merriment and lots of mirth.

But sweetheart how could I begin
to find someone to love within.
My heart’s been yours so very long
To think of others feels quite wrong.
Tell me love how do I go on?

Another who may wish my heart
Might think that you and I should part;
That I should break my ties with you
But darling, honey that won’t do.

We were together half my life,
You were my blessing as my wife,
What once was two together souls
Became as one, a complete whole;
We are all it is I know.

I will gladly take the hand
Of a new love if I can,
And I’d love her quite complete,
But I pray she won’t compete.

To vie against your memory
would shear in two that which is me,
The sweetest part of me is you,
the tenderness, compassion too;
Without you I could not be true.
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by Rodney A. Crater
Copyright 2008 Rodney Crater

Where Do I Go?

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Where do I go when God carries you home,
What shall I do - wander aimlessly alone?
Who will I be with half of me gone,
Where shall I turn when my world might go wrong.

How can I trust this greater plan as unveiled
Which takes you from me, the one whom I’ve held.
I wish I could see what purpose it serves,
Instead of just hearing it through someone’s kind words.

We’ve mapped out our future with many great plans,
Things that we’ll do as we walk hand in hand.
Should I continue to carry them through,
Without you I wonder what good it would do.

I know that you’ll always be part of me dear,
This is not something I doubt or I fear.
It’s just I’ll miss pleasure in your delight,
and your slight fussing when something’s not right.

How shall I cope only seeing you through me,
Not knowing for certain if it’s just fantasy.
Where do I go to find your sweet words,
Treasures I’ll miss when they’re no longer heard.

by Rodney A. Crater
Copyright 2008 Rodney Crater

Dark Man

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Dark man,
I knew you long ago -- once in my youthful years carefree.
Hearken!
Take not my tender love, my life fore she belongs -- to me.
Stay your hand,
Abate thy shrouded scythe, let not your hand be near her soul,
Charlatan!
You let me live my life, then take away whom makes me whole.
Times of sand,
They have not fully run, you have mistook your reaper’s list.
I know you can,
Pretend her name’s not there, her gentle smile will not be missed.
I’ll make amends,
For what I’ve done in life, please go your way return no more.
Until life ends,
For me then take us both, together grateful -- I implore.
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by Rodney A. Crater
Copyright 2008 Rodney Crater

New Horizons

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Marsha gazed on blue domain of human love and human pain,
A clouded marble she made home before she let her passions roam.
‘Another life I’ve now been shown and memories are but all I own.’
‘Shall I soon be made insane from missing sun, the wind and rain?’
To the stars she turned once more and gently let her spirit soar.

Her vessel slipped through time’s skewed door, a sturdy craft made to explore
The vastly miniscule universe where oft is forged man’s dreams inversed.
‘Will this journey be a first’, she thought, ‘or shall it soon be cursed?’
She crossed her heart as to implore some higher power’s will before
Attending to her exit plan from hyper jumping space’s span.

Awestruck now, her vision panned across the planet’s foreign land,
Gliding through the atmosphere her heart was filled with joy and fear.
‘Will I find new promise here?’ -- To her cheek there fell a tear.
Touching down on emerald sand, fortune opened up its hand.
Swooning breathless, she slowly stood beside the one who knew she could.

Two children lay on raft like wood and asked their mommy if she would
Tell of Earth and was it good -- She wondered if she really should.


by Rodney A. Crater
Copyright 2008 Rodney Crater
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Knowing

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As we stand naked in vast, starlit skies,
Pondering deeply the who, what, and whys,
Glimpsing the greatness which heavens impart,
Knowing how small we play as a part.
A question unanswered remains absolute,
Where’d it all come from, what is the truth?

For those who’ve been taken by uplifting light,
But came back to living, time not being right,
A knowing stays with us of much more to be,
Patiently waiting, we know we will see,
Existence’s answer unveiled crystal clear,
With nothing hidden and nothing to fear.

by Rodney A. Crater
Copyright 2008 Rodney Crater

Guardian of the Heart – Part 1

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She sat beneath a peridot moon, entranced in evening's tranquil swoon,
A shiver crept upon her, chilling deeper as it went.
The forest near gave haunting calls, she gathered tighter comfort's shawl,
And thought of lonely hours she had worn and painfully spent.
She wished a better life than one she now had to lament.

A dashing lad once from her swayed, her innocence of tender age,
She kept his memory polished well and deep within her heart;
A guardian who came to tame, the heartbreaks that came time again,
A mystic cohort made of starlight, one who’d been there from the start,
And never would he ever leave her, never would they ever part.

Crystal sparkled long her cheeks, granting solace as to speak,
Of burning sorrow tearing loose her deeper parts within,
Silver rivers thence forth burst, from withered soul which woefully nursed,
The last of strength she breathless summoned, summoned as a prayer for him.

His arms held tightly round her now, she let the night fade slowly dim.
'If only he were really here', she thought, as sleep crept softly in.


by Rodney A. Crater

Copyright 2007 Rodney Crater