Author Archives: EKT Writes Poetry

Seeing is Believing

I looked across the ocean, and then across the sea
I saw the mountains, then hills of the prairie
Beauty shook my very soul as I began to realize
Living in a paradise is like winning a grand prize

But the thief crept in silently before the breaking light
The thief stole the whole of this to his great delight
The thief wasn’t really bad, it was just a matter of time
The target to awaken the heart of which is prime

The key to an agenda is to tell an enormous lie
One so convincing, hard to see with a naked eye
It takes a little while to figure out the deed
People have to follow for a plan to succeed

Move away from that plan, your freedom is at stake
If you don’t open your eyes, it will be your mistake
Ask the real questions, become a searching sleuth
Are they just paid to tell you not the real truth?

As for me I’m fighting, I will not let them in
It is clearly a battle, they just cannot win
They hurt people deliberately, their evil knows no bounds
Is it greed or power? They’ve taken all that surrounds

They have not considered one strong true fact
We stand with mother earth, she will always have our back
When she’s had enough, the earth will start to shake
Mother earth is something they will not be able to take

Unite all awakened ones, open your hearts to show
The force to reckon with, the hearts that forever glow
Freedom is the answer to all the open hearts
For heart is the freedom from which it all starts

Celebrating Life

Time for us to celebrate life, life as riddled in wonder
Growing through an intricate maze, not to trip or fall under
Feel the earth beneath your feet, your soul connects to the ground
The sun is shining on your head, as your heart makes a wonderful sound
The sound you hear is humanity, it is not a planned event
You can view it through your eyes as time you have spent
Living life as best you can, challenges were often intense
Expecting results that did not come, sometimes it made no sense
The volcano erupts, it changes the tide, causing great human surprise
That, dear friends, will have an affect, opening the half shut eyes
As humanity perceives tumultuous fate, renewed we bind together
Time to separate from fear control, joining hands to produce a tether
United we are strong, conquering the wrong, the evil agenda of past
Bind us all, prevent the fall, make our stance ever powerful, the last

The Heart of Danny Boy

I look and see her coming, I softly start to neigh
Telling her I’m waiting, for her to come my way
She doesn’t really know it, but she is my dearest friend
I know I’ll travel with her, until the day I end

And, once when we were riding, she slipped off to the ground
I simply stood beside her, until help did come around
That’s what friends always do, they stay right by the side
A horse with his rider, you just cannot divide

We loved equestrian jumping events, they were our specialty
You wore dressage riding clothes as we traveled the country
You always took extra care so I would look my best
I proudly held my head up high, prancing to the contest

It was our life, we created a bond, those memories to hold
You can go back with your thought, but a picture is pure gold
We knew one day it would have to end, time does not stand still
Know in your heart, I see you, looking down from up the hill


The Heart of Golf for 2023

There’s a thankfulness at the end of our year, twenty twenty-three
My golfing friends have joined around to share this time, you see
We play each week, we try our best, it doesn’t always work
But one thing is for certain, we all think golf’s a perk

Look to see what has been built, the friendships we see here
We try out best to play our best, the game it is quite clear
If our ball lands in the water or maybe out of bounds
We just think we will do better with more practice rounds

We talk about the things in life, we laugh and we have fun
One day a week, we join together, hopefully under the sun
As we continue to work at golf, knowing the sun slips away
In our hearts we will always know, the game we had to play

Chapter 4 – Feeling the Block

I had a thought not so long ago, the thought inside my head
No one else can hear the thought unless I speak instead
The problem is, and sometimes was, spoken words are said
They pop on out and fill the air, like magic, a word thread

And, if the thought is not so kind, spoken is not the way
For I would think that spoken words can surely make me pay
I doubt that thoughts, unkind thoughts, really want to stay
So, I close my mouth and my eyes to communicate with Frey

Then, of course, my mouth doth choose to override my brain
It isn’t what I want to say, but it takes off like a train
As my words head down the track, causing much disdain
I grab a glass of water, to wash away the pain

It isn’t what I meant to say or say it to be mean
My brain works faster than it should, a little like caffeine
I have to work on slowing down, the words I need to screen
Forgive me, please, it could be worse, not funny but obscene

I’m probably not so different, but sometimes I feel I am
Different can be good, especially for making jam
Unlike tasty eating, different speaking may even slam
Maybe I just need to isolate, into a far-off ashram

I might learn what is normal, for a whacky brain like mine
Do I fit into a crowd, or let the sun just shine?
Not sure I could do it, for to think is my assign
Guess I’ll relax and think about it, with a glass of wine