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An able man am I,
I’ve not gone without.
Things others hold dear,
I really don’t give a shout.
It’s not my possessions
that make me able.
It’s not arm strength,
wrestling at a table.
Much more than material,
possession or talent.
Even more than knowledge,
and acting so gallant.
Ability comes from within
the individual soul.
A anthem written in ink
on a parchment scroll.
Truth, honesty, faith,
and love, ’til I die.
That is what makes,
an able man am I.
Lekatt
© 2010 – 2020, Lekatt. All rights reserved.
Intuition is a soft thought,
something that you feel.
It pops up now and then,
not really a big deal.
Some say it’s nothing,
just your imagination.
This small nagging thing,
like a stomach irritation.
A gut thought that can
easily go unnoticed.
Better for you to ignore,
than to promote it.
Yet, it was known to help
people cross the Atlantic.
When intuition warned them,
not to sail with the Titanic.
There were several cancellations
by people who felt the pending
danger of sailing with Titanic.
Lekatt
© 2010 – 2020, Lekatt. All rights reserved.
Words can’t say what the heart feels,
when the dreaded notice comes.
That a loved one died on the
battlefield ‘mid smoke, fire, and guns.
Emptiness, deep grief, smites
a wordless troubled heart.
There is nothing more to say
a bullet has shattered it apart.
A hug, or two, a gentle pat on
the back, one hand in another.
Is that all to be done, for this
deeply loved, now fallen brother.
Suffer the heart to speak that
which can make the carnage cease.
Listen to the words of the heart,
and find the path to peace.
Lekatt
© 2010 – 2020, Lekatt. All rights reserved.
Dance with me on froth of waves
‘cross spans of deep Blue Ocean.
Twirling, leaping, bonding, ’till,
we faint from the emotion.
On the deck of a swift Brig
watching the sky at midnight.
Counting all the winking stars
graced in their warm soft light.
Slide with me down mountain peak
onto the lush-green plateau.
A place where no shadows hang
nor any harsh winds blow.
Love me just for who I am
as we float on misty clouds.
No guilt, and no regret, far
from the perplexing crowds.
Playing through the illusion,
we can choose to happy be.
Just as we are this moment,
no dark future to foresee.
Lekatt
© 2010 – 2020, Lekatt. All rights reserved.
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