Contemplative Poem One

O true Home,
O true birth place,
O true haven or throne,
O spirit of comforting lace,
Be my reality!

O only place, at present,
Where I have decided to dwell,
(and not resent),
Be built up!

O highest aim of my maturity,
O refuge from the rain, the world and all its pain,
Shelter me!

O Subject of my present,
O Object of my future,
O Obsession with my work,
O Space between my hands and feet,
O Triune spiritual night-light,
Integrate me!


Contemplative Poem Two

O true Family,
O true cupped hands,
O true receiver of my human humility,
O people of my home land,
Resound with purpose!

O only resonant lovers,
The mother and father who created me,
(and did not tear me down),
Be famous!

O braider of my hair, holder of the comb,
O valued members that share my home,
Visualize me!

O Subject of my breath,
O Object of my flesh,
O Relegated source of education,
O Test between nurture and nature,
O Singers of the night-time carol,
Enfold me!


Contemplative Poem Three

O true Sisters,
O true girlhood memoir,
O true women of my heart,
O well drawn devoir,
Sing your chorale!

O only girls with whom I share
My dreams, and let do my hair,
(and not criticize my ways),
Be praised!

O those girls who held my hand,
O sharers of my secret lands,
Validate me!

O Subject of my songs,
O Object of my strongest derision,
O Sworn keepers of the pact,
O Resting on my inner vision
O Muses of poetry vast,
Promise me!


Contemplative Poem Four

O true Brothers,
O true boys of my branches,
O true men of my heart’s tree,
O well planted oaks,
Drivers of my soul!

O only boys with whom I share toys,
Blackberries, and mother’s pies,
(and not upset my dolls and joys ),
Be raised!

O those who sailed the ship’s imagined veins,
O those who flew the paper airplanes,

O Subject of my happiness,
O Object of my gathering,
O Hunters of the deer,
O Partakers of the family meal,
O Listeners who don’t grow restless,
Read me!


Contemplative Poem Five

O true Ancestors,
O true heritage of grace,
O true men and women of my colony,
O waters of my truest face,
Resurrect me!

O only line of my surviving race,

Humanity’s heart beating in an open space,
(do not regret my place on earth),
Be thanked!

O ancestry of my civilian blood,

O parental call of servant hood,

O Subject of my long lineage,

O Object of my aim to mesh,
O Creators of my flesh,
O Hope of future children,
O Patriarchs and Matriarchs,
Look down from heaven!


Contemplative Poem Six

O true Benefactors,
O true patrons of my corporation,
O true financial foundation,
O supporters of my restoration,
Incorporate me!

O only officers of my accountability,

The ones for whom I give my all,
(and to whom I give account),
Please call!

O holistic leadership behind successful lures,

O panacea for my failure,
Ride on!

O Harness of the horse,

O Trainer of the colt,
O Mentors of my progression,
O Delineators of my succession,
O Insurers that I am an asset not a liability,
See me clearly!


Contemplative Poem Seven

O true Country,
O true place of my beginnings,
O true inviter of the alien,
O night ship’s harbor,

O only platform in our vulnerability,

The uniform of our individuality,
(and to whom we salute),
Our native land!

O orthodox beginning,

O leader of a people through the wilderness,
Speak our narrative!

O Place of great interior health,

O Grace for mystery and stealth,
O Beholder of the children’s hounds,
O Keeper of the wealth,
O Safety of the many peoples within your bounds,
May your borders be safe!


Contemplative Poem Eight

O true Land,
O true high mount of my citadel,
O true boundary of my worth,
O territory as long as it is wide,
Fight to defend!

O only generous benefactor,

The dimensions of our faith and of our deeds,
(and to whom we look for conscience),
Our kitchen fire!

O force to drive our law abiding,

O collaboration with the model citizen,
Seek our compliance!

O Valleys in the mist to forested peaks,

O Western plains with rodeo stud,
O Prairie fields of hard red wheat,
O Snow-cleared iced canal, and river mud,
O Territories vast to island roads last,
May your prayers be those of many faces!


Contemplative Poem Nine

O true Sea,
O true tide of my rocky shore,
O true place where I find my soul,
O ship-wreck to those who despise you,
Salty measure of the moon!

O only diametric tide,
The didactic sea horse that does not throw its rider,
(our sandy place of peace and seashell solace),
Surge to island beaches!

O unrelenting power abiding,
O untamed are nature’s depths in hiding,
Our pregnant mother!

O Seaweed turning in your underwater tryst,
O Nourishment from every krill to fish,
O Kelp upon the tide pool bares its barnacled breast,
O Pilings holding to the sand’s grail,
O Terror of the ship through tempest’s wail,

Our first amendment!

Contemplative Poem Ten

O true Sun,
O true light of earth,
O true star on which we depend,
O burning peril of our atmosphere,
Source of all green life!

O only undeterred figure,
You cross the sky each day,
(and never fail to rise in precious morn),
Intellectual brightness!

O center of our solar system’s mire,
O unrelenting heat in desert’s fire,
An axis of greater stars!

O Farmer with his agricultural plough,
O Planter of the cultivated brow,
O Tropical jungle green heat burning bright,
O Moon and planets’ father through the night,
O Strong-willed child that will not bend in flight,
All life encircles you!


Contemplative Poem Eleven

O true Prayer,
O true place of lowly saints,
O true incense in a holy place,
O inner hope lifted high,
We ask for our needs!

O only unfragmented reel,

You record our organic questions,
(and don’t fail to note our authenticity),
We asked for a higher power!

O central consensus of results,

O determination of our pursuit,
You are the beloved!

O Mother bird with lifted wings,

O Shield us from the snares of earth,
O Protect us from our vices and our things,
O Deliver us from desires that we birth,
O Fly in us from corruption to your resurrection,
We will not be deceived!