This is the time of the year that our expectations are
high especially when we were young.
We relish our family and friends and that special
someone, sharing in our special day of fun.
We expect all sort of things from
those who share our lives and space.
We sometimes find ourselves reminiscing
about past birthdays in a quiet and isolated place.
It is always good to remember and reflect on
happy times and not the things we dread.
You see the quilt of happiness and sadness
are woven with the same thread.
So don't be mislead by the melodious tones
and happiness portrayed as joy.
Beware of the fleeting remnants of birthdays gone by,
and little girls dreams and big girls toys.
Always remember that the true meaning
of a birthday is the gift of birth.
Experience it, share it and protect it
while you are on this earth.
Your birthday is very special to me
because I have you in my life.
And it becomes more special with each passing day,
because you are my wife.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Your Loving Husband
Gamaliel
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Friday, March 29, 2013
"BETRAYED BY HER EYES"
I have been unable to dream
for lack of images.
I am unable to retrieve from
the deep depositories of my mind,
for lack of a connection to
the unknown.
The intensity of her eyes
brings to bare a revelation of
truth and sanity.
When I have within my
grasp the true self, I
discover the reflection in
the mirror.
In the mirror, I can see only
her eyes. The entirety of
her being escapes me.
Her eyes once again
betrays me.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2011
for lack of images.
I am unable to retrieve from
the deep depositories of my mind,
for lack of a connection to
the unknown.
The intensity of her eyes
brings to bare a revelation of
truth and sanity.
When I have within my
grasp the true self, I
discover the reflection in
the mirror.
In the mirror, I can see only
her eyes. The entirety of
her being escapes me.
Her eyes once again
betrays me.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2011
Thursday, March 28, 2013
When The Storms Comes
Who were there when the storms came?
Who has the power to stop it's anger?
Yet we refuse to acknowledge the Creator
of all things.
Who allows us to weather the storms?
The awesome hands of God, as He
chastise us for our trangressions.
We have become students of our
own ignorance. We have learn nothing
from God's lessons.
Who makes the earth shake, and the
heavens to release it's rain?
Who makes the thunder roar?
Who shakes the earth at it's core?
From the four corners of the earth,
the wind whisper His name.
GOD!!!
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2011
Who has the power to stop it's anger?
Yet we refuse to acknowledge the Creator
of all things.
Who allows us to weather the storms?
The awesome hands of God, as He
chastise us for our trangressions.
We have become students of our
own ignorance. We have learn nothing
from God's lessons.
Who makes the earth shake, and the
heavens to release it's rain?
Who makes the thunder roar?
Who shakes the earth at it's core?
From the four corners of the earth,
the wind whisper His name.
GOD!!!
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2011
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