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Poems |
Gardens of Babylon to be published
Ross has had one of his poems accepted by Anchor Books for their anthology of poems titled 'To Pause A While...' This book is scheduled for publication on the 31st July 2009.
His poem 'Gardens of Babylon' will appear hear once the book is available to all stockists.
So check back early August to read in full.
I Create...
With this pen, I create. Anything my heart desires comes to life.
Speech becomes movement. Emotion becomes personality.
Atmosphere transgresses into reality.
Before me, on the sand of the beach, which rests before my house, I scan the horizon; the land, the ocean and the skies.
Within
these elements I see opportunity, as in every grain of sand, or every
pebble washed up in the waves brings new ideas and with it a journey.
A journey ends when its objective or task has reached its destination, its final point of rest.
But the adventure never finishes, because it can be passed on.
Just as that pebble rested on the earth, ending its journey; mine had only just began.
I create visions of beauty in my mind and bring them to life upon the pages of a book.
Thus I am a creator: a bringer of a journey with a start and an end.
But without these inspirations, I would be nothing.
You may travel the world; climb the highest peaks or delve the deepest oceans,
And you will witness many wonders.
Should you see a single lily floating gently down stream, or a lonely leaf moving gracefully in the wind?
Do not take it for granted, for it is a sign.
Inspiration may come in the smallest forms.
It is the smallest changes that make the biggest difference.
The balance of nature is delicate, but every action has a consequence;
A Light From The Bastille
Smoke clouded the images before my eyes
Beneath the fallen ruins of our own demise
Below me, stricken by death’s unpardoning despise
I heard the last remnants, of a brave man’s final cries
There he lay, I held him close in my arms
To keep him safe from any encroaching harm
An image to behold, if not sunken and frail
In the colours of our country, he re-told his tale
‘Before the towers, angels did weep
For those inside, deaths’ harbinger did keep
Forty or maybe fifty, voices were suppressed
Behind iron and steel, our hearts did detest
Several disturbances did arise
Beneath the cellars laid a chilling surprise
Barrels of powder, arms and provisions
Enough for a Duke and his grand battalions
Outrage and discontent, emerged into a haze of fire
As the people lined the Bastille, not to conspire,
But to enter the hearth of death’s construction
And free the men of hearts broken
Fire, fire all I could see
Smoke and Fog, in my eyes blinded me
The prisoners they cried, our men we rallied
Together we fought, together we died
Out of the midst of our destruction
Gateways pave to new constructions
A new dawn beckons, but not for me
This hope is for you; you are free’
Those words his last
As his time life sadly passed
I looked upon the man, rekindling his words
Through all my grief, I felt calmly assured
His trench coat of a royal blue
Pride and passion, of colours true
His skin, dove white, life faintly remained
But in his eyes, the light strongly retained
On his lips, the scarlet blood ran cold
But his spirit was free, his heart was bold
Under these towers, burning aflame
Remember us, as this day will remain
Forever victorious, in our name
Viva la France...
Crescent of Gold
A crescent of gold eclipses the dune
A temple of purity addresses me home
Marble towers kiss the sky of blue
Where birds flock around the ember dome
The desert is soft and pure in my hands
And the air is calm and spiritually moving
The aches and pains from my treacherous journey
By channels of light are gently soothing
The sun enlightens the city walls like mirrors
And I see my reflection and the smile on my face
I take my time to observe the foundations
And the arches that lead to such grace
From afar it appears like a cocoon
Huddled and enclosed from the outside world
But inside is an eternal butterfly
Of colours pure as its wings unfold
If Earth had a little slice of Heaven
One place which we could keep holy and renown
Let it be this city of Jerusalem
Its spiritual light, our golden crown
© Ross Daniel Baker, 2009
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