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Poetry : Permuted Predictions
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Posted by Sylvia on Friday, February 27, 2004 (18:30:22)
By Brian Henson
They told me not to worry;
They said, "Hey, take it easy!"
But inside was a warning
That this would not work out.
How could a person tell them
That things were not that certain;
That there was still, in earnest,
An element of doubt?
They said, "Just trust us!" (ahem);
Thay said, "For sure, 'twill work out!"
But this, to me, was 'kin to
The tossing of a coin.
I saw it: fifty-fifty,
And confidence was waining
From that bemoaned "gut" feeling
Way down inside the groin.
It suddenly but landed,
The coin against the tile,
And yet, again, they stated:
"You must have faith you'll win!"
But when I saw the verdict,
The coin was not as hoped for;
I felt like I was hell-bound,
For some immortal sin.
The sin of not accepting
The truth that one does not know
The verdict 'till it happens,
Before us, plain and clear.
That's why I don't predict it:
My future in the present,
As one cannot fulfill it
In the moment, now and here.
Brian Henson ©2004
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Poetry : Autistic Reflections
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Posted by Sylvia on Tuesday, February 17, 2004 (22:02:57)
By Brian Henson
I wish that I could speak to you,
But you are just a voice.
I try to understand your words,
Your needs and wants and choice.
But when I set my eyes on you,
The words but disappear,
As all I see is just your face,
So far, but yet, so near.
And when you ask me, "What's your say?"
I haven't got a clue.
I still am stunned by what I see
Before me--it's so new...
I feel like eyes are giant suns
Just beaming down from high,
And fearful I might hurt my sight,
I get a little shy.
The conversation seems to end,
As I cannot sustain
Your message and your face at once;
'Tis like it's all in vain.
But this is not a mark on you;
I want not you to part,
But be there when we are to touch
The spirit and the heart.
Brian Henson ©2003
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Poetry : Friendship
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Posted by Sylvia on Friday, February 13, 2004 (00:51:27)
By Brian Henson
Please, give me a pathway that leads onto heaven;
O, give me a faith that I'll always defend,
And give me a hope that no evil will conquer,
But most of all, give me a friend...
A friend who is full of much hope and desire
To live in a peaceful, bright land,
Where war is not known and there is no destruction
By anyone's envious hand....
A friend that I can trust with dignified honour,
A friend who is deeply sincere,
With whom everytime I may share my own feelings,
Of fellowship, sorrow, or fear.
This friend will be mine for so many long seasons;
I'll help him the most and defend
The fellowship, trust, and sincerity of him:
My foremost and worthiest friend.
Brian Henson ©1965
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