Some Poems I wrote a while back

[Alan McDougall]

 

Poems by Alan McDougall 15/2/2007

 

 

why?

 

oh, beautiful planet earth! why? why? why?

 

oh terra, terra! I have loved you so,

           and sown your golden fields

                     with my songs of peace

 

I died to hear the music you should know

     by now...the song to bid your

            surging cease.

 

‘why, terra did you turn to hate?

       your blue and earthen hope

          of joy with greed

                       on your restless need for

                               death and war

 

 (Alan “the thinker”)

 

Sunninghill

 

Infinity Road (A poem by Alan McDougall)

 

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as I approach the infinite long dark night

resist it with all my might

I try and try to comprehend this end

to which all men must descend

 

is it a sleep that all must take?

or is it an eternal end that all must make?

I like to dream of awakening in light not dark

in a beautiful place to which all righteous men depart

 

do we sleep the sleep of forever?

or do we awake some other place together?

does the answer to this ultimate question

remain forever a process of eternal redemption?

  

on one glorious day from timeless sleep I awoke

and heard a beautiful and kind voice that sweetly spoke

my faithful son at last you have became to understand

exactly your place in this troubled land

 

you, my beloved, have truly never ceased to seek

the infinite destiny that in eternity for you I keep

so for you and your family, no eternal death awaits

because of your zeal to know your fate

 

soon I will bring you all to this holiest place

and there I will you never forsake

very soon, you shall hear a sweet call in the dark of night

come, come into the holy glory of the father spirit of mighty might

 II walk in the cool of evening along sweet meadows I have never seen

I smell the beauty of grasses that have never been

strange golden streams of crystal waterfowls

as the blue glory of mighty skies above glows

 

 I search the long forgotten memories in the attic of my mind

along the twisted channels the very depth soul that I could not find

I see before me things so wonderful I knew from long ago

I puzzle over the enigma of knowing what I do not know

 

out there far beyond the knowledge of any man is revealed

something of such great mystery to it my heart had appealed

why have I on this one thing so many years stalled?

is this infinite knowledge from many men would be appalled?

 

walking on through the shade of great trees that give eternal life

I hear the sweet forgotten voice that comes to free all from everlasting strife

high green new grasses in this new do land grow

as transparent waters chuckle dance, sparkle, and flow

 

Alan (composed 16/2/2005)

 

 

Emmanuel’s Light   ( A poem by Alan McDougall 2001) Come fly towards majestic Orion with me At great speed to our majestic god we flee Through a wide river, at last, we fly Reaching out to a great light beyond the sky Towards the sides of the north nearer and nearer we flew Arrayed in spotless white robes given to you Across a vast space of infinite night Together clothed in glory we continued our flight Oh great heavenly cavern so measureless to man See before majestic Emmanuel gather all who can By mighty angels, through glorious clouds, we are driven Closer and closer to gods mighty throne in the midst of heaven At last to those mighty gates of heaven, we came Baptized by El Shaddias light all were the same In joyful luminous glory, all creation did sing By that stupendous realm of the holy king A mighty voice shook all creation and rang through the air Saying loud gather all around great EL Shaddais colossal chair Look at god’s right a wonder is seen to rise “Oh my beloved son, at last, I can give you your PRIZE” Bathed in beautiful grandeur of the one who had atoned Countless multitudes stood quietly before Emmanuel enthroned Joyfully before Emmanuel at last Faces glowing by lakes colored by golden riven glass Rejoicing at a life that would now never pass

 

 BULLY MY BELOVED FRIEND

 

I had a black and tan mix breed dog when I was a boy over forty years ago. I got him when I was 12 and he died when I was 29.

I loved him more than life, he was the best friend I ever had much closer than a brother.

I was TOTALLY broken-hearted and cried for a month or more after he died. Strangely his death affected me more than the death of my beloved parents.

Like you said he became a part of me and I know God has kept him safe in heaven, waiting for my arrival with his spiritual tail wagging wildly

Our pets are all in heaven , they are/were living souls while on earth just like us. And in some sense much BETTER and more loving

Here is a poem I wrote about him

  

Oh! How I remember the awful day that my beloved dog Bully died

Oh! How the uncontrolled FLOW of tears as I wept that day that and cried

Ah! 12 years of age I got this beautiful fat black and tan puppy

Ah  Small boy I was then and so very happy

 

At! 29 years of age now a grown married man Bully was still my most beloved first friend

I!  Looked at him while at Vaal the power station and saw he was near his end

He! Looked at me with suffering eyes

Yes! This was indeed the day that Bully died

 

What? Was I to do now for my beloved dog? What?

 

Oh! Oh! How I cried the day that Bully died!

 

OH! OH! OH! HOW Do I remember BELOVED BULLY?

 

Alan Grant McDougall

 

 

 

[Trichakra]

Poems are too good. Carry on.