Autumn III: Written on the Winds

[Baut Images: Bumblebee and Canadian Goldenrod]

I can feel it in the air,

Taste it on the breeze.

Apple and cinnamon,

Pear and pumpkin spice.

All the lovely flavors,

That make this season nice.

Bumblebees and honeybees,

Flying through the air.

Searching for the nectar,

And all the pollen that's there.

It's written on the winds,

It's written in our souls.

Autumn's all around us,

So let the love just grow.

It's written on the winds,

It's written in our souls.

Autumn's all around us,

So let the love just grow.

Let the love just flow...

Roger Allen Baut

⊰道 Once again this offering is made in
'triplet' form. Image, poem and video.道⊱

"There's no beginning,

There'll be no end..."

...from another place and time

I See You Smile...

[Image: Rosie Hardy]

  

I see you smile.

But, I know,

Behind your smile are thoughts.

Thoughts you don't think I know.

Yet, I do.

I smile at you!

Roger Allen Baut

Requiem for One Stop Poetry

[Baut Images: Ecolo]

ODE

We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams,--
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world for ever, it seems.

Arthur O'Shaughnessy
(Initial lines)

As I awoke this morning, I felt very motivated to write this blog about One Stop Poetry (OSP) since I had participated in some of it's activities; namely One Shot Wednesday and One Shoot Sunday. I had also been interviewed by Adam on one occasion, and with Chris on another, with some of my photographic images being shown, along with one image that was  used in the Sunday challenge. What a great and positive experience that was!

The following are some of my personal sentiments regarding OSP:

• One of my primary beliefs is that our species, if it is going to survive, is going to need to bring people together, and work for the mutual benefit of everyone. Our forefathers knew this, when they said, "United we stand, divided we fall."

• This, indeed, is what I saw in OSP. People working together for the benefit of all participants and co-founders alike. To me, OSP brought bright and talented individuals together and provided an online experience that addressed the several aspects of the Arts.

• It was absolutely amazing to see how these Arts were presented, and that presentation must have been pretty darn good to pull me in. Especially, since I'm one of those rather selective individuals about what I do, or participate in. I look for quality, and I do mean high quality, and OSP manifested that!

• Everything about OSP was a cut above anything else I had seen regarding the Arts. Pages, layout, graphics, images, Mr. Linky (methinks) for participants to link their sites to an activity, programming, et cetera, was literally TOP OF THE LINE! Whomever did all of this work (and I think I have an idea of who it was) certainly should have been given more than a Shorty; preferably an Emmy and a cash bonus in gold; not paper!

• As I participated with OSP, I became acquainted with, and was fortunate enough to interect with some very extraordinary artists and a few of the co-founders associated with it. I really enjoyed this intereaction, as visiting their sites expanded my insight into how some of them presented their work, and how they did things. I also appreciated comments that were made from other participants and co-founders, when I wrote a poem for one of the events. I found the comments to be a wonderful tool to help me take a second look at what I had written or presented.

• So, it was, I felt a bit of sadness when I first heard about the departure of co-founders, and then to learn later on, that others were leaving too; especially since OSP had only recently celebrated it's one year anniversary. One short year, and so much accomplished. One short year and a concept that was so very much needed in today's materialistic and tired society. One short year and a model that is hopefully an inspiration to others. One short year and a Shorty for a job well done for the co-founders.

• To Adam, Peter, Leslie, Brian and Claudia, Chris, Gay and Jessica, some of you I know a bit better than others. I want to say to each of you that I am sure your efforts with OSP have touched the minds, hearts and lives of more people than you can ever imagine; I know it did mine! And, in touching those lives you have made a difference in them, and I am certain it is a positive difference.

• So a BIG personal "Thank you," is in order to each one of you, for giving me the opportunity to encounter One Stop Poetry! The path each of us travels is often a "pathless path" whether we realize it or not, but that path takes all of us to the same place at journey's end.

• FINAL THOUGHT: The sad thing is, that I do not feel One Stop Poetry had to end when it did! I think there were some other dynamics involved that brought OSP to its conclusion. There were enough people involved who could have carried on the torch of OSP, even if some other individuals didn't want to. OSP could have continued bringing people together for the benefit of the Arts and people everywhere...Think about it...Did OSP really have to end so abruptly? And why does it seem that our species keeps doing this sort of thing to itself...over and over and over...But it is over...sad...Sayonara to One Stop Poetry. Perhaps Sayanora to Homo sapiens..."The moving finger writes, and then moves on." Kahlil Gibran.

"For each age is a dream that is dying,

Or one that is coming to birth."

Arthur O'Shaughnessy

Roger Allen Baut ☺



Quietude

[Baut Images: Sunstained Warrior]

Quietude.

I see you sleeping.

Physically,

Yet, a traveler

In other lands;

In other realms.

Quietude.

A silence and peace surrounds you.

Angelic,

Yet, still human

With a dozen frailties;

Will a million perfections.

Quietude.

Your wisdom veiled by the ages.

Buddhic,

As you lie upon the lotus

Opening the incarnation;

Opening the kaleidoscoped eye.

Quietude.

The day awakens about you.

Light,

Filtering through gold-green leaves

Upon the warm broad meadow;

Upon the sunstained warrior.

Roger Allen Baut

Hopes and Dreams

[Baut Images: Breaking Through]

Hopes and dreams, dreams and hopes,
Bundles of hopes and dreams,
Tied together with strings of aspiration!

Roger Allen Baut

Hidden and Revealed

[Image: Adam Romanowicz]

Hidden and revealed are the secrets of life.

Each of us searching our lives and selves

To find the answers to the mystery

That lies behind the door of our mind and soul.

A flower of windmists, a foggy day, a drop of dew,

An amber afternoon in October, a summer's night,

And a winter's day. All hold the precious answers

We are looking for, if we but only look within,

And see with our mind's eye.

Hidden and revealed are the secrets of life.

Each of us holding within the essence of truth,

And a spark of the Divine;

That lie behind the door of our mind and soul.

Roger Allen Baut

It Happened While...

[Image: Chris Galford]

Dusting the crop

Of harvested featherheads

Icarus pondered

On the abstraction

Of indesolate spheres of incandescense;

Burning brightly, in the Autumnal candles

Of forest delights.

Condescending the metachimes of clearessence

He speculated on the matters of improvisation

In spectral meanderings.

Momentarily gesticulating

On the gloating fusion of afterfacts,

And indulging in the cohesion of solar flares,

He plunged into the fragrance of coronal mandarin.

Arising from the sparkler fires of thought

Icarus merged with the complexities

Of the entirety, gaining,

The ultrimagination of the future born wizards

Of integral motion.

Erasing the dew from his brow

He plunged into the morning sunset.

Roger Allen Baut

Seeds of Insanity

[Baut Images: Cain]

They say it all started

when Cain slew Abel,

and the seeds of insanity were sown.

For who of a sane mind

would kill another,

and not even think it was wrong.

Then came the long march

of death and destruction

from Babylon to Egypt, then Rome.

Mighty Rome took it further

through conquest and legions;

by burning and salting the ground.

But empires rise, and empires fall

as it seems they so often do,

and with avarice, friend, build they tombs.

Then look to religions,

saving souls with fools gold;

shadow empires amongst all the rest.

Priestly travelers call

with their banners unfurled,

and a sword hung close at the hip.

Yes, they say it all started

when Cain slew Abel,

now those seeds have all fully grown.

Roger Allen Baut

We are the Children of Earth

[Image: Fee Easton]

We are the flowers of Earth,

And we come in many colours.

We reach toward the Sun in its glory,

And kiss turquoise skies that meet land.

We live in peace and unity,

And celebrate our life every day.

For we are the children of Earth,

And at-one with all flora and fauna.

We sing and dance on the breezes,

And fill the air with our scent.

For we love all that life has to offer,

And to play with and tease humming birds.

Yes, we are the flowers of Earth,

And we bloomed long before Atlantis.

We watched as life crossed the planet,

And brought food and shelter to Man.

Yes, we are the flowers of Earth,

And our fate lies within your hands.

Roger Allen Baut

Today’s One Stop Poetry Challenge prompt was shot by UK photographer Fee Easton

I See You!

Picture Prompt Challenge!
inspired by the imagery of Rosa Frei

Photograph and copywrite by Rosa Frei

I see you,

And I see right through you.

Though you think

I am blind, I see!

See your subtle diversions,

Covered in nods and dispersions,

And laced with a honeyed Corexit.

I see you,

And I see right through you.

Wearing a fine mourning cloak,

That's been skillfully woven,

From sackcloth, ashes and mace.

I see you,

And I see right through you.

To your banksters, and gangsters,

And politicos, who are fracking

The earth 'til it breaks.

I see you.

And I see right through you.

Gazing into your heart filled

With wars and the corporates,

And a nation that's lost its grace.

I see you,

And I see right through you!

Though you think

I am blind, I see.

I see you!

My first submission to One Stop Poetry's
One Shoot Sunday Photo Prompt, with the portraiture of Rosa Frei.

Roger Allen Baut