The Old Woman
BY: Keith H. Seymour
She possesses the grace and beauty
that creates a sense of peace.
Her eternal uniqueness
comes from
vitality and inner-strength
that never does cease.
Her beauty
is so often painfully serene.
It is a beauty
which is worshipped
by mere mortals
and each celestial being.
The face of this old woman
tells of our futures,
and even where we’ve been.

Her eyes
still sparkle like …
the rarest gem, the shiniest ore.
Life’s teachings
have been chisled lines upon her face,
as if she were…
a statue of a goddess
from ancient greek lore.
Though many of these lines
were created by the architects of worry and fear,
her presence and beauty
still selflessly served others,
providing all who know her
their most precious of years.

She is the oldest of women.
She is known by residents of earth
and residents above.
She is the most beautiful of all women.
The one known as
LOVE.

beginning new book

Sunday, June 19, 2009: Today.I decided that I needed to write about the obsta

lces of dealing with epilpsy. It is going to be one f the hardest things I will ever do, because in spite of the name of this blogsite, there will be nothng creative about the facts in this book.

Still, maybe somebody can learn from my experiences, and how I have turned them and contiue to tutrn them into positive (yet difficult lessons.") The problem is obviousely not wrting about overcoming the obsticles, or even that it will in many cases bring up issues that will put me in a less than positive light, but through documented facts will put not only alot of powerful people within the south carolina school district (and family members in a positve light, it will also put alot of people in these same catagories ina negative light, and this could cost me friends,and increase what are alreayd stressful relationships among some family members.

Still, I have heard about and seen too many others go through what I ahve gone through to keep quiet, and if I do not stand up for what I believe in, and my standards of truth because I am afraid of disapproval, when not doing so could hurt others,what does that say about me?

I could write it as fiction, but what good would that do? If it got published I would only be asked at some point where I got the idea, and if it came from my life? I then would have to tell the truth. Maybe writing the manuscript annd deciding whther or no to submit it later, would be best.

UN-I-DENTIFIED

UN-I-DENTIFIED
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BY: Keith H. Seymour
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I enter a seemingly familiar room… or place
even a function to which… I have been invited,
or of which they have made me…
A part.
And though the people there seen to notice me…
They really don’t.

They say hello
and ask about my health…
Always asking about… some person or acquaintance
we currently know, or at least… we once mutually knew.
Their words and expressions
that flow with continuous consistency
seem to indicate
some sort of acknowledgement of me.

Yet, the tone in their voices
and their eyes… Oh their blank eyes…
They all say something else.
I would not say it is like… I’m invisible.
It is more that… Even though I know
I am there, to everyone else
I don’t really exist
and to them I never
Really did.

Thw Unexpected and unexplained Gift

THE UNEXPECTED AND UNEXPLAINED GIFT
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Why was I given this Unexpected Gift
of experiencing these ancient islands
and this beautiful blue-grey sea,
that flows into some ... beautiful Philippine bay?
Included in this aesthetic experience,
I notice that there are
flowing above this floating sea,
clouds of pure white mixed with some distant... forlorn grey.
When combined with...
A beautiful but disappearing sunset horizon,
they seem to successfully and aesthetically create
a forefront and backdrop that so easily labours together.
A simple but beautiful labor created and perpetuated
so that my eyes... and my soul may be fortunate enough
to... partake of this loudly serene... Asian Sea.

Oh how I long to be part of those distant islands
that now seem almost hidden
among some mystical haze.
These sights, these feelings...they are my privilege.
They are an undeserved gift given by some unseen being,
that is of some higher and far more exalted existence
than I.

For, surely no mere mortal
could possibly own or freely obtain
such a right, as to partake of
such a perfectly created beauty.
A beauty that is normally reserved
for
those residing in...
a more celestial place.
What type of being
would bother to create
for this earthly domain such beauty and grace?













THE UNEXPECTED AND UNEXPLAINED GIFT
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What anonymous benefactor
would extend
such an extravagance to mere mortals-like me?
This unseen benefactor asks nothing
material value from me.
No monetary promissory note of debt
is or will be accepted from me.
The only collateral that I am required to give,
is to truly and honestly
Respect, Honor, Care for, and enjoy
"these" most glorious women-
these beautiful Philippine Islands,
and this glorious... Asian Sea.
I will always treasure
this
unexpected and unexplained gift
That has been so lovingly, freely, and graciously
given
to me.

Serenity

Serenity
********
I sat beside the ocean,
and looked upon a place
of God’s creation that is…
So “perfectly” glorious to me!
A wonderful- the sunset ocean.
A calming image
of solid sandy specks of land,
and an exciting fluid mass of water,
Uniting,
In a marriage of
Serenity.

As the colours of dusk shone upon
the new grayish ocean,
I know that their warmth
benefitted all of the sea’s inhabitant’s.
It was just then that I noticed:
The stillness of the land…
The silent ripple of the now peaceful sea.
Causing me to believe:
“that God had stopped time
Just for me.”

As the sun and light
later began to completely fall,
the quietness of the ocean’s being
spoke volumes to my spirit.
A spirit that…overflows
as I am permitted to humbly adore
the grace and beauty
of the most
glorious, exciting, and mysterious female of all.

I will always love my ocean,
and she will always be precious to me.
Whether blue by day,
or deep black by night.
Whether she is brightened by the sun,
or a host of stars
her beauty will always be
“My very own”
Serenity.

Keith H.Seymour, is a freelance writer, poet, journalist . media consultant, current living in Columbia, South carolina. he is available for poetry readings, classes, (including tutoring), and classroom appearances. If interested in finding out more, he may be conacted at 803-960-875 (cell phone) or at keithhseymour@bellsouth.net