" S.O.S."
*********
With mortals', science so now advanced.
we can slaughter one nigh bare a glance
as many nations know the secret how
to kill in thousands with atomic plow
And so betwix us all you see
we need to haste from madness flee;
as now, we have to tread tip-toe
with many countries deemed a foe.
as we wait with bated breath
hoping none will launch by stealth.
that dreaded scythe that forms a cloud
could be a million mortals' final shroud.

"Just Thinking"
*************
When in a bus by window I
look-up-and-see-so-very-high
a Plane or two, with sure a crowd
and think of man, he's very proud;
As hundreds, perhaps-two-or-three
on fun-or-business-bound; Maybe!;
and then I think, this little knob
between the shoulders upright blob,
can think and plan and follow through
and make a craft take hundreds few
to places so extremely far
takes weeks by boat, or bus, or car;
When they so high look down and see
rolling land and we like flea,
they marvel too, and maybe nod,
and wonder if we're playing God..

" Celestial "
***********
Why be vexed God's Love be aimed
at one the least whom He has named?
You rage and say it's not deserved;
feel overlooked and unobserved;
why should you think you greater be
than lesser one chosen by me,
and rant and rave and make a fuss?
The fault's with you my dear Brutus;
For what your mortal eyes do see
can trick you into jealousy;
but here's a way to retrieve your grace,
seek that one Celestial Face
and waste no time in jealous fret
or you'll be trapped in downward net
and lose so much your positive trait
that brought you back near Heaven's Gate;
for what man thinks is low despised
God can use confound the wise.

"Rapid Eye Movements"
****************************
When I lay me down to sleep
who takes over this mortal heap?
as here-and-there I seem to leap

In-dreaming-state to places far;
some down here or near a star
and earthly places f a m i l i a R;

But what controls those busy REMS?
flipping minds like breez on stems
causing dreams, some bad, some gems;

then!, Up-slowly creeps my weary, lids
pleased that all my travel bids
didn't cost a cent...Am-happy-as-kids.

God save Guyana
**************
One jewel from the Mother-crown
Now on its own it wants to be
One nation formed race pot-pourri
The varying shades can only rule
when stop each other try to fool
and banish hate that hinders on
lndependence that so recent won.

And those who set-fire the place
like cutting off nose to spite the face;
for the awful things, by no matter whom
will sure return as personal doom,
with double force and awful might
because you did what wasn't right;
So think and think and think again
Save Guyana from split in twain.

"Adam"
******
I wonder often who am I,
and whose love for which I sigh;
The only person disturbs me wild
believes me weak, too meek and mild
because I rhyme so much of heart
she thinks I'm 'fraid love's other part;
She wonders how, and why 'tis she
who juggles and tosses emotion in me;
but emotion if not guided well
produces, maybe, chaos and hell;
Since that first day I she did see
she planted something deep in me
that's grown like tree in heart and head
with myriad leaves like shelter spread,
where enthroned she does abide
awaiting return the King her side,
so Heaven and Earth their love can blend
and return to God by bridge thus mend.
I try to know what mystery this,
when I think of her, such earthly bliss;
Maybe it's the Creator's power
gives love to me that I do shower.
I hope it does not she me rend
for me 'twould be the second sad end.

" Eve "
*****
By which serpent were you deceive
for the world had more I do believe
of many types and size and hue;
Which one is it deceiv'ed you?
Was it one like Magician's feat
which Moses' serpent rod did eat?
Maybe there are similar Gods
from various trees potential rods
that at a word can serpent be
like Moses when did mystery
and myriad copse though small and lush
have godly voice like burning bush
and climbers too, like forest vine
seeking sun on them to shine
Maybe vines not have much choice
their twining rod have whining voice
they might just too curly be
might only wiggle and tickle thee
but canopy weave they compensate
by blocking sun, trees suffocate.
Trees mantled once this planet Earth,
each had some God from seeded birth
but among themselves maybe did fight
to reach up high and bask in light
then dozer-bull and power-saw
man slayed the Gods of Forest Law
and 'stablished cities all round there
then slayed one another with bullet and spear
and so it goes from bad to worse
invoking to self their own big curse;
So Dear God, this is my prayer
deliver us out of cruel snare;
Make new Garden Adam and Eve
and lead us path of undeceive.
Arising morn from peaceful sleep
to see the sun through window peep
as it rises higher and higher
it stirs with life all hearts' desire
and folk begin each other greet
and day progresses and they meet
'till one heart another touches
and sends a spark that sets off blushes
and so bestirs their mutual passions
that might end in usual fashions.

"Departures/Arrivals"
***********************

When at Airport I take a seat

and watch as folk depart or greet,

what I do see it swells the heart

and tears of sad or joy do start.

The time did come for a mother blest

vacation far for needed rest;

She dreaded now the wrenching tear

at leaving father and kids so dear.

When time did come to say Goodbye,

none of them had one dry eye,

yet felt in heart so happy for her

they stayed till plane was far away blur

Then on way home all quiet as mouse

they reached now lifeless empty house.

Returning from vacation far

a Mother exclaims, "Oh there they are!"

then anxious kids, their Mother behold

she sweeps them up in arms enfold

while Father waits his blushing turn

for kids to end their joyful churn,

then he and she embrace in love

united again and blessed above;

And now they leave all chatting away

to happy home of love and play.

"Control Tower"
*************

In all our journeys made by air

of Pilot's skill is most we hear;

For they are of the mettle best

passed the vital rigid test;

And their crews whom we enthuse

their PR adds to pleasure cruise;

But, scarcely do we ever state

that the Folks in Tower also great.

Those men and women in the Tower

are vital part of Pilot's power;

As layers of planes in spiral band

await the Tower's word to land;

while departing planes in line do wait

their turn through open aerial gate;

As the Folks in Tower, they careful plan

then give the word......"Now, go you can!".

Sometimes sad when Controllers hear

the last from a plane that disappear.

Now!, the skill of those who guide our planes

when arrive or leave in traffic lanes

are the Tower Folks who tend our flights

all day long and through the nights

so this Rhyme is dedicate

to the Tower Staffs****We appreciate!

"Sparta"
********"

The name of Sport quite sometime past

is do or die, you must be fast,

So!, caught-up, in excitement, thrill,

many sports are warlike drill.

Now! Athletes do not win the race

but the drug that set the pace.

The well-known drug that's now in

boosts you to that kind of win;

And now it is which Pharmacy

has potion of supremacy;

But watch effect in later year,

it might be too hard to bear.

So, any folk who win by trick

will find no rest as conscience prick;

for when in mirror they do look

reflection say you are a crook;

So!, start afresh, refuse the drug;

You'll see in mirror one happy mug.

" Weapon Sale Woes"
*************************

The Nation who war-weapons-produce

with secret-ones that-can-all-life-reduce,

should never be used for barter-and-trade

you might not live enjoy the-dollars-made.

Such weapons all, you should secret keep!

within your country, or you'll surely weep;

By selling such secrets, you'll dire regret

curse yourself and fume and fret.

For the Country to whom weapon-secrets-sold,

will turn on you and use them bold;

So the dollars gained are nothing less

than your own country's Nemesis.

Think twice, or thrice, ' fore-such-a-sale

could be your people's death on a massive scale;

For the buyer in time might becomes-irate;

has in his hands, your people's fate;

But 'tis you who sold for all that cash

that can shamble your nation to dust and ash.

There a-billion other things with which to trade

but do not include secret-weapons-made

for that would be a big and stupid bet

to stake human life on Russian Roulette.

***********************

"Summer Scene"

Since the Winter has gone and Summer is here
we see all types of torsos bare
as guys and gals to sunny shafts
expose their parts both fores and afts.
We're not shy for all to see
how skinny or rotund our bodies be.
Some busty up or chesty down
or dragging heavy voluptious bum.
Sometimes hard for viewer tell
if forward walk or backward fell
and skinny folks if sideways be
seem to vanish both me and she;
Now! - Refer back to days of yore
when skirts with hoops were down to floor
and bathing suits to ankle reach
with sleeves to wrist did modest teach.
Took years before they slowly crept
now hems and sleeves are upward swept
then smaller and smaller went the bra
make many exclaim " Ooohh la la".
They say it's done to liberate
from laws which man initiate.
With some their grumps we do agree
but baring all for all to see
like pushing Mother out in street
with not a stitch from head to feet;
but that I'm sure you'll never do,
for into world 'tis she brought you.
but few can boast they did not fall,
for we all did once pass through it all.

"Just Thinking"
When in a bus by window I
look-up and see so very high
a Plane or two, with sure a crowd
and think of man, he's very proud;
As hundreds, perhaps two or three
on fun or business-bound; Maybe;
and then I think, this little knob
between the shoulders upright blob,
can think and plan and follow through
and make a craft take hundreds few
to places so extremely far
takes weeks by boat or bus or car.
When they so high look down and see
rolling land and we like flea,
they marvel too, and maybe nod,
and wonder if we're playing God.

"Adam & Eve"
Did the God who made the first mankind
imbue some form with Surgeon's mind;
One to trust with knowledge great
from Adam to form an earthly mate,
so allowed that form the Surgeon's gift
from Adam's rib to woman lift;
Or was it just a prankster's fib
that she was from ther sleeper's rib.
Maybe 'twas Doc', his primary joke
to race Adam's pulse and sex invoke,
for Eve she laughs and runs to this day
and man still tries to catch and play.
Running, she thinks, "I'd love to be caught"
but fear it is with problems fraught.
This is where I now will pause;
Do you know, this catch, it's we it cause;
So that's how start our passion's game
Love in sex is creation's name
so if I dare the answer pose
it is between the head and toes.

"Stars"
I have in mind a star celeste
a guiding force that is for best.
when ere that star so far above
pours in Poetry's spirit of love
it fills the heart with heavenly bliss
that if not shared will be remiss;
But then!, we may not understan'
what myst'ry works in mortal man
but the God Supreme of all the stars
did Venus use converting Mars
for though he once be God of war
he's now filled with great amor
and seeks to share 'mong mortal us
such living love as famed Venus;
so now you'll see the coming trend
by the Power of God all wars will end.


"Tides"
Striding o'er the Ocean's floor
mountains were hillocks; Nothing more!;
as beneath his feet like castles sand
no thing His power could 'ere withstand
and his chest in breathing did heave and ho
caused all the tides to ebb and flow
and in motion walk from out his ears
came eddies strong of seamen's fears.
If angered He blew, made hurricane
and suchlike things of mortal bane.
While his body strode o'er the ocean's bed,
if he rose and viewed the lands ahead
and only looked with angry eyes
all souls would lose their mortal ties,
but then, when calmed, the oceans' waves
He shows his heart by the many he saves
for His myriad spawns on land do live
spreading the love mankind should give;
So while we probe above and below,
have no conceit, we only think we know.
So curb the desire kill out-of-hand
and struggle by love, try understand;
So there you have inspired peep
at over and under the Oceans deep,
but fishermen know when with fears did fill
the one who told the waves; "Be still!".

"Of Visions"
'Twas cloudy when at dusk I saw
visions vivid as I gazed in awe.
Three crosses on a hillock stood.
the one between with side in blood;
Believing that of mind I'm sound
while two women seemed a-mourning loss
they suddenly spun their backs to the cross
but though impaled I clear did see
why sudden fear they backed from me.
'twas a grave looking man, tall slim and fit,
with black and white cowl garb of Egypt;
He strode up to my wound, flap lifted and pried
then walked down away as if satisfied,
then I heard me say..."It is finished"
Last words they were as life diminished
then my head flopped down onto my chest.
the body I guess was laid to rest.
It all seemed strange for I wasn't asleep;
I was quite upright when I got that peep;
From that event there rose a star
that changed my values on earth by far
So now I seek and hope to find
That love which is Celestial mind.

"Micro and MACROCOSM"
By Rupert Westmaas
*********************
Starting from  the searching  biped-man
from days of yore to his present plan
to reach  high in progress score
has,  by leaps and bounds opened the door.
As from the time we learnt the- fire making trick
by rubbing together two dry stick
and, that metal too,  when bent,  would float;
from that we built colossal boat,
then fire-melting sand we created  glass,
which when  bent  in convex or concave mass
contract  or expand see other worlds alive
of amazing Living  micro or Macro size.
And now we are with such knowledge vast
have to choose which way our die to cast .
And that's the crux we're at  today
Knowledge, knowledge, to choose our way
For  Peace and Goodwill as  Humans  fray;
That's all for us that we should pray.

                        
                                     " The Test  "
                         ***********
                   I wonder if somewhere in time
                   I were yours and you were mine
                   and if ?twas so, what sev?rance blow
                   exploded,  split,  and tossed us so,
                   to distant worlds so far apart
                   as if to test our true loves?  heart;
                   I think ?twas hate,  not love of God?s design
                   that someone touched the button of time
                   to see whose love they can control
                   when split apart in space to roll
                   to find if love can guide its fate
                   by testing force ?twix love and hate.
 
                   They watched us with malevolent grin
                   expecting that their hate will win
                   while seeing us look for cosmic chance
                   to leap back in t?our orbital dance.
 
                   We waited to feel our planets? pull
                   to redraw us close for love in full
                   As swirling,  swirling  in orbital fling
                   nearer and nearer ascending ring
                   each glimpsed the other in passing way
                   while planning and hoping unite one day
 
                   When we saw our stars now approaching near
                   our excitement grew beyond compare
                   as we tensely await converging ring
                   with arms outstretched t?embrace us in
                   then came our chance to leap and greet
                   two hearts united as we did meet.
 
                   We know that we have passed the test,
                   hate has lost, strong love at rest.
                   Us two now are planet one
                   among the stars to love and spawn;
                   So now we live, no thought of fear
                   can enter in our atmosphere
                   for hate is dead which made us fall
                   itwas killed by love which conquered all.
 
                              
 
" Source "
*********
Oh how we feel our matter grey
is the ultimate God-man today
who thinks he can to heaven thrust
though is naught but grain of dust
and like dust in projected beam
propelled along in upward stream
he hopes to stay forever yon'
forgetting Source that keeps him on
and God who with a simple flip
can out the light and end his trip
he falls right on to Earth again
which from whence it is he came.

            "Types of Government"
                   **************************
              Compared with some other Governments I'd say
              that  Canada UK and the U S A
              are far ahead  as humans evolve,
              governing with hope and high resolve.
              When the person in their elections lose
              he's sad of course, but no hateful abuse;
              The party failed e'en shakes the winner's hand
              but plans again next election stand.
 
              There are many countries remaining  still,
              who in political race, Smother and Kill;
              People and property they destroy in-the-din
              forgetting same fate if by violence they win;
              Having to restart from the very scratch
              rebuild the destroyed to previous match;
              That takes time, resource, and dough
              for a government new with poor cash flow;
 
              And what does happen among this violent breed?            
              dissenters They kill with lightning speed,
              so within this group there is no joy
              they're a-watching for inner-schemes and ploy.
              For cruel thoughts they never abate
              but pockets fill at rapacious rate.
              'till some other group, a similar gang
              tears them out, with tenacious fang,
              so  the vicious circle goes round and round
              no end in sight for by hate it's bound,                  
              So try your best slaughter-system change
              Our system more civil is within your range.
 
                                        
Rupert H.D. Westmaas was born and bred in the then British Guiana on May 4th.1920 and emigrated to Canada in 1977. His late elder Brother David was Dr. Cheddi Jagan's  Secretary and the younger one Rory and Martin Carter were in that era.
He can be contacted at saamtseW@Rogers.com.