Collected Poems

By Lee Rector

Part I


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As changes swirl throughout time

To scatter yon dear ash of life

We settle into different space

 And any good that’s left behind,

Held fast within supreme mind,

Posts evidence of grace.

The spirit shall be born again

Shall open eyes, wide baby’s eyes

To view the star, to hear the sound

Come burning through a morning sky.

Time flashes clean into the now

Christ in glory shining stands

And Christmas dawns in man …




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There are two kinds of love,

Emotional and decisional.

Emotional love you don’t control.

It controls you.

Decisional love takes just that

Conscious commitment to love someone.

Some may say this is mature love.

Mature love has its boundaries.

Emotional love is untamed and wild.

Emotional love tastes long after it lasts.

It seeks and smiles and scouts and sears.

Emotional love wastes after its pass.

It pains and prides and pants and peers.

Mature is love bound – tied to a chair –

There is a wealth of comfort there.


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Goes the sound

Of eyes scanning light on velvet black stars

Green seas and coral foaming white

Desert parched skull.



Fireworks flower.


Tree swing tire

Spinning empty

Below the pine.




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Morning mirror,

You project the image

As I

Looking ahead

At my reflection


And interpret

What I see.

Beyond the wishes

Likes, dislikes

Dreams and imaginations

There you hold

Starkly revealed

– Left is right

And right is left –





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Wearing blinders.

Horse goes where you want.

Without blinders horse wanders around.

Focus your energies.

Believe in fairy tales.


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You never really understand exactly what the effect of communication is,

Until you miscommunicate.


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God Confident


There is nothing wrong with being…

God confident.


God confident means knowing

You love God.

God confident means acceptance

Of your sonship with the Eternal Father.

God confident means open circuits.

Circuits open to the fullness of God’s gifts.

God confident means you see

The good truth and beauty in your life

God confident means the glimmer

Of brotherhood has dawned in your soul.


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First Things First


The first thing we see in this life is light

Like coming from darkness from sleep in the night

The first thing we feel in this life is the clamp

As the cord drops away we feel cold, we feel damp

The first thing we hear in this world is our sex

As the sound fades away into balance and checks

The first thing we taste is our mother’s warm flesh

As instinct to survive suckling lips intermesh

The first thing we touch in this world is our mother

Insecure, abating, awaiting the other.


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Let me tell you what is garbage.

Garbage is waste … rubbish … rubble … stench

Crap that should be carried away

Or washed down the sewer.

There wasn’t a human being there

Who had tickets that night

That didn’t have the same spark of divine dignity

That you so eloquently abuse.

I’ll tell you what’s garbage.

Garbage is pride and envy

And hatred and vanity

And the deceit and lies

That you carry around in your mind!


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Et tu!


Dim and dank

House lights eyes were closed to blink

A message.


Yet puzzled sat an audience

Which sprach thus one in performance



“Will the princess ever prance

Upon the ears of the prince





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Imperceptible as it may be

It shall change the level of the sea.


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A star shines

Brilliant with light

The love of eternal

Stretches out through night


As inherent is birth

In Universe plan

Son becomes father

Word becomes man


As a circle connecting

Forever and true

So may the light

Shine forth from you.




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 “The sky is a circle,”

He exclaimed from his perch

Gesturing around

His eyes swept far in search


“The mountain grows from valley

The valley grows by stream

To yon awaiting ocean

Or that’s the way it seems”


Then stepping down he smiled

To the students at his feet

And passed down through the aisle

Walking on in search of peace.




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Placating predictable patterns

The aggressive one sucked energy

From the listener.

Till deflated

Stone cold.




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This vessel in which I travel, has wearied.


Identify yourselves.

Are you?


We are!




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20 years from now,

Should I still be alive

30 years at this job,

I’d be 55.


21 years away

Still at my usual tricks

The company would be 41

And I’d be 56.


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A Friend


You wear your pity well, my friend

You wear it on your back

Your carry it where ‘ere you go

You wear it like a pack


Your wear your pity well my friend

You wear it like a brace

It compliments you when you smile

You wear it on your face.


It seems to become you, friend

And to enhance your spell

Your hopes, your dreams your fortune, friend

You wear your pity well.


You wear your pity well, my friend

You wear it like a star

That guides you through your days, my friend

You wear it like a scar.




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Sorry to destroy you,

But you should have been walking

Somewhere else.


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Stretching your spirit …

Like winged bird soaring blue

Beyond the breadth of what is you

Expanding mental causes

Reason to inquire…




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Successful thinking

Is success.

Your comforts will follow.


Success comes before reward.

Reward in itself is not success.


You see …

Let’s say you wanted to have

Money, wealth and power

And you went out to get all that you could

And you didn’t care who got in your way


You’re going at it the wrong way.

That’s not success.


Giving is the key to success.

Sometimes we get things upside down,

Backward, lopsided, distorted.


You have the power, wealth and money right now.


Look inward, where it is quiet.

There is a voice in there.

It speaks to you in INSIGHT!

All knowledge abides

In your inner power

Waiting for

You to






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I’m hungry

Please feed me.

Feed me with a message.

My soul burns.


We all – bar none –



We suffer for the miracle of awareness.

We ache and yearn for enlightenment.


When quiet.


Yes, it’s true.

When we go deep within ourselves …

Observe the parade of thoughts …

We know we are someone.

We are.


“I am!”

I am observer of my thoughts.

They are not me.


I can.

I can choose my thoughts.

I can to choose to be what

“I am!”




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Writers Block


I sit to kiss the flower of language with my pen

To smooth the silken petals into words once again

Untangling knots of memory back to order, and then

Letting go to watch them spin a bird’s nest in my hand


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“Rise like a Phoenix,”

Looking down from above

He said, “Fly like an eagle,

Soar like a dove.”

Like gathering the ashes

That the wind has blown away

I tried to pull together

All that I had thrown astray.

With a small collection

Of what I used to be

An offering was made

Then I waited to see.

“Offer me your love,”

Was the abrupt reply.

“Offer me your actions.

Offer me the sky.

But do not hold the shell

Of what you cast away

Up before an altar

As you kneel down to pray.

Offer me tomorrow.

Offer me today.

Offer me your soul.

Without further delay.

Offer me your mind.

Offer me your will.

And I will give a universe

For you to build until …”




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MacArthur Park


If I may impose,

Does not the cake

Have the freedom

To be left out in the rain?


Superimpose on the matter

Of this cake thought.

Personality is a gift.

It can not be taught.


Bestow upon your reason

That reason itself moves,

Unmoves, unseen, seasons

Is what ethics prove.


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Xmas Card 1984


The universes are teeming with life.

How imperfect methinks we am

To muddy shallow waters

With small material plans.

When reaching out for reason

Push selfishness aside.

You must touch the matter of primal cause

To turn on the circuits of life.


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Trivialities must all be said

Have a nice day

Brush your teeth

Before you go to bed.


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And in the silence of gladness

Open up your soul …

For truth, beauty and goodness

Are yours to behold.



Your mind to the thought

Was once born and always

You are a child of God.


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A Prayer


Please, Father, help me be

More of you and less of me

In everything I do and see

In everyone I meet.


Please, Father, help me give

More of love and less of self

In every way that I live

Please, Father, help me give.


Please, Father, help me trust

More in you and less in us

That I can be of service

Father, please give me a thrust.


Please, Father, help me do

More of what I’m destined to

And less of what I want to do

Because I know that I AM you.


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So now we’ve seen reality

And as our dreams have shown

Illusion is the brine of life

And men have returned to stone.


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Ponka Ticka – Ponka Ticka

Ponka Ticka – Ponka Ticka

Ponka Ticka – Ponka Ticka

Ponka Ticka – Ponka Ticka

Ponka Ticka – Chit

“What is it?”

Ponka Chicka – Pong

“Something’s Wrong!”

Ponka Chicka – Tick

“Fix it, quick!”

Chicka Ticka – Dack

“Check the tach!”

Dicka Pooh – Whew

“I’m afraid it’s through!”

Whoo Whoong – Whooh

“No! No! No!”

Whooh Chicka – Tssssss

“Is there no chance?”



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Moon Shot


The room was blue from the TV tube

As all eight gathered ‘round to watch

And the announcers tried to fill in the delay

By showing commercials a lot


The excitement was new and rather strange

That men had sat down on the moon

And the clock rolled around to early morn

We’d be too tired to perform that afternoon


When the door finally opened I had gone out for beer

My friends watched the tube rather dulled

“One giant leap for mankind” was spoke

And footprints were stamped in the mud


Eighteen months later there and back again

We still sat in the TV blue

I still wondered what the outcome would be

What these voyages really could do


For a nation still cries out in fear


While my friends are all off asleep sleep in their beds

Dreams of voyages of their own filling their heads

The dawn cut through my cigarette smoke

This was really nothing more than a joke


Madison avenue gained a lot

By advertising the moon shot

And telling of the juice that they drank

And all of the money they sank

…Into the sky.




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Until the ego dies

You are trapped in condition

To stretch immortal wings

You must release tradition


For mind has no beginning

Mind, it has no end

It sweeps in pure perfection

Like the passing of the wind


Mind imposed on matter

Starts ticking of the clock

And to complete the cycle

The hands of time must stop


So mind is free to wander

Absolute, complete and free

Till again it settles

On some other energy




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The sense of self which peers

From behind my eyes to you

Is the same sense of self

That you are looking through


Consciousness, a puzzle

Is the voice which says, “I am”

One self pervades creation

In an ever sweeping plan


It was there before you or I

Ever came to be

And will steady forth its course

Throughout eternity


For the secret to yourself

Is the source where you begin

You were here before you were

And will ever be again




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I shall


I am!


I go!




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Upstream there is a source

From whence the river flow

And as it gathers waters

To the ocean it shall grow


And as the source shines brightly

Oh the waves, it’s glory streams

Clouds begin to gather

And thus is formed a spring


Upstream there is a source

From whence the river flow …




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Bedtime Story


As I close my eyes

Wait for sleep to be my garb

My memory seeps backward

And snags upon a barb


Before I tear my trousers

Save I open old incision

I shall slowly back away

And alter my decision


For soon it will be mourning

I shall find myself awake

So quickly I take warning

Least I make a grave mistake.




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As naked storms are twisting

Lo there’s danger in the air

As small men run to shelter

To hide within their fear.


The thunder set on blaring

Readies widely at the door

To blast its lyric laughter

In a gust of cracking roar


“Oh he controls the elements”

A fearful voice proclaims

“You will be struck by lightening

If you step out of the main.”


One silent by the fireside

Not prone to speak in haste

Once given cause to utter said,

“Thus chance be thrown to waste.”




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The mirror turns its face

And stares you in the eye

Speaks when you speak

Copies your expression


Would but you could step out

And express unique idea

Would but we could divorce

And speak what’s on your mind

Would but I could

Know your thoughts

And find you to be kind.




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Flame licked a waxy candle

With it’s blue and yellow stem

Eyes fixed on its flicker

Wondered if it could be him.


Man seeks for proof in places

In such strange improper ways

Yet truth can be found be seekers

Who but concentrate their gaze.


For within the darting ditter

Of awareness in repose

Are the seeds of diamond glitter

All the cosmos to expose




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Three Short Poems




I shall!




I am!








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© 2001, Lee Rector, Reno, NV, USA, 606 Nebadon

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