Wednesday, October 11, 2017

THE PERPETUATE MAN, A POEM OF CONQUEST

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The Perpetuate Man,
A Poem Of Conquest


A vision unfought for
Becomes darkened
Waters
Rushing down the streets
To plunge
Through the iron grate
And die in the sewers.
The one who surrenders
Becomes like
Pages scattered
Unread,
Whose virtues were
Summarily sentenced
As unworthy.
But the man
Who pumps the bellows
Through the night
And resurrects the flame
Of vision
Is the one that
Spectators call a fool-
Yet he is the man
Who knows
Each failure
Empowers triumph.


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Saturday, September 23, 2017

GEOMETRIC INCLINATIONS A POEM ABOUT MISCONCLUSIONS

A short poem that causes you to think about our relationships to ourselves and the greater world around us.

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Geometric Inclinations
 A Poem About Misconclusions

Squares fill our lives
With sharp corners
We fit them together
And like building blocks
We constructed ourselves.
But those squares are
A grid of enslavement
And a cycle of exploitation,
So
We have become a currency
Traded
Squandered
And spent
By soulless mechanisms.
We welcomed this net
At first
Because we wanted more
For the squares were filled
With pretty glitter
And we did not know
That they made us less.


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Tuesday, August 29, 2017

THE LONG SHADOWS, A POEM OF REGRET AND RESOLUTION

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The Long Shadows,
 A Poem of Regrets And Refusal

In my heart is a place
Made of thousands of stones
Mined from my choices.
Crows
Rob my assurance
By taking a stone
And leaving behind
The words, "What if."
All those "What ifs"
Grow like vines.
Once they were just
Harmless words,
Now they list things like
Locked dungeon doors,
Forks in the road,
And words said- or not.
They built a high wall
Between who I am
And who I might be.
Give them no credit
They are no more than
Dried leaves
That flutter about
On the summer wind.
We must leave the
"What ifs,"
Let them go like moths.



This is the kind of poem I like to write, there are teasers of imagery, it has a line of reasoning that may be slightly flawed, and makes a decent positive point.

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Sunday, August 13, 2017

TAKING KNOWLEDGE, A Poem of Psalm 32:5



TAKING KNOWLEDGE,
A Poem of Psalm 32:5


We want to be known
And yet we are afraid
Of being known.
We are made
In the image
God who is
Intimate
So we must be made
To be known
By such a God
And to know
Him-Who-Is-Light.
But we are flawed
With darkness within.
We fear rejection
Shame and ridicule.
God knows us
He loves us
God is willing to forgive
The worst things
We have ever done.
But the unforgivable
Thing
Is to not take
Forgiveness.

I acknowledged my sin to you, I said, I will confess my transgressions to the lord and you forgave,
Psalm 32:5


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Friday, August 04, 2017

THE PETTY DRAMA, A POEM OF THE TICKET HOLDER

This little poem uses metaphor to make a point about the way we live our lives.  I hope it gives you something to think about.

THE PETTY DRAMA
A Poem of the Ticket Holder


Ours is a city
Full of actors
Living on the stage
Of our little lives.
We rehearse dramas
Before the mirror,
And write our lines
As we say them.
We have forgotten
Our own names
While we portray
Fictional characters.
We live for reviews
Written by
Faceless critics.
We are unaware that
Only one ticket is sold
To the lifetime
Performance
And He
Who Is Audience
Watches from above.
He waits for us
In hopes that we
Return to the script.


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Thursday, July 06, 2017

FOUND BY FAMILY, A POEM OF THE ADOPTER

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FOUND BY FAMILY A POEM OF THE ADOPTER You can watch A flock of birds overhead And envy not the flight But their family. You can see a deer Grooming its fawn And envy the mother's Gentlest love. You can watch a wolf Teach his pup to hunt And envy the father Who leads his son. But to see your own Family photo Brings heartache For what you never had. Christ left his place In heaven and came here To die So your salvation is complete And his death Validates your adoption By blood into his royal family. Our own kin of earth's dust May disappoint But not our loving Father In heaven His love will never Disappoint you. He will never Leave you nor forsake you.


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