Poetry

COVID-19 Waltz

Opinions masquerading as truths

Insults instead of discussions fly

The dizzying dance of online experts

Another month goes by . . .

Guy Fox

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Poetry

An Old Friend

Creativity builds up inside me

I can feel it rising, rising, rising

And yet

My fingers hesitate over the keys

Unfamiliar with the old actuality

Of writing

This renewed and welcomed ability

To chase after productive originality .

 

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Poetry

Howl

I want to run

And howl

At the moon

Tearing off this skin

Ripping it to shreds

Revealing this bruised

Battered, damaged Creature

That resides within.

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Blogmas 2019

Blogmas: A Time to Remember

“Howling wind slows mid-flight

At the sound of the infant’s cry

It too must take a breath,

To watch a miracle unfold.

The baying mule pauses its whine

When it hears the baby’s laughter.

He wonders who is the cream-colored creature

Asleep in his trough of hay.

A young mother pauses her prayers

To meet the heavy eyes of a father.

Their journey reflected in his joyful eyes;

A journey of trial and triumph.

Angels of fire and light release

A breath held, a too-long pause.

Their voices crescendo, shaking the Heavens

and waking sleeping men.

Magi with presents that shine

And shimmer; complete the fervent

Journey to bow in wonder

At a bundle swathed in cloths.

And now we students pause,

Suspend our studies, to remember

A story, to take a moment to praise

The birth of a Savior.​”

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Alphabet Challenge

“E” is for Evening Song

Evening song sung

Elegant candles flicker

Eternal slumber

Today’s Alphabet Challenge features the letter “E.” In the comments below, let me know what you think of today’s poem and drop a link to your own post that fulfills the “E” challenge! At the end of each month, I will be choosing my favorite Alphabet Challenge Entry and sharing it on my blog.

I can’t wait to see what you’ve come up with. Happy Writing!

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Poetry

Progress

The blank page

Beckons while the cursor

Blinks, menacingly. It’s

Waiting for my coffee

To be drunk, for my laundry

To be folded. Pandora

Beeps.

Asking, “Are you still there?”

Demanding immediate action

Yet I remain

Unmoved, attempting to

Wrangle thoughts that

Struggle against constraints

Yearning for freedom that

Lies beyond the

Open window.

 

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Poetry

One Regret

My one regret:

That seed of bitterness buried deep in my heart

I try to forgive, try to forget

But you were supposed to protect me, not break me apart

I choke on weeds when I think of your name

Feeling pierced by thorns when I see your face

When I wake at night, heart dead in my chest

As sobs cycle through, chasing away any chance of rest

My vision runs red, as I struggle, not knowing what to do

Wishing to blackout, just so that I can stop thinking of you

It’s hard to forgive, it’s hard to forget.

That you will always be,

the one who abandoned me,

My one everlasting regret.

 

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Poetry

Write

Write,

Come on, it’s not that hard

“Her eyes like the sun, scorching like Hell”

Not very good.

 

Write,

Come on, put something down

“His hands like velvet, choking me”

Not much better.

Write,

Come on, poets do this everyday

And yet,

When I try to write the words

I don’t know what to say

 

I could languish away

Never quenched by the poet’s water

Cascading, flowing, gushing, vomiting

Into a dry savannah

 

I could starve to death

Never satisfied by the poet’s love

The incandescent touch that

Grates and chafes

 

Write,

Write me something beautiful and revolting

Something appealing yet grotesque

Write, about anything.

 

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Poetry

Home

Some of the base molding is missing

and there are small cracks in some of the walls

Dents from previous tenants

And putty-filled holes

But to me, this house

Is our home

In this place,

I lay down by your side

And awake to see your glorious blue eyes

Here, we love and laugh and play

Here, we exist in our own little world

Wherein you are King and I am Queen

And I would not have it

Any other way.

 

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Poetry

The Virtue of Reaching Out

Thrown to the ground

In nothing but a sheet

She shivers, trembles, and shrinks

Into the hot sand

Wishing, praying, begging that

it might swallow her whole

Harsh voices raising, roaring,

Accusing, Branding, Charging

Spit and spittle splatter

Flung against her face

Rock rumble in hungry hands

Waiting, wanting, to be thrown

Then,

He is there

Extending, Offering

A Hand

 

The Seven Virtues were created to combat each of the Seven Deadly Sins. These Seven Virtues first appeared tied together in an epic poem titled Pschomachia, written by Aurelius Clemens Prudentius, a Christian governor of the 400s AD. To battle Envy, there is kindness.

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Kindness is the act of showing compassion or mercy to someone who may or may not deserve it. Kindness can be shown in small or large ways. This poem was inspired by the kindness that Jesus showed the adulteress in John 7.

Happy Writing Everyone!

***Please be aware that I am currently reposting past blog posts as I am gone on my Honeymoon (woohoo!) and will be unable to read, approve, like, or respond to any comments until I return in late June! I look forward to seeing you all again soon!***

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