Thought for the day

The rest of the poem makes no sense but I love this thought, Why do I love e.e. cummings so much?

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance


e.e. cummings

Fat free Christian

Hey there Christian
I see you once a week
your Sunday school solution
Like a New Year's resolution

You're a one arm push-up
sometimes up, but mostly down
your're on some kind of treadmill
but you aren't gaining any ground

you're looking left,you're looking right
at others on their staitionary bike
push those pedals- win that race
spend and hour in one place

the race to win should point to heaven
but you're maxed out at level 7

Who is winning, you're all still abreast
and hour of exercise, a week of rest
Is anyone really trying their best?

Sounds pretty harsh
I do it too
I've got my spiritual gut - like you
I'm milk fed, log eyed - forget the meat
scripture reading's like a vegetable treat.

30 pounds in 30 days
I'm beefing up in spiritual ways
Is this zeal just another diet craze?

Sunday Morning Sanctimony

Sunday Morning Sanctimony
I've got the gospel in my pocket
a couple verses in my head
my life verse above my window
and a spirit that is almost dead

I can quote some Greek and Hebrew
I'm unsure what it means
I could find it in a commentary
or stack of Christian magazines

I can spell hyper static union
I can quote all of Romans 8
I can sing in the congregation
with a heart that is full of hate.

What exactly is a Christian?
What does it mean to love?
How does the Gospel affect my station
' before the throne of God above'?

What's the good of going to church
if it's all for me and my friends?
Who's on my Christian wish list?
who even knows I'm a witness?

I want to serve you and your people
Lord,
I just don't know where to start
Create in me a right spirit
Create in my a clean heart.

I know, I know, I said I was relegating all of my poetry to my poetry blog but ... my husband made me do it.

The hippopotamus’s day
Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts;
God works in a mysterious way—
The Church can sleep and feed at once.
T.S.
Eliot

Is the Church asleep? I've been wondering why I never meet "new believers". Maybe I'm disconnected from the outreach that goes on around me.

Story of my life

to my sometimes friend,
you don't even know who you are

how I wish I spent the time with you
to nurture what never was

I wonder why I'm lonely

rejected lovers know what it is like

but between us there has been no fight

I don't fit in your circle, you don't fit in my phone

I'll just play with my ipod and live life alone.

Chansons Innocentes: by e.e. cummings

in Just-

spring when the world is mud-

luscious the little

lame balloonman


whistles far and wee


and eddieandbill come

running from marbles and

piracies and it's

spring


when the world is puddle-wonderful


the queer

old balloonman whistles

far and wee

and bettyandisbel come dancing


from hop-scotch and jump-rope and


it's

spring

and

the

goat-footed


balloonMan whistles

far

and

wee


I know this is the first day of summer but I just love the way e.e. cummings writes. When I is was in highschool my name was Jacquiandbrooke and in elementary school I was Wendyandjacqui. I think I really miss the everydayness of a school friend.

The Night has a Thousand Eyes

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one:
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.

-- Francis William Bourdillon

So much to ponder here, I'm going to have to read more Bourdillon since I hadn't heard of him until I looked up the inscription I found handwritten in my very old copy of Paradise Lost.

The poem that never was

think,think think
think,think think

"the train moved like a lightning crack ..."

I push my backspace back back back

think,think think
think,think think

"her hair was like a waterfall of grey..."

I brushed that little thought away

think,think think
think,think think

"a turbo engine and silver sage ..."

I sighed and quickly turn the page

Over thinking, loads of tripe -
I close the page. I'm done tonight.


Sometime no matter how hard I try to make an idea work, I come up against a brick wall, am I the only one?

To my father

A shrinking shadow,
you were so tall
the sun was high
when you started to fall

Slowly sinking
didn't notice at first
- inflated puddle
first shortened, then burst

the bright light inside
the day that you died
cast nothing but spotlights
on the tears that i cried

two salty dribbles
race down my chin
one father died
a new one begins

you reached for my hand
you started to love
you called me at home
as the sun stretched above
climbing again
it reaches higher
casting a shadow that won't expire.

After my dad's heart attack, he has realized the importance of family and has reached out to us all in different ways. Thanks dad.

Mazal Tov Josh and Lisa!!

Here's to meeting the man of your dreams
Here's to meeting the woman of yours
Here's to sharing your daily burdens
Here's to sharing your household chores
Here's to everything you've always wanted
Here's to everything you always' lacked
Here's to looking towards the future
and never looking back!!!

The rhyming couplet ... explained

I read all of Shakespeare's sonnets when I was in high school and since they all end in a r.c. I think that poetic form has been deeply embedded in my brain. For a more complete explanation look it up on Wikipedia. This will be a poetry website full of mundane poetry from my daily life and brilliant poetry from other authors. Here is a favorite by Milton

XIX On His Blindness 1655
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait."