Friday, April 26, 2013

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Thanks be to God for all these lovley lights,
oh how they glorify his majesty,
seen in it is his simplicity and might,
a reminder to trust in his mercy.
There’s something to all these beautiful lights
that set our day, our world, our life, aflame,
they paint the air with colors mute and bright,
crazy, unruly, barley able to tame.
These lights create the colors of my life:
resplendent red and jalapeƱo green
these cool colors that lead away from strife
are cast and set by the sunlight’s bright sheen.
         We live our days in God’s created light,
         and darkness has utterly failed in it’s fight.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Ode to words


I broke ope my pen and let the ink fly,
setting off splatters on a creamy page.
It raised quite a den, smearing when I try
to set its smatters to my char like rage.
What languages have ripped apart their rules
only for the sake of a quiet beat
even since the caves, to art we bend our tools,
forgetting to bake, to sleep, even eat!
Our language makes us, and defines our ways,
driving our thoughts, it renders who we are
plausible to trust by setting our shames
into separate lots and labels and cares
         Inked words caught my heart, ‘n set my mind ablaze.
         I’m lost in their art, and stuck in their maze.
                           

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Savor Being Small


Wouldn’t you know it’s lonely at the top?
And I’m not being sarcastic,
you have to find that part that’s soft and chop
it out, so as to make a thing fantastic.
If your wanting to lead a country on
to bigger better things, or bring your show
to the level of a national icon,
than you must suck it in and lose your heart,
but maybe gain the respect of your peers.
That’s the sad price to be a master of art,
a price that takes it toll slowly over years.
         To be great you must be small, and let them hate,
         But oh, oh, to be small would be so great.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

To Virtue


There’s a certain kind of nobility
to be found in accepting charity,
while avoiding pride and it’s depravity,
and teaching us simple humility.
Charity leads us from the path of doubt
when, in faith, we listen to her loud shouts,
letting ourselves be guided by her out
of this mucky world riddled in clout.
Without Charity, where’s our fortitude?
Locked up in some plastic case old and rude?
Real courage and strength comes from our hearts dude
and guides us away from the worst of our moods.
         We are witty and guided by virtue,
taking us all out of unneeded pity.

Monday, April 22, 2013

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Narration and storytelling spin a
colorful monochrome  life of contrast
wrapped up in fish tales told around dinner
leaving us full of our own pomp and bombast.
What’s wrong with the random and outright strange?
Done well it leaves a sweet taste in our mouth,
and blasts us beyond our usual range
to worlds and fantasies, from north to south.
Why not take relish in words and pictures
for their own dear beauty and simple joy?
Think of the delight in well-told lectures,
Why not take a moment to ponder these ploys?
         Why not take a moment to meditate
         on those words that change lives, and make them great.