Through the dark, Christmas shines
bright with tinsel, bulbs and bows.
Children squeal with delight
as gifts abound at their toes.
Snowdrifts piled high and tight
gain speed as sleds take flight.
Ten mittens meet a frosted fate,
Ho,ho,ho, cocoa-filled mugs await!
Philosopher
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Thursday, June 11, 2020
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
A Light and Playful Time, Noting this Rhyme of Mine
Plenty of words cross my mind
Lines of muse that dip and fly,
Entries of longing, discord, and trial
Assemble in rhythms of rowdy piles.
Saturated florals of ink and key
Unclaimed meadows to a wandering bee,
Running in teams with tangents that steer
Ending their chase in eight tones to hear,
Silence to find the cadence complete
~ starry nights shine ten times as sweet.
Lines of muse that dip and fly,
Entries of longing, discord, and trial
Assemble in rhythms of rowdy piles.
Saturated florals of ink and key
Unclaimed meadows to a wandering bee,
Running in teams with tangents that steer
Ending their chase in eight tones to hear,
Silence to find the cadence complete
~ starry nights shine ten times as sweet.
Friday, July 18, 2014
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Friday, October 18, 2013
Lighthouse Keepers
Weathered and worn a lighthouse stands
burdened by the danger on shore.
It's steady in its purpose above the peril.
But fellow keepers, Where have you gone?
All along the shore your lights extinguish
broken by waves and storms.
Don't let the clouds chase you inside!
Stand fast, kindle your flame, and remember your cause.
Men are traveling too close to the ragged shore;
their ships will crush against the rocks by the weight of the sea.
Their cargo is heavy and too much to bear.
They will be lost to eternity.
Protect the light and care for the beam,
there are men's souls at your feet.
burdened by the danger on shore.
It's steady in its purpose above the peril.
But fellow keepers, Where have you gone?
All along the shore your lights extinguish
broken by waves and storms.
Don't let the clouds chase you inside!
Stand fast, kindle your flame, and remember your cause.
Men are traveling too close to the ragged shore;
their ships will crush against the rocks by the weight of the sea.
Their cargo is heavy and too much to bear.
They will be lost to eternity.
Protect the light and care for the beam,
there are men's souls at your feet.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Romeo Loves Juliet, really?
When bright
Montague loves fair Capulet
their terrible path was paved wrong.
What
did Romeo think to do
When
Juliet slept so still?
He
doesn’t stop to find their priest
Who
might have spared his pain.
That
fair maiden lays in sleep
Waiting
for her love to wake
Breathing
deep and slow might be
Longing
to embrace.
What
did Romeo think to do
When
Juliet slept so still?
He
tore his shirt and found his blade
Cursing
his skin to hell.
If
he had but waited a moment more
To
find love’s eyes still bright
He
would have found a beating heart
Renewed
with purpose and delight.
Does
Romeo love his Juliet
Like
Adam loved his Eve?
A
garden delight they lived in well
Until
the serpent played his dice.
Adam
was missing when Eve did make
Terrible
plans that designed her thought
Cursing
the ground on which she stood
And in one swift stroke caught all hell.
What
did Adam think to do
When
Eve slipped so far?
He
didn’t stop to find their Priest
Who
might have spared his pain.
That
fair maiden lays in sleep
Waiting
for her love to protect
Breathing
quick and scared alone
Longing
to be embraced.
What
did Adam think to do
When
Eve slipped so far?
He
tore the grass to bind its blades
Covering his regret and shame.
If
he had but waited a moment more
Instead
of grabbing forbidden fruit
He
might have protected his fair wife
And not blamed God for her breath,
Beseeching instead for Him to renew.
What
might Adam think to say
When
Romeo loved Juliet?
He
might have said to "Stay thy hand,
Find
the priest who cares for you."
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
With Nothing to Say
Has it really been four weeks
and I have had nothing to say?
Surely there has been more to do
and more time filled with play.
Where, oh where, did four weeks go?
Perhaps it's because I stubbed my toe.
Surely there are brain cells connected
all the way from there to my feet.
Isn't that how the song is metered?
From verse to verse, ankle and shin do meet?
Alas, I have no answers
and still I sit
longing to ponder
what no one else has dreamt.
*2012 december
and I have had nothing to say?
Surely there has been more to do
and more time filled with play.
Where, oh where, did four weeks go?
Perhaps it's because I stubbed my toe.
Surely there are brain cells connected
all the way from there to my feet.
Isn't that how the song is metered?
From verse to verse, ankle and shin do meet?
Alas, I have no answers
and still I sit
longing to ponder
what no one else has dreamt.
*2012 december
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Autumn Introspective
Autumn crisp and clean
peaceful tranquil reflections
pine-fresh, fragrant scene.
*revised November 2012
peaceful tranquil reflections
pine-fresh, fragrant scene.
*revised November 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Resurrection
Fields of purple fade to gray
as Light yields and turns away.
Silver threads weave a night sky
and Dark shrouds the Earth to hide.
Slumber brings a quiet peace;
respite from enormous grief.
To take each day with disdain
scars a soul with searing pain.
Mem'ries play alive in dreams
when Time and Love reigned supreme.
Light turns back the ev'ning sky
with new hope the Man will rise.
*revised 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
More Than a Copy
Pretty on a paper,
perfect in its place.
Each color isolated.
No breath; no living space.
Paper doll patterns,
line up in class.
Attention gilds their edges.
No love; no living space.
One day a new song,
breaks into the rhythm.
Drums no longer beat
a monotonous grief.
One small breath; simple living space.
Wonders in stained glass,
lay exact in their frames.
The master selects each color
with precision and plan.
No shame; a new living space.
How so our world?
We behave like paper dolls.
In copy harkening to a drum
that marks Death's chant.
Fly from these walls, all you colors of glass.
Breathe in the air and soar to the clouds.
Sing a song that will free your soul,
and look for your Master's true given place.
perfect in its place.
Each color isolated.
No breath; no living space.
Paper doll patterns,
line up in class.
Attention gilds their edges.
No love; no living space.
One day a new song,
breaks into the rhythm.
Drums no longer beat
a monotonous grief.
One small breath; simple living space.
Wonders in stained glass,
lay exact in their frames.
The master selects each color
with precision and plan.
No shame; a new living space.
How so our world?
We behave like paper dolls.
In copy harkening to a drum
that marks Death's chant.
Fly from these walls, all you colors of glass.
Breathe in the air and soar to the clouds.
Sing a song that will free your soul,
and look for your Master's true given place.
Monday, October 8, 2012
Ode to Coffee
May you ever be
in the best of moods
and transform my smile
with your warm brew.
Whether dark or light
it matters not;
where I hope to live
is near your small pot.
Come hither, come nigh
all I wonder is why;
when my love draws cold,
Make mine bold!
Silver Storms
Silver ships collide
their moonlit caps froth and foam
creatures skip along
Silver trumpets blast
the air snaps its sonic charge
and sails billow wide
Water creatures groan
wretched with their labor
roaring to full height
Silver tsunami
in the quiet of the night
capsizes the moon
their moonlit caps froth and foam
creatures skip along
Silver trumpets blast
the air snaps its sonic charge
and sails billow wide
Water creatures groan
wretched with their labor
roaring to full height
Silver tsunami
in the quiet of the night
capsizes the moon
Thursday, September 20, 2012
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