Be Lifted!

quillWelcome to another installment of Not My Poetry!  (Somewhat irrelevant disclaimer HERE.)  Now here’s another place on the internet you might find some pretty positive vibe!  I mean, just look at her blog title:

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This poem, ah!  This poem articulates my inadequacy to describe a God Who can only describe Himself to us.  And how very grateful I am that He has.  (And that’s not arrogance speaking, but the humble gratitude of faith…)

BE LIFTED!

Father, lift me above the conflict of ideology:

 Religion, philosophy, politics; the Continue reading “Be Lifted!”

Ouch

quillEvidently, poetry, not unlike prose, can arise in the bosom of life’s epiphanies or adventures, e.g., The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere, or even our own Star Spangled Banner. Today’s offering comes from the coffers of my own experience.  I prefer to allow the reader his or her own interpretation:

I wore my socks

And stubbed my toe,

It’s had its knocks,

But now I know:

My toe is blue,

It hurts to walk,

So wear a shoe,

(Like I should talk)

Next week, I will return to those more skilled than I in this fine art.  Perhaps, then, I can walk a bit more.

The Alley

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A new poet to my site (but it’s pretty obvious that she’s not a new poet!)  Life throws us all kinds of curve balls, as well as the ones we clobber ourselves with.  I like this offering from Spiritual Anxiety, as I think many of us can relate.  But more importantly, the over-arching theme I see is hope.

the alley

Slowly wandering through the alley

Of darkness and fears,

Silent footsteps

And the sound of rain ,

Gently caressing my cheeks,

reminding of the comfort

Of being here and now,-

Again

My blue lips inhale

The cold, poigant air,

Moving down my chest, clawing, as it flows.

But somwhat and how

It pulls me even deeper

Into this endless

despair

I’m walking through the allley

Of broken promises and fears,

Towards the golden light i’m heading,

Sheading tears and crossing fields

It’s a long road ahead of me,

Through thunders and through the storms

But at the end of this alley

There is hope and there are dreams.

The Voice Not Easily Heard

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Ed is working on his advanced degree while he and his wife are raising two small children.  I can relate, since I helped “push my husband through” his Ph.D. process with three kids in tow.  (When the very precious piece of paper arrived in the mail, I told Bob that this was “our” diploma!)

Ed is also dealing with a recently diagnosed genetic blood disorder that has thrown his health, as well as his family’s bank account, into a bit of turbulent waters.  (I can say this because it’s on his blog.) But in spite of this, and most importantly, Ed is a man of faith in the God of wonders, Who is all good, all wise, and all powerful.  Thank you, Ed, for the privilege  of posting your work!  (As always, here’s the disclaimer.)

THE VOICE NOT EASILY HEARD

written by Edmond Sanganyado

*inspired by Robert Frost’s Road Not Taken

 

Two voices whispered in a dark room

One many and the other only just solo

One a rustling mopane leaf in autumn

One a thousand and one echoes of wonder

I listened intently, but could only hear one

 

Of many, I heed with all my might

For one was too quiet in this lonely night

As the stars, the loud echoes became light

Illuminating my path, it all seemed right

I followed the snarly breeze like a kite

 

I looked far ahead as I followed the train

Not only I, but billions trailed the many

No pain, no rain, all gain, but then, no brain

Only a promise of a dance, laughter and joy

Because it was a call to a never-ending party

 

And that night both voices equally spoke

The scattered letters meant the same, Come

Indeed, I listened to the other, not the first

The second seems arose from my heart’s rest

And that communion was too luring for jest

 

One day, I will recall with bouts of shame

In the distant past, a decision once stood

Two voices once called me from the dark, but I

Heed the one with a bait of quick happiness

Yet, the still small voice never stopped calling

Let your life of faith transform society

 

Used with permission.  Drop over to Ed’s blog at : http://gracemusing.com

We Are All Wounded

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Here is a beautiful piece by poet Deborah Ann Belka.  Please see her site for more at https://poetrybydeborahann.wordpress.com.  I love how she articulates that we are all, in some way, dealing with the pain of fallen humanity.  Please leave your comments!  (As always, here’s my disclaimer.)

We Are All Wounded

We are all wounded,
from the battles of life
we all carry with us
scars from the strife.

We have all suffered,
the pain of depression
each of us has felt
the sting of rejection.

We are all wounded,
damaged in some way
we all carry with us
the hurts of yesterday.

We all need healing,
from the harm done
we all need someone
to whom we can run.

We are all wounded,
in need of comforting
we all need Jesus . . .
to ease our suffering!

~~~~~~~~

Isaiah 51:12

“I, even I, am he
 that comforteth you:”

King James Version
by Public Domain

Copyright 2015
Deborah Ann Belka (used with permission)

https://poetrybydeborahann.wordpress.com

These Tangled Lines

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Sometimes it’s discomfiting to look in the mirror, but it helps us see what needs to be rearranged.  This poem by https://robertlambertjones.wordpress.com is a commentary on the consequences of how we live our lives.  (And if you like mythology and monsters and superheroes, check out his site.)  Here’s my disclaimer.

These Tangled Lines

In common speech, we’re coming and we’re going,

So often unaware of what we’re showing,

Our choices have been etched upon our faces,

Expressions formed by sins and saving graces.

            But deep within these tangles lines

            There writes a higher hand Continue reading “These Tangled Lines”

Daughter Fall

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Look!  Another Dawn!  Only this Dawn is a  Nor’easter by the ocean while I’m a Midwesterner next to the wheat fields.  And, OH!, you should see her beautiful photography!  You can check it out on Instagram, but also on her blog site at :  http://enthusiasticallydawn.com/  Believe me, you won’t be disappointed. This poem of Dawn’s is truly a mother’s heart.  As always, disclaimer here.  Enjoy!

Daughter Fall

(Letting Go)

I held my tongue,

for the ride

with great restraint –

swallowed hard the lecture

I’m sure by now

you know by heart.

As we turned the corner,

late again

stopped outside the Continue reading “Daughter Fall”

Vibrant!

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I’ve only recently met Vibrant.  He tells me that he didn’t write this poem himself, but posted it from a verse from classic book entitled Tao Te Ching.   Check out his site at : https://blabberwockying.wordpress.com/ And as always, heeeerrrreeee’s my disclaimer.

Tao Te Ching 11

Thirty spokes join in one hub
In its emptiness, there is the function of a vehicle
Mix clay to create a container
In its emptiness, there is the function of a container
Cut open doors and windows to create a room
In its emptiness, there is the function of a room

Therefore, that which exists is used to create benefit
That which is empty is used to create functionality

Mitchell School

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Mitchell School was written by one of my bloggish friends, Oneta Hayes.  Oneta is 80+years young, a retired school teacher, and quite an inspiration. Here’s a little bio on this wonderful lady:

FIVE FACTS ABOUT ME. (That is, Oneta…)

  1.  I was born in a dugout in the southeastern plains of Colorado.
  2.  I graduated high school at the top of the class.   Hold the applause -there were only 24 in my class so my odds were pretty good!
  3. My present husband, Sammy, is my only husband.  We have been married 62 years.  (Great opportunities for divorce – 135 times.  Hold it, I’m joking – a little!)
  4. I always loved grammar but was scared and very insecure about composition  writing.  The first real writing began when I was about fifty years old.  I wrote an article called “My Case for Sunday School.”  It was printed in two church denomination magazines.  It was so foreign to my concept of my own ability, I believe it was inspired by God in order to move me to new ministry opportunities.
  5. I’m a member of Toastmasters, Int.  My love for writing and love for speaking go together very well.

I encourage you to visit her site: http://onetahayes.com/ for a refreshing look at life in general.  And, of course, my “disclaimer” is HERE.  ENJOY!

MITCHELL SCHOOL

We talked of community, not neighborhood;
We talked of counties, and towns
We met in schools and courthouse lawns
Wore overalls and dresses, not evening gowns.

The building housed the public school,
A place of learning and social gathering –
There was church, spelling bees, the voting booth
A center of knowledge – perhaps, just a smattering.

From eight years old to eleven or twelve
Mitchell School, was my place to go
It was not true that we walked in rain
By then, folks were modern, you know.

Owning their farms, livestock, and cars,
Their taxes kept that school house firm
Paid the teachers and bought the books
All gung-ho and ready for a new term.

Then the children grew up and moved
Adults bought new Chevys and Fords
The walls of Mitchell School began to fall
“Save the School” was a slogan – no action, just words.

To folks like me, ‘tis a pleasant memory, but
With no one left to maintain it with pride
A snippet was written to serve as a eulogy
And Mitchell School’s walls just fell down and died.

© Oneta Hayes, used with permission   Visit her at: http://onetahayes.com/

(PS, just in case anyone is keeping track, this post counts for my BLOGGING BLAST this week!!)

Madison Avenue Blues

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Here’s my first offering on the category site for guest poets.  Composed by Robert L. Jones III, you can visit his website on mythology and all things superhero at: https://robertlambertjones3.wordpress.com/ (If you haven’t read my DISCLAIMER, please do…)  Feel free to leave comments, or perhaps click the poll rating below.  Thank you for your contribution to the art world of which I am definitely not a part….

MADISON AVENUE BLUES

Advertising slogans designed to persuade us to choose

Values that identify people by the products they use

Help to guarantee the consumer pays his dues.

 

Don’t you know the customer’s right, but he’s playing the game?

Habits can be modified; economic trends are explained,

Once the proper stimulus has the buyer trained.

 

            The beautiful people they put on the spots Continue reading “Madison Avenue Blues”