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it’s hours after

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it’s hours after

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what do I really want to say

that I wish it hadn’t happened

that I wish ashli babbitt

hadn’t been shot and killed

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that I wish invaders hadn’t taken over

the senate chamber, though

maybe politicians will think

twice about the room

in which they serve

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maybe many people will think twice

I want to pray

mercy for the misguided

to be specific, I’ll need

an angel to point out everyone for me

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Lipno nad Vltavu, Černá v Pošumaví, Czech Republic

Fire Tornado

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Nowhere People

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Nowhere People

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I rock sometimes,

Seated cross-legged here

Between bouts of writing;

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It works out my lower back

And keeps me in motion,

Which seems important

In the smaller ways

To do so;

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I might like the rocking chair,

I don’t know;

There is an association

That could be revised:

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Saving the rocking chair for age,

For those still in motion

Not going anywhere

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Just-So Story

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Just-So Story

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God is like dust upon the floor,

Too easily swept up,

Cast out, forgotten ‘til it

Appears again

And we take it as

Nuisance

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No, it is not God

(bits of God’s creation)

But a metaphor,

Since we so easily ignore something

That is everywhere

So easily ignored

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And move to name detritus,

An inconvenience to

Our just-so lives,

Just so

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Rudyard Kipling wrote Just So Stories.  Note from an English teacher.

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Quasi una Fantasia

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Quasi una Fantasia

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More gray skies—

I know the sun is healthier

But the gray doesn’t show

The dust bunnies in

Their warrens, which

Creatures I’ve

Discovered like to roam

The place at night,

Which is why there are

So many new signs

In the morning

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Like gray skies, I’ve come

To like dust bunnies;

They do not eat real carrots,

And the only thing

Like pellets is

More dust upon the floor

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Riserva Naturale Torbiere del Sebino d’ Iseo, Corte Franca, Italia

I see you

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Tactics

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Tactics

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It’s not as if we haven’t

Heard of war before

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It’s all around us, if we look

Around as a world

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There are civil wars in Yemen

And in Syria;

We have sent weapons to these

For the profit

And the power

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They fight each other in Lebanon,

In South Sudan

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Soldiers and often terrorists

In their own uniforms

Barely removed from uniformity

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And there the war

Of oppression,

Fought inside nations such

As those in Asia

And in the USA—

Call it something better,

If you wish,

If you must

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It’s not a peaceful world

But know peace:

We’ve heard of it,

We learn it,

And we teach it

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We negotiate

As if we deal with children

And sometimes with children

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There is an age

We have an age

When will the prophecy

Be Monday

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(from the USA)

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Signed, Shakespeare

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Signed, Shakespeare

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It never happened

Maybe for some real estate

Or for companion ownership

In buildings,

In a theatre

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The printing press came ‘round

At last

And with it the first suits

For plagiarizing

But his world

Her world

Dealt in manuscripts

Of which we don’t have any

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For who would want them

When the players

And producers

Are all done with them

And we’ve moved on

In the production season?

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So who was he

Or she?

Shakespeare was

As in existence

And we fight over that

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What’s in an origin?

Ask mothers: they can

Tell you

In love and in labor,

There is a person

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We have the plays as progeny

Thirty-eight or thirty-nine

And all the poetry

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Was the name a pun—with a

Shaky hand, a quill (a spear) to write?

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Maybe it’s to say

I do not care;

How much do you?

I think he was

And is through text

And liveliest

Performances,

Recitations,

Reservations,

Happy box offices

And officers

Plus venues and listeners

For poetry

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Signed, Shakespeare

Has not happened for us

Yet or will

(or Will)

But when the flag is flying

And the gun has sounded,

We go in

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Maybe there will be oranges

To eat

Because they do not rhyme

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Chargers

(x = space)

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Chargers

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Yesterday the car

Broke down, because

There haven’t been

Enough complications

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We could have had

Trains, but we chose

Cars, and I enjoy driving

My small colleague

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That is now sleeping at

The garage where I

Take it, when I have to

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Long-suffering it’s been:

It doesn’t have a name,

I clean it when it rains,

I fill it with supplies

As if it were a buckboard

Brought into town on

Saturday and I for a shave

Above the saloon

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And now and then a horse

For a hero

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2 poems about parochial gods

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2 poems about parochial gods

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Anvil-Thinking

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Sheesh, I wake up with more

Headaches

Under the metal

Of the skin

Someone has been hitting with

A hammer while I slept

Or gave a go

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To anyone who suffers

With these things,

I’m sorry;

For those of you around them,

Take a moment to consider

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I don’t know if it’s pollution

Of some kind

Or the tyranny of thought

That keeps us from free thinking

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Well, more power

To you from the utility

Of time and grace

And maybe a surprise, that if

We try everything we know

(keep it safe, please—no

candles in the ear)

Then both of us will have

A better morning,

Thanks to

Maybe all our household gods

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Leave an offering

Of grain upon the hearth

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Patrica, Italy

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No Contest

(1 Kings 18:20-40)*

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Are there false gods

Or gods who are false?

Are there true gods

Who like to lie

And treat penitents with

Indiscretion?

Does Ba’al not exist

Or did it not give its profits

What they wanted?

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Maybe it cows before

The God of Israel

Who holds the truth

That displays

Are for the chumps

While true belief

Has no need

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And so Elijah won

The contest because to him

It was no deal:

Light a fire on wet wood?

Not only is it nothing

It proves nothing

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Belief is a fire

Somewhere else,

And faith lives out a lifestyle of

Easy miracles

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https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Kings%2018:20-40&version=ESV

*verse 40 is especially brutal

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Forest

Campfire at night!

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Fractured Confession

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Fractured Confession

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I haven’t said anything

About God today,

Which isn’t true

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I wrote above,

Commenting on

God’s judgment

And its fairness against

Earthly powers

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Sometimes, I think,

The issue is

Power versus prophecy

With God surprising us

In interpretation

When it rolls

And tolls

Like justice

Over Earth,

All planets,

Our sun,

And all stars

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“Earth and All Stars,” a Christian hymn (with rather ecumenical lyrics)

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