Search

clcouch123

I talk you talk we'll talk

Category

Uncategorized

Tactics

(x = space)

x

x

Tactics

x

It’s not as if we haven’t

Heard of war before

x

It’s all around us, if we look

Around as a world

x

There are civil wars in Yemen

And in Syria;

We have sent weapons to these

For the profit

And the power

x

They fight each other in Lebanon,

In South Sudan

x

Soldiers and often terrorists

In their own uniforms

Barely removed from uniformity

x

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

x

It’s not a peaceful world

But know peace:

We’ve heard of it,

We learn it,

And we teach it

x

We negotiate

As if we deal with children

And sometimes with children

x

There is an age

We have an age

When will the prophecy

Be Monday

x

C L Couch

(from the USA)

x

x

Photo by Foad Roshan on Unsplash

x

Signed, Shakespeare

(x = space)

x

x

Signed, Shakespeare

x

It never happened

Maybe for some real estate

Or for companion ownership

In buildings,

In a theatre

x

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

x

For who would want them

When the players

And producers

Are all done with them

And we’ve moved on

In the production season?

x

So who was he

Or she?

Shakespeare was

As in existence

And we fight over that

x

What’s in an origin?

Ask mothers: they can

Tell you

In love and in labor,

There is a person

x

We have the plays as progeny

Thirty-eight or thirty-nine

And all the poetry

x

Was the name a pun—with a

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

x

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

x

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

x

Maybe there will be oranges

To eat

Because they do not rhyme

x

C L Couch

x

Photo by Mathew MacQuarrie on Unsplash

x

Chargers

(x = space)

x

x

Chargers

x

Yesterday the car

Broke down, because

There haven’t been

Enough complications

x

We could have had

Trains, but we chose

Cars, and I enjoy driving

My small colleague

x

That is now sleeping at

The garage where I

Take it, when I have to

x

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

x

And now and then a horse

For a hero

x

C L Couch

x

x

Photo by gaspar manuel zaldo on Unsplash

x

2 poems about parochial gods

(x = space)

x

x

2 poems about parochial gods

x

x

Anvil-Thinking

x

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

x

To anyone who suffers

With these things,

I’m sorry;

For those of you around them,

Take a moment to consider

x

I don’t know if it’s pollution

Of some kind

Or the tyranny of thought

That keeps us from free thinking

x

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

x

Leave an offering

Of grain upon the hearth

x

Photo by Bruce Kee on Unsplash

Patrica, Italy

x

x

No Contest

(1 Kings 18:20-40)*

x

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?

x

Maybe it cows before

The God of Israel

Who holds the truth

That displays

Are for the chumps

While true belief

Has no need

x

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

x

Belief is a fire

Somewhere else,

And faith lives out a lifestyle of

Easy miracles

x

*verse 40 is especially brutal

x

Photo by sarina gr on Unsplash

Forest

Campfire at night!

x

x

C L Couch

x

x

x

Fractured Confession

(x = space)

x

x

Fractured Confession

x

I haven’t said anything

About God today,

Which isn’t true

x

I wrote above,

Commenting on

God’s judgment

And its fairness against

Earthly powers

x

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

x

C L Couch

x

x

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

x

Image by WikiImages from Pixabay

x

Whistling for Practice

Whistling for Practice

(sabbath-making)

x

Take a breath

And enter into Sunday

Or Saturday or

Thursday or whatever

Day is counted by tradition

Or simply needed now

x

Call it sabbath

Or a free hour

Or ten minutes

x

For lighting a candle safely

Or in the mind;

Turning a bulb so there’s

Small light also counts

x

Do you need a totem?

A symbol you can hold

Or a memento?

Certainly, that’s fine

x

Maybe you’d like to write:

A prayer journal

Or simply some words

On paper or the screen;

You could sketch something,

Too, a desire

Of your heart

x

Or allow yourself to

Look off into space,

Into the room, that is,

Without worrying

About concerns

For craziness, your

Concerns or someone

Else’s

x

There is outer space

And inner space—find

Them both, if you will

x

What is on that asteroid?

Who is on that ring of Saturn?

Someone might be waving,

Seeking a friend on Earth

x

Arrange a special sound,

If you can—if not, don’t

Worry; for

The world is a noisy place

And you’re not

Responsible for that

x

Raise your burdens

And look under:

There is a dream,

Maybe an epiphany

Waiting to be let out

And change your life

x

Or maybe it’s the stillness

That the curriculum is after

Should you make a habit

Of this, if you want to sanctify

Some time this way again,

As for one I hope you do

x

Don’t’ elongate this time

Against necessity, though

I hope it becomes

Necessity again,

Maybe tomorrow

x

If this sabbath-making

Makes today a good reminder of

Who you are

What are your better affiliations

What is the name of God

Or simply a presence

To call on

x

Or maybe nothing—you

Don’t have to have a

God in order to be still,

Enter into recesses

To fill them with

What you say is good

x

This is in no way

A condemnation call

Or rationale-building for

Judgment, far from it

x

The universe might judge

An indifferent planet;

That is not now,

That is not here

x

In fact,

There is good humor

As in ice cream;

Let laughter out

To complement the serious

x

If you’ve been reading,

Maybe enough time has passed

And, if you’ve not,

That’s fair

x

Need I say again

The time is yours;

Now find what there is

To cherish in the day

That’s left

Or maybe has begun

x

And if there’s someone,

One or many

Or a company of one,

Make a presence of yourself

To offer anyone

Or no one,

Readier to meet

To work or play,

Whatever a new day

(from here on it is

if only for a moment)

May now be newly

Negotiated

x

Breathe better

Savor what you can

Remember there is love

From one or two

And onward to infinity

Or, if you will, eternity

x

Be loved

x

C L Couch

x

x

Photo by Hans Veth on Unsplash

x

The Darkest Days – Winter Ghost Stories

After all, the most famous ghost story is a Christmas Eve story.

Impulses

(x = space)

x

x

Impulses

x

Exhaling’s good

x

We feel as if we’re

Letting go,

Letting things out

We no longer

Need

x

Maybe small cells

Of disease

(don’t breathe those

at anyone),

Maybe

Small particles of

Memory we

Could do without

Because they act like

Sickness,

Like an infection

x

Maybe we’ll

Straighten up a little

As we inhale,

Let the shoulders

Do their part

x

Maybe we’ll inhale

Healthy remembrance,

As life allows

For these, the

Memories that heal

x

It’s a dicey game

That is no game

Breathing, hurting,

Healing,

Breathing some more

x

We learn from

this, from these

x

It’s why we

Went to school,

To learn how

To learn

To breathe

x

C L Couch

x

x

Photo by Erik Dungan on Unsplash

x

A Letter Came from Ephesus

(x = space)

x

x

A Letter Came from Ephesus

(1 Corinthians 1:3)

x

Grace

Hopes and maybe wishes

The visiting

And writing evangelist

x

We can ask

Any, all

And sometimes ask aright

x

C L Couch

x

x

Photo by Mihai Moisa on Unsplash

x

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑