a little chappy-book of poems
Anyday Fog
Fog
Fog today
A Dickensian lesson
(get started
on Bleak House)
To know
That like the existence
And the movement of the fog
There is connection
Between all of us
Regardless of economy
Or privilege
Or barriers
Presumed
That as far as the single race goes on
Do not stand
Aloof
We are connected
That is the way of things
Do not forget
But relish in it
The reality
And all the possibilities
Together
Or stay apart
Behind our barriers
So-called
To let the fog move
Inimically
Exuding fear and guilt
As we forbid ourselves from
Seeing
(without eyes)
And acknowledging each other
The fog connection
Irony
For there it is
Well
Then let
The better lesson of
The real thing
To a greater thing
Take over
All our humanhood
That should lower unnecessary things
In the way
Then let in
The light
(more than light)
Too Easy
Blindness
Blindness chosen
Not the sense
But the lifestyle
Even
A cause
That in the dark
We shall strike
And have our way
Forgetting
(among other things)
The anthologized
“Dover Beach” that
First-year students
Are foisted
To read
With the “ignorant armies”
In the night
That clash
Who wins
Who loses
No one knows
Except that blows are struck
And there is wounding
And humanity destroyed
By degree
Those who are blind
For real
Know the sacrifice
And the ridiculousness
In selecting darkness as
The quality
For sight
And shall we choose
To be ignorant of each other
Shall we fight
From distances too great
To know much beyond
The switch
Or the button
We could draw near each other
Rather
Withholding our destroying
Part
To leave the great part
Of curiosity
And even peace
Let go
Learn who is my neighbor
On the planet
How might the Earth do better
If we re-trained ourselves
For nature
The greater challenge
To
Like military
Pull back the extremes
To repair
Then prepare
For what’s next
To know
Who is next door
Not to pry
Or lord
Or anything overlording
Or pervasive
To learn each other
As we are
Even the agendas
Learning how to speak
To listen more
And to understand
(lessons in language
might be
the first thing)
Allowing curiosity
To be positive regard
Respect
The better agenda
Knowing which virtues to use
To influence
And which to use to
Be changed by
As we grow
In and with
Those we have relegated to
The other
As an objective distinction
(no such thing)
To render targets
Rather
Than people
Simply put
Do not destroy the world
That’s rather stupid
But put down the guns
(the buttons and the switches)
Find food
And drink
And other fixing things
With which
To approach
Nourish
And give the world
What is the real
Fighting chance
Family Game Night
(we can do it)
No one wins
No one loses
Leave that to
Real games
And remember to embrace
Congratulate
Game-winners
While in the world
We do better
With nothing like a game
At stake
But how we live
Together
Make enough
The base for everyone
Then all we reach for
After that
In other words
Feed everyone
Because
We can do it
(Rosie
says
we can)
Provide everyone
With something safe
To drink
Shelter and the opportunity
For education
Of ourselves
And the world
The unpeated past
The glories in the present
(let science say
amen)
Maybe
Remembering
The God who made
Everything
Is waiting
Withholding Armageddon
‘Til there’s faith
In the outcome
For those who choose
To care
And believe
In the world
And the living
Selves
And neighbors
It’s simply
Really
Embrace good
Eschew evil
Learning the two
More how to build
Rather than
Destroy
It’s easy
Each can prosper
After all are well
In fact
Prosperity
Will grow
While all are fed
And drinked
Have shelter
And the means
For education
Will the problems end
No way
But we’ll have a go
With advancements and
With possibilities
Which is
The world growing
Which is how it was
And how
It should be
By us
Eden
With the walls let down
The best Eden we can make
Yes
For billions
Living well
And each other
Has a chance
To go from there
To growth
To gold
Whatever might seem good
Without extremes
Of anarchy or monarchy
Rule one by one
And by assembly
Which is how
The world’s growing
(at its best)
Anyway
Grow on
Absent Lion
(not that there’s climate change)
Well
Winter’s MidAtlantic
Ended
Seventy
In western parts
So where’s
The lion
Seems not
To have arrived
There’s always
Aslan
For always good
A sign
Of faithfulness
And power
In faithfulness
There are other lions
Some as
Metaphors
Others in fact
Don’t go
To meet upfront
The real ones
For their strength
Is in
Predation
It’s the qualities
And made-up stuff
That make
The lion
Useful
(leave the real ones
out there)
As we can make
The lamb
Render its own qualities
For our own good
And at least
In these parts
Earlier
In March
What’s Blue Is Blue
Maybe this is all
I can do
For now
Write against the blue
Until
The retinas
And other parts can’t take it
Then leave
The machine alone
And even
Wonder
How we do this
All
The time
Go see
The eye doctor
Maybe she
Will know
What is healthy
What is useful
What is
Disciplined
For health and
Productivity
To ease the headaches
And the
Stress
Maybe from blues
Though maybe
I need to play the blues
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2 poems kind of about brokenness (sorry)
When the Circle’s Not Unbroken
The Lord
Invites us
To the circle
Or the square
Or something oblong
Maybe
Rhomboid
To something
Maybe broken
For design
Or due to
Some experience
That seems
To break up everything
Fear
And anger
Breaking out
Without
The lines
To keep it in
To keep what might be loved
Therein
Though love remains
In the fragments
The Lord
Cares for us in these
And if the situation
Backs in
From extreme
The parts
Maybe come together
In a new shape
If partial
While we gesture
Talk
And work on fixing
For a while
Call it prayer
Call it Bible study
Call it therapy
Or medication
Every means
That helps
In measured
Dosage
And discretion
‘Til something like
Our circle
Even as
Something else
Shall come together
Maybe with a new
Amen
March on Two Left Feet
(or right)
The fifth already
Seems like
March is
The right name
The lion hasn’t really
Come
Though are there hints
Of lambs
Is a fair question
It’s in-between
A kind of academic
Purgatory
While the sky
And Earth
Decide
To fix the things
From winter
Into spring
We hope
The flowers undeceived
The planting happen
In its own
Good timing
That might have to change
Or not
Should good-guessing be required
By planters
Of all kinds
Who typically
Are breathing through
Northeastern cold
While waiting
For green seasons
To begin
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disseasonability
an easy winter
brutal summer
heat
in exchange for
the snow
fair exchange?
there is romance
in the snow
yes
and peril, too
but do we forget
(speaking in January)
that
there is danger
in the high heat,
too
not to mention
polar ice shelves
sliding into
sea
exposing land
which is interesting
though
in fact
we are losing our cool
so to say
and for real
the Earth is heating
and we need
the heat
and shall we forget
we need the cold
as well
sorry
we’re not halfway
keep talking winter
in the northern world
at least
and maybe ask
down south
how the summer’s
doing
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Around
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I keep thinking of God
By that spring
Of water
That typically looks blue
Though sometimes clear
Showing all the
Pristine things below
Rocks and fish
You know
The lying and the creeping things
x
God offers
Some to share
For thirst requires
First attention
There is no speaking
There is no clear thinking
‘Til the molecules
Have
Cool and oxygen
Through water
Then we may talk
x
God looks a person there
And still
What might I
I
Have to say
To God?
x
There is no altar
For obeisance
And a sacrifice
No worship
As there is no priest or choir
Anyway
Nothing of a temple
Or a church
x
It is we two
A spring
A living tree looks over
Green and perfect flowers
I wonder
How long I might be there
Sit there
(slaked)
Trying out one script and then other
Out of my head
Over my tongue
And yet hello
Croaked upon arrival
Before drinking
Is on the line
And nothing over
x
God will speak
Of course
To say the perfect thing
To try my tears
Now that I have water inside
Or press joy
Upon the mind
Maybe to evoke
Those kinds of tears
The happiness
Companionship
A now
x
And I cannot worry
About how long
There is a forever
In this moment
And what might come after
Is conditional
Subjunctive
Doubts that do not matter
Suponemos
(we suppose)
Suponíamos
Supondríamos
x
I should not wonder
For in this encounter
Is enough
Is wonder
For eternity
All I can bear
There
And now
x
God
Does this
There is your own place
That might be the same
And there might be numbers
One
Two
Five thousand needing food
Two upon a cross
Or all the slaves crucified
For wanting to believe
We can be free
x
All shall come
All shall arrive
God shall welcome
With cool water
And-or
Whatever might be needed
A nosh
A deck of cards
(for Rook)
Play
Play for work
And then to let them go
x
The stream
Or what we need
For this place
Remains
A place to meet the Lord
Where the Lord is always waiting
(angels attending)
‘Til we come ‘round
Whatever has been bending us
From clarity
Eternity
A drink with God
Some words
Enough to save
To secure what we have believed
Or identify what we have not
To keep the good
Let go the rest
As service to the Lord
And the peaceful
The dynamic
Plains and courts
Skies and outer space
Transomed
With transparent streets
To clarity
The dark let go
Except in perfect shadows
x
All of which to say
We meet the Lord
Or don’t
But there is waiting for us
And it’s delight
In faith
And comfort for the ragged
Parts
From life
From confusion
By the barbarous
Now we turn
Now here we are
Hello
x
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Seedling Truth
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Tuesday
Time for devotion
Because there’s no
Holy reason telling us
To do so
x
We heard
And we hear
Sermons to the birds
And they rejoin
x
Bible studies
With the ocean
Ascensions at the mountain top
And then come down
To the veiled valley
Below
Most of us inhabit
x
Where we must live
Until our gospel says
It’s time
x
Our seasons tell us
Heat gives way to color
Then succumbing cool
To cold
x
We rest
And now it’s time
To rest
Until we all come back
Green blades
Rising
Songs’ abiding promises
To spring
Remaining
Up here
Circling
Until your gospel says
Forever
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(e.g.) https://www.learnreligions.com/saint-francis-assisi-sermon-to-birds-124321
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Beatitudo
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Where did this quiet
Come from
With the light angling inside
Yellow for benediction?
It is a gift
Of spring’s first day
It is happenstance
I don’t care
I’m thankful
For the quiet
And the colors
And the benediction I’m
Taking these to be
Thanking the one who blesses
Everything
In creating
And renewing
Like green rising from brown
Made and remade
And by the way
A gift of oxygen
For us
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Live from Punxsutawney
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Knob
Hollow
Gobbler
Turkey
Groundhog
Burrow
A manufactured life
Goes on tour
Speaking engagements
What is its thesis?
Moved in a cylinder
Men in hats
With groundhog faces
Thousands and thousands
I guess they have
Places to stay
TV, computer cameras
How it can it not
See its shadow?
Phil is not that accurate
Need we wonder
Why
Enjoy the day
Laughter
Celebration
Into spring
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Groundhog didn’t like the late April snow (she was in the middle of nest building when it hit).
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Onion Snow
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Crocuses and
Daffodils were
Growing
There is fog
Above the ground
Where condensations
Clatter without
Sound
Strange time of year
Odd conflict
Teaching flowers and
The land
Something
Via snow
Withholding spring
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Gentle war
We could learn
Without the bombs
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