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2 poems about thoughts and feelings post-election

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Meaning Esau Have I Scorned

Fake Peace, Truth Waits (2 poems)

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2 poems

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Fake Peace

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We negotiate in air

While the real war goes on

The numbers we’ve collected

Make for

Phantom outrage

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We’ve learned to gather narratives

To help

Though hardness of head and heart

Like Pharoah’s

Or the safe distance of the Czar

The junta in a bunker

Technical commanders at the switches

For computers

Will not help

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Stop it

We want to say

Though justification

Rationale

To go on while we’re winning

Think we are

Further compels us

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There are sides

There are protests

There are groans

From hurt

And even dying people

More explosions

Inside walls

Bursting through

That might have been

Our homes

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And now collateral

More numbers

Say we’re winning

Why negotiate

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Come home sometime

What will there be

Rubble in defeat

(there’s rubble on the winning

side as well)

Enough to say

For losing

(and for winning)

We are done

With so much of our spirit

Surrendered over to

Waiting

For even a surer end

Damn the legations

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Everything

Is over

Negotiate the absence

Of our families

(both sides)

Release the pain

And fill in all the losses

Like a journey through

Bomb craters

And we have no shoes

Only garments rent

From running

And now mourning

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And you

Winners

Want negotiation

Naming the terms

If you can

Through all this

Forget it

I need food

And walls

And separation

From everything

And all of you

Even my own

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And this is war

Universally

With tense peace

After

And new hopelessness

To feel every day

Upon waking

Sensing

And recalling

So much blasted

So much gone

So many

Even those we argued with

Now gone

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Gone people

Name locations

Redraw

The lines

We do not care

The dead

And now

The living victims

Anyway

In war

And after war

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Truth Waits

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And what is true

Knowing that Pilate

Doesn’t wait

For an answer

But consigns the one

He asks

To a rabid crowd

Festered

And fettered

By the empires

And wasted doctrine

Rituals

That do not work

Make nothing better

But a promise

That the next world

Will be better

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Ready to

Tear the one apart

And is consigned to this

By the one

Who asks for truth

And doesn’t wait

For an answer

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The rhetorical question

But for a moment

Left unsaid

By further one

And then the other

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Truth

Suspended in the air

Wafting uselessly

Too far above the crowd

And a governor’s

Own house

And how we govern

Waiting longer

For an answer

Not from Rome

But re-released

From above

Where Pilate’s truth

Was captured

And let go

Refined

And can be received

By him

Had waited

And the crowd

Had it been stilled

Like the truth

Over the storm

In Galilee

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John 18:38

John 4:24

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C L Couch

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(THIS IS WHO I AM)

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What It Means This Time

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What It Means This Time

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Pilate asked

We may infer

He didn’t mean it

That the Romans

Took the truth

As they found it

As they made it

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The modern person

Secular

Asking on occasion

Not waiting for an answer

Except the answer

As we need it for

Moment by moment

Justification

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Then to wash our hands

As if

That made a difference

For the truth

As we need it now

And pushed into a new form

As we need it

Later

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Behold your person

Who is your monarch

I have tortured

Beyond the law

And now the law

Is done

With this one

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Say this is enough

I want other things

To do

And now you thread

Insinuations

Through the crowd

They murmur

And then roar out for Barabbas

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Do you even know

Who that is

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Well

I will release them

To you

Wash my hands again

Let go Barabbas

And then Christ

To indicate

Your will with them

One to roam

One to execute

With others for

Barbaric companionship

On crosses

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What is in it

Water

There is salt

For exorcism

My excuse

Or it might as well

Be tears

For bitter clarity

Of what is real power

When they have it

When you

Have it

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C L Couch

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John 19:5

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Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

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Rhapsody in Bible

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Rhapsody in Bible

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God

You are good

You love us

Always

And anyway

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I’m sure it’s in there

Though I can make

Only pages with

Neat typing

Of blurred letters

As I try

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And then the stream

The invitation

And a wall of rooms

That somehow

Turn into mansions

Promise of two verses

About paradise

About

You know

Dwelling in the house

Of the Lord

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There are numbers on the pages

Small headlines

Aids from time

Which were not in

The original

Black pages

Into mod

(it was the sixties

into seventies

for us)

And now the church

All wood

And mullions

With a clock that I could see

When in the choir

Set in the center

So the pastor be reminded

(by the clock

committee)

Of the time

For preaching

And when

To wrap it up

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I received my Bible there

I think

Or in the rooms

For Sunday School

Which had checked floors

Of tile

Room dividers

In the wing

That had been built

Before I got there

And a breezeway

Over the drive

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But this is building stuff

And the pages

Pages stuff

What of the truth that’s in there

And it’s in there

I can recall without the images

Though they come

Anyway

The verses and the truth inside

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Create in me

A clean heart

O God

And renew a right spirit

Within me

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And that’s only to begin

The faith

And transformation

Needed

That we learn about

In there

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C L Couch

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from Psalm 51

(followed by

Cast me not away

from thy presence

and take not thy holy spirit

from me

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which happened to Saul

by the way

at the nadir

of his life

as king

appointed by the prophet

who got directions

from the Lord

to look for someone tall

and

well

kingly

for a tragic irony

as things turned out)

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sorry, I got into a kind of coda

(that a kind of song, could be a psalm, might have)

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Photo by CHUTTERSNAP on Unsplash

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By Gosh

(x = space)

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By Gosh

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God

Sorry

God

You’re not sorry

In this way

I am

And I presume upon

Your

Intimateness

I seek your pardon and

Too often act

Assuming it

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There is your mercy

For intention

And grace

For your means

And these are bestowed

Free of us

Our institutions

Our intentions

All of them

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What we might do

Or think

And shall you always love us

Yes

You will

We are nothing new

And always new

Oldly

And newly

You forgive us

Even direct us away

And it helps

When we cooperate

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Forgive us now

Forgive me now

Your will be done

And all or ours

Somehow

Beyond our doctrine

And the statements of our creeds

We need them

They compass-point us

We need you more

Who are

The magnetism

Earth and sky

And everything

That follows you

For being made

And not for looking

For you

For they know

You’re there

And frankly

You are here

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We have to know

We have the will

That took us out of Eden

In the way

Of will

As we shall have it

And while the evidence

Mortally is lousy

Still

We come to believe

With everything

We are

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Wow

A paradox of understanding

And enactment

Fortunately

There are the words

And there is revelation

In the words

And truth worth following

Unto the last

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But wishing

Wishing

We could have more

We could meet you

And you’d take us

Hand in hand

As metaphor

More like cell to cell

For real

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What is real

What is truth

You are both

You give us both

And more

And should we be

Grateful

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For all we know

And must sigh into

What we don’t

And let that be all right

It is faith

After all

By definition

And by will

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And how do you want us

But by will

Without the concrete obligations

In our love

But our love

With the best evidence we have

Or more important

Anyway

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C L Couch

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Maybe Start with Unaware Awareness

(x = space)

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Maybe Start with Unaware Awareness

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What is beauty

Who knows

Who knows

And decides

No one

But someone

Something

Qualities

We say

Evening gown

Swimsuit

Answers to questions

And the talent part

And then scholarships

We hop

We hope

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Well

Consider the pot

That has fallen

And is broken

And the Japanese

Shall with skill

And wisdom

Apply gold

To the broken parts

In making

A new whole

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And where is the beauty

In the original

The brokenness

The healing

New beauty

And new usefulness

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Or is it in the day

That no one else has made

But there is water

There is sky

And for ground for continents

Coasts and mountains

Plains between

The piedmont

Where we learn to climb

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Who made this

And

Let’s have it

Anyway

(determinism later)

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Let’s dance

Because we don’t how

And take a lifetime

Uncertain

And uncertain

To learn

And to allow for pleasure

In first steps

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And is there truth in beauty

Sure

Why not

There is also play

And we can argue

If we know no better

Our of ignorance

An argument

To articulate

We can’t article

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And keep in mind

What is frozen

On the urn

And in the text

Is movement

A celebration

And reminder

About moving

Celebrating

Playing

Working

(the potter must have worked hard)

All to say

To have

That there is beauty

There is truth

There is your mother

There is your child

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Order disorder

If we must

Or if we must

Leave it go

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C L Couch

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“Ode on a Grecian Urn,” John Keats

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