They lay on their sides,
they lay on their backs;
they spend fewer hours standing
than lying flat.
When life is a drag
and I hate where I'm at,
how I'd love to curl up
And sleep like a cat!
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Cats!
They lay on their sides,
they lay on their backs;
they spend fewer hours standing
than lying flat.
When life is a drag
and I hate where I'm at,
how I'd love to curl up
And sleep like a cat!
ON A FATHER'S DEATH
It came to claim him
and he knew
the blood-shot heat
of pain
that seared his chest
no words
no clutch at life
just a passage into oblivion
a passage out of hell.
and he knew
the blood-shot heat
of pain
that seared his chest
no words
no clutch at life
just a passage into oblivion
a passage out of hell.
Kit-Kat Krave
Krispy Kat
Krunchy Kat
Kit-kat junkie
Kandy Krush
Kandy rush
after lunch
Krumble
....krunch-krunch
Shepherd
At the
point of departure,
up from your knees,
you left me
and you,
I found,
far distance away,
a-stray,
caught in a thicket,
bleating,
my one
lost
sheep
point of departure,
up from your knees,
you left me
and you,
I found,
far distance away,
a-stray,
caught in a thicket,
bleating,
my one
lost
sheep
Waiting for the night
At the backside of the neighborhood
on the wrong side
sitting on the front steps
hanging with friends
blazing gold earrings
drop from lobes
strained stretched by their weight
wait
for the night
jukebox glamour
dressed in best
club bound
swirling
puffing
sniffing
high
till morning light
on the wrong side
sitting on the front steps
hanging with friends
blazing gold earrings
drop from lobes
strained stretched by their weight
wait
for the night
jukebox glamour
dressed in best
club bound
swirling
puffing
sniffing
high
till morning light
Mother Comfort
She made us mugs of "Milo"
before bed
and we drank
side by side
half drinking
half eating
crunchy, malty beads
still suspended
in a swirl of milky foam
at the top
She and I
sucking
rich, chocolate smell
close loving arms
stroking
close your eyes
head on breast
mother -comfort.
warm sweet sticky drops
from the corners of our mouths
prolong the evening
misty thoughts
of bedtime slumber
upstairs
several mouthfuls away.
IN THE HOLLOW OF THY HAND
"In the hollow of thy hand"
like eye of hurricane,
calm...
till sudden gale whips from behind
to snatch like a roof torn from its hinge
flagged like paper
flown like kite
tossed across
to land abrupt
dismantled object
in a stranger's yard.
like eye of hurricane,
calm...
till sudden gale whips from behind
to snatch like a roof torn from its hinge
flagged like paper
flown like kite
tossed across
to land abrupt
dismantled object
in a stranger's yard.
LOVE UNTENDED
your deep rose
dried
drooped
head on stalk
petals crisp
thirsty brown
lifeless...
love
un-watered
withered in its bloom
dried
drooped
head on stalk
petals crisp
thirsty brown
lifeless...
love
un-watered
withered in its bloom
WISTERIA
dripping
dropping
topping the eaves
cascade of lavender
like grapes
hung in cluster
soft in Spring
as light as sweet,
warm fragrance
floating on a breeze
wisteria
The hills
Distant hills don't roll
they breathe and raise
their breasts of green
and varied hue
And mist sighs
gently steals
willow arms
to wrap around
soft embrace
before the sun awakes
they breathe and raise
their breasts of green
and varied hue
And mist sighs
gently steals
willow arms
to wrap around
soft embrace
before the sun awakes
AU REVOIR
Man in the moon
Man in the mirror
Gone too soon
It was too late
He fell to the ground
a horrid fate
no fans around
one frantic call
the doctor made
a dirty game
they said he played
all the truth
only time will say
still in his youth
he went away
Au revoir, Michael
well deserved rest
of all the stars
you were the brightest!
I can see!
They call his name
and speak His fame
the Man called Jesus
the One they blame.
They said he took
God's name in vain
They thought he was
somehow insane.
"Kill the imposter! Crucify!"
up from the mob
there came the cry
"Save yourself! You need not die!"
others pled
as they stood by.
A drop of His blood
fell on my cheek
My heart was full
I could not speak
For it was I
whose sight he healed
as in the dirt
this great man kneeled
He cupped the soil
dug from the ground
while doubtful crowds
stood all around
and then He spat
and formed a paste
He made no sound
He had no haste
With gentle touch
my eyes did soothe
with this soft salve
so warm, so smooth.
"To the pool
of Siloam go"
His tone was tender
steady, slow.
"Wash, and you
your sight will gain.
Wash until
no salve remains"
Straight away
to Siloam I went
and into the pool
where I was sent
I rushed to do
what I was told
in my excitement
I was bold
No fear no doubt
was in me now
I believed
don't ask me how
He didn't have
to say too much
I felt it
in his healing touch
And then the sun burst
from the sky
vivid colors
filled my eyes
Joy exploded
inside of me
"Glory Glory!
I can see!"
Now here He hangs
upon a cross
I sense the doom
I feel the loss
"The Son of man I am"
He'd said
but now the blood
drips from his head
And from His side
He bleeds profuse
a dead Messiah
is of no use
On my cheek
I touched that place
How like the salve
upon my face
The salve He made
to set me free
from blindness that
imprisoned me
His warm blood
upon my cheek
told me what
He couldn't speak
"My blood is the salve
I freely give
By my death
shall all men live"
And as I gazed
upon that face
full of sorrow
full of grace
I understood
what it all meant
why the Son of man
was sent
Far more than
the sight he gave
Far beyond
his stony grave
By this sacrifice
of blood
He in my place
has stood
His eternal life
is mine
For as Son of God
He is Divine
Only a perfect
sacrifice
Only pure blood
would suffice
With salve He made
my blind eyes see
By blood
I gained eternity
and speak His fame
the Man called Jesus
the One they blame.
They said he took
God's name in vain
They thought he was
somehow insane.
"Kill the imposter! Crucify!"
up from the mob
there came the cry
"Save yourself! You need not die!"
others pled
as they stood by.
A drop of His blood
fell on my cheek
My heart was full
I could not speak
For it was I
whose sight he healed
as in the dirt
this great man kneeled
He cupped the soil
dug from the ground
while doubtful crowds
stood all around
and then He spat
and formed a paste
He made no sound
He had no haste
With gentle touch
my eyes did soothe
with this soft salve
so warm, so smooth.
"To the pool
of Siloam go"
His tone was tender
steady, slow.
"Wash, and you
your sight will gain.
Wash until
no salve remains"
Straight away
to Siloam I went
and into the pool
where I was sent
I rushed to do
what I was told
in my excitement
I was bold
No fear no doubt
was in me now
I believed
don't ask me how
He didn't have
to say too much
I felt it
in his healing touch
And then the sun burst
from the sky
vivid colors
filled my eyes
Joy exploded
inside of me
"Glory Glory!
I can see!"
Now here He hangs
upon a cross
I sense the doom
I feel the loss
"The Son of man I am"
He'd said
but now the blood
drips from his head
And from His side
He bleeds profuse
a dead Messiah
is of no use
On my cheek
I touched that place
How like the salve
upon my face
The salve He made
to set me free
from blindness that
imprisoned me
His warm blood
upon my cheek
told me what
He couldn't speak
"My blood is the salve
I freely give
By my death
shall all men live"
And as I gazed
upon that face
full of sorrow
full of grace
I understood
what it all meant
why the Son of man
was sent
Far more than
the sight he gave
Far beyond
his stony grave
By this sacrifice
of blood
He in my place
has stood
His eternal life
is mine
For as Son of God
He is Divine
Only a perfect
sacrifice
Only pure blood
would suffice
With salve He made
my blind eyes see
By blood
I gained eternity
Wish you were here
Before the traffic
and humid heat
that comes with dawn,
early fog
curls smoke in the air
streets clear
semi-dark
town
wrapped in sleep
distant fog horn
breathe
long
moist
deep
.....wish you were here.
and humid heat
that comes with dawn,
early fog
curls smoke in the air
streets clear
semi-dark
town
wrapped in sleep
distant fog horn
breathe
long
moist
deep
.....wish you were here.
SOLOMON
His dawn was soon
his sun shone bright
His glory did not wane
His words brought light
His vision, sight
and thousand to him came
Of treasures he had
an endless store
Of pleasures
he craved more
Mirth and wine
music fine
no lack did he endure
And so engaged
he spent his days
feasting on the best
but selfish ways
obscured his gaze
from God who first had blessed
Now the coming
of the eve
now the setting sun
now the dusky shadow-fall
Now the end has come
Shutters on the life he had
shutters colored grey
sealed with time
twisting vines
evening envelopes day
"Vanity of vanities!"
The sage now declares
"Eat and drink
and be thou merry
do not waste your years
But take thou heed
for all you do
is counted in the end
by One who sees
from the life you've led
where eternity you'll spend"
his sun shone bright
His glory did not wane
His words brought light
His vision, sight
and thousand to him came
Of treasures he had
an endless store
Of pleasures
he craved more
Mirth and wine
music fine
no lack did he endure
And so engaged
he spent his days
feasting on the best
but selfish ways
obscured his gaze
from God who first had blessed
Now the coming
of the eve
now the setting sun
now the dusky shadow-fall
Now the end has come
Shutters on the life he had
shutters colored grey
sealed with time
twisting vines
evening envelopes day
"Vanity of vanities!"
The sage now declares
"Eat and drink
and be thou merry
do not waste your years
But take thou heed
for all you do
is counted in the end
by One who sees
from the life you've led
where eternity you'll spend"
Waiting Room
Just feet
and feet
tapping
shifting
moving
feet
restless
nervous
aching
feet
waiting
to be called
and feet
tapping
shifting
moving
feet
restless
nervous
aching
feet
waiting
to be called
MY LORD AND I
We walk a path
in step we tread,
I do not see
no script is read.
I am to peaceful waters led,
on His breast I lay my head.
But when in pathways
dark and drear
in storms of life
or battles dread
don't walk behind
don't walk ahead
Remember what his Word has said:
I will guide you with mine eyes
I am your Lord
who hears your cries
I give you grace
I give you strength
to run this race
to go the length
until you see the Father's face
until you gain that eternal place
It is done!
your case I've plead.
For this, my Child
my blood was shed
in step we tread,
I do not see
no script is read.
I am to peaceful waters led,
on His breast I lay my head.
But when in pathways
dark and drear
in storms of life
or battles dread
don't walk behind
don't walk ahead
Remember what his Word has said:
I will guide you with mine eyes
I am your Lord
who hears your cries
I give you grace
I give you strength
to run this race
to go the length
until you see the Father's face
until you gain that eternal place
It is done!
your case I've plead.
For this, my Child
my blood was shed
CHICKEN MAN
He set up shop
road-side of Harden
and of it makes
a colorful garden
splashes of red
and yellow and blue
his subject chickens
of every hue
smiling he talks
about his trade
of his paintings
that bring him
financial aid
to care for his sons
he loves so dear
he talks about them
to all who will hear
you spend some time
with the chicken man
look at his art
stashed away
in his van
or strewn all around
on cardboard siding
you'll spot some treasure
amongst them hiding
chicken man laughs
wiping sweat from his brow
and you wonder why
or when or how
a man such as he
could appear to be
so real, so warm
and joyously free
road-side of Harden
and of it makes
a colorful garden
splashes of red
and yellow and blue
his subject chickens
of every hue
smiling he talks
about his trade
of his paintings
that bring him
financial aid
to care for his sons
he loves so dear
he talks about them
to all who will hear
you spend some time
with the chicken man
look at his art
stashed away
in his van
or strewn all around
on cardboard siding
you'll spot some treasure
amongst them hiding
chicken man laughs
wiping sweat from his brow
and you wonder why
or when or how
a man such as he
could appear to be
so real, so warm
and joyously free
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