Here is a short ditty I wrote several years ago. It is not a commentary on my current pastor, but rather a commentary on the human condition. Church can be a quiet place, and if you happen not to be in tune to the message on a particular Sunday, you might find yourself drifting off.
It's Sunday. I choose to take time out today to go and worship God. I hope you do also. Reflection on those things that are only known by faith are sometimes lost in the constant flow of other information. When we are forced to stop for a while and unplug from the repetitive drone, we can often enjoy life at a level we may not have felt since we were children. I was fortunate to be in an area with few clouds as the full moon came up last night. It was spectacular. I wrote this poem years ago to try and put into words one of those "aha" moments.
These are refrigerator magnets with words on them. The idea is to put them in random order on the outside of your refrigerator door. The words are then used as a pool from which you create poems. As you use them up the poems become harder to make. Some of the latter ones might even be bizarre. Here is a short example.
lazy moon to take
from sky to mist.
Here are a couple more: Try it using the words visible in the lead picture.
Poetry is a little hard to define. It has many forms and formats, and its subject matter is limitless. I have my own ideas. I think it should be understandable. It really should be enjoyed more by your ears than by your eyes. I always recommend reading poetry aloud. When I was trying to learn the craft and hanging around with other poets, I found I enjoyed the ones who could craft a phrase with a rhythm and cleverness. I understood their sentiment. I belonged to groups whose members were from a wide range of backgrounds. Some were working people with very little formal training, and others were highly educated academics with impressive resumes. There were enjoyable poets in both groups. However, in the latter group there was a little hint of snobbery on occasion. I remained true to my style and didn't try to reach too high in an attempt to impress my audience. I wrote this poem and performed it at one of the monthly meetings. I think everyone understood and there were more than a few smiling when I finished. I hope you like it too.
I recall the old TV series, "The Honeymooners", with its characters Alice and Ralph Cramden. Ralph would often threaten with balled up fist to send Alice to the moon. Everyone knew that Alice really wore the pants in their relationship and that Ralph, despite all his bombastic rhetoric, was really a softie. The memory of that great live television show was the catalyst for this short poem.
I have been to St. Thomas on several occasions both as a Cruise Ship stop, and also to vacation. On one particular trip, my last, I was unimpressed with my accommodations. The small window unit would only provide cooling if you stood directly in front of it. The weather was hot and humid. Hundreds of tourists flooded the streets and shops of Charlotte Amalie from dawn till dusk. The locals were surly and unhelpful. I couldn't wait to leave. This poem was written to chronicle that visit.
It's raining. Some light summer showers are falling this afternoon with a little distant rumbling. It has been very hot lately, and we are all happy to see some nice cool rain falling. I wrote a poem about this very type of event. I hope you can relate.
How do we properly celebrate what has been left to us by those who have lived and fought the good fight before us? We teach our children by example what must be done to preserve this fragile thing we know as freedom. It can be freedom to do great things, freedom to worship as God leads us to, or freedom from the tyranny from a government run by unprincipled men who have forgotten who establishes government. Read Romans Chapter 13 where the apostle Paul instructs Christians on government and why it was established. I am thankful everyday that I was allowed to be born here in the United States of America. Let's purpose to fight back against the tyranny that threatens our wonderful heritage. Here is the definition of tyranny, followed by a shot poem I hope will inspire.
Today is my beautiful wife's birthday. Happy Birthday Barbara. Tomorrow is the 238th birthday of our nation, the United States of America. I hope you will celebrate our great experiment in freedom and vow to do all you can to keep our forefathers dream alive. God Bless America.
It's summertime and the livin' is easy. I love lying in a beautiful pool in the late afternoon just drifting along with the breeze and thinking about how lucky I really am. I hope you enjoy my reflections.
This photo is the actual site of the markers that were set after the Louisiana Purchase. Two gum trees acted as the base line and meridian for surveying all the land in the western half of the U. S. I wrote a poem to commemorate the feat. I hope you enjoy it.