Category: Everyday Lenses

Friday

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Friday

Weeping, hear me, as I do relay,
The incidents my mind keeps out of sight,
I clenched my fist as I killed Christ today.

I assure you of the truth in what I say,
I chose to do what I knew wasn’t right
Weeping hear me as I do relay

I took a nail and let His flesh give way
My sin driving in absence of His light.
I clenched my fist as I killed Christ today.

The image of it in my mind will play,
Tomorrow’s sins forecast by today’s fight
Weeping hear me as I do relay,

Alone I rest, I’m crying out Yaweh!
My Christ I need you, shed on me Your might.
I clenched my fist as I killed Christ today.

“Innocent” society would say
But I cry out in light as in the night
Weeping, hear me, as I do relay
I clenched my fist as I killed Christ today.

Teething Techniques

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Teething Techniques

I’m testing out a circumstance we
haven’t tried so if by chance he
hushes up then I can be
inside a moment quietly.

Right now he’s in the jumper,
But he’s looking for his thumb or
Something else to chew upon
Until the teething phase is gone.

So I’ve rigged up rings within his reach
But still, I don’t know how to teach
Him place your mouth around the rings
So I’ll enjoy the calm it brings.

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Revelation Tool

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Revelation Tool

Why is rain a revelation tool
That’s used in movies
To groove these
Characters into Someone
When there is no sun.

With their contemplation and rain thinking
Watching the rain sinking
Into sewers
As viewers
Understand
The rain planned

To give him another chance
To review his stance
And know he’s alive
As we strive
For something
The rain may bring.

In Small Noises I Call Silence

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In Small Noises I Call Silence

Cars seem silent in the early morning light
But the truth is I hear them out of sight.
A single car drives down my street but I
know the street soon turns to silence driving by.

The type of silence filled with wind reflecting
On leaves shhshhhing while birds chirp incoherently.
I also notice silence I’m inflecting
With head scratching and yawning, apparently

All of these things I do when I’m porch sitting.
Silence couldn’t succeed if it wanted to corrupt me
Unless it’s categorized and some how fitting
In small noises that always interrupt me.

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A Broken Lamp Unto My Feet

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A Broken Lamp Unto My Feet

I’ve dropped the lamp and broken the glass
Letting the fire come to mass
Leaving the past to be
Etched memory.

Purifying tongues acquire
Jesus Christ. Our Lord’s desire
Brings us more than we require
From the Holy Spirit’s fire.

The Creative Bug

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The Creative Bug

“I’m striving for mediocrity”  she answers.
“I fly to the light bulb, but can’t get in.
Me and the others are the dancers
They never let in.”

That bug strives to be mediocre.
She falls to the ground after hitting
The light bulb, I poke her,
Asking her why she’s just sitting

On the ground
To be found
Still.

Still, she is mine.
And everything we do screams
“We’re doing fine”
Without chasing our dreams.

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A Generic, Cut-and-Pasted Happy Birthday

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A Generic, Cut-and-Pasted Happy Birthday

I know you or I don’t know you, but I guess either way
I’ll cut and paste a message of what I’d like to say.
So happy birthday so-and-so, enjoy this rhymed relay
From bonjourpoetry dot com and have a bless-ed day.

This is something I wrote to have something to write on facebook walls for people’s birthdays.

A Quick Clothing Check as We Sit, Stand, and Kneel

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A Quick Clothing Check as We Sit, Stand, and Kneel.

Like a good catholic, I sit in the back with
My eyes on the whole congregation.
We modesty check for an odd to see speck
Of skin that distracts concentration.

As sure as I am there’s the sign of the cross,
There are rows of people that check for the loss
Of backsided coverage from clothing scrunched up
Or a skirt that gets straightened from being bunched up.

There’s that guy with his pants that he lifts past his belly
By ringing his thumb round his belt, you can tell he
Has done this for ages, this unsubtle move.
I call it a prayer, this pantaloon groove.

Some may pick wedgies out from their behind,
While I sit behind out of sight out of mind
Some do a shirt-flap and let their shirt hover
Before landing in for a straightened, butt cover.

Sometimes it is simply the swipe of the hand
A motion that all of us now understand
Results from the praise that our bodies reveal,
A quick clothing check as we sit, stand and kneel.

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