Lemonade
I don’t want to make some lemonade,
Or meringue pie, or anything I
Can think of to make lemons fade
From a melancholy existence,
A soury fruit-filled persistence.
So I save myself the strain
Squeezing this fruit would be moot
As I’d rather complain in vain.
Coat Rack Reactions
You are the coat rack where I hang up my reactions.
I look to you to see how I’m doing.
Did you like the whole poem, or just fractions
Of an idea I was pursuing?
Both suits and holey jeans as well,
Aligned and hung upon the torturous rack.
Reacting verse that’s taking time to spell
Out situations otherwise held back.
I leave my clothes to hang suspended
In time you’ll pick up a hat or a glove
From an outfit left out, intended
For your wear. To hate or to love.
Silence Interrupting
This Silence interrupts me when it’s most inopportune,
When a conversation lulls perhaps too soon.
When silence speaks, we listen to what it has to say
As it awkwardly fills up our own delay.
Waiting for Signs
(Luke 17:20-25)
Waiting for signs from above
You’re waiting for some dove
To land on your shoulder,
When there’s already a boulder
That’s been moved.
Grooved into history
Making the rest to be
Unsatisfactory.
Why do I look for a sign
Waiting for the obvious to be restated,
When the Son already shines
Over an undercomplicated
Heart that I close my eyes to
In hopes that I do
His will and not my own
In the things I’m shown.
“Bring on the lightning
That’s frightening demons!
Bring on the stashes of flashes
You’ve been saving up!”
“Drink My saving cup,”
He point blankly sighs.
The Kingdom’s amidst you
Yet your tongue dries
In waiting
Underrating
Something you’ve missed
In Eucharist.
I wrote the following poem the weekend before my wife and I started dating.
(Breathe)
I smile at the thought of you seeing me
praying poetry
for our relationship to be
gracefully
led by He
who created both you and me.
I pray that the Spirit’s grace
will lace your thoughts,
trace your skin,
and chill your spine
to intertwine
God alone
with your own
thought’s pace.
Walk towards Him,
and I will walk with you.
Allow His Spirit to wrap you
Clap you in His hands
He understands your need for a blanket,
Thank it,
this warm swarm
in the spirit of prayer
where He traps you, wraps you,
and slaps you
upside the head.
You’re alive.
Rise up from this dead heart of stone
you are not alone.
You’re with God.
You and He are now We,
and I see you two
singing and Dancing together
whether or not you notice me thinking
“So this is your drinking the spirit,”
How beautiful to be near it
that spirit that she sits and emits
by saying yes.
How beautiful it is to be near you.
whether or not you notice the thinking I do,
How beautiful it is to be near you.
hear you singing,
bringing His spirit into my ears
as it nears the time
when I’m
going to say yes again
when the spirit in you
will shine on the spirit in me
so that I can’t even see
anything but the spirit of He
who made both you and me.
From Baby
Don’t listen to my voice, ‘cause I can’t speak
I’m in amniotic fluid upside down.
I know that if I kick mom here, she’ll leak
I’ll wait though, till we’re driving through downtown.
Upon Gmail’s Return
Gmail, my buddy, why were you down?
I looked for my mailings but none could be found
Not even your logo appeared on my screen.
Your nothingness leaving my mail all unseen.
Your finally back up and I’ve checked out my mail
And it looks like you’re running as if without fail
Except for the fact that I’m missing bold text
Of new mail, telling me others were hexed.
Up Against
Lord, You sing to me and I do not answer
I listen to everyone but you
So I’m a wallflower, not a dancer
Who wishes to sing too.
I stand off to the side and bob my head
Admiring those who can really dance.
I sing only half of a line before it’s dead
On my tongue as I hold my stance.
The lyrics I do know have become garbled,
Intertwined with lines that remind me
My black and white lyrics are now marbled
And blend silently into the wall behind me.
Real-Life Review: Bonjourpoetry August
Wow, I’ve been doing this for a couple of months now… Crazy. I’m glad to have you here reading this. If you’re just joining us, be sure and check out poems from July as well.
Here’s 5 poems of interest from August (listed in posting order). Let me know if you think I should have included something else.
Rainbow or Chocolate Sprinkles
Here’s a list of all the poems from August to help you remember your favorites.
Greener
Day-Dreamer
A Newborn’s Bodily Functions
Clean Teeth Craving
Stuck in a Stare Part 2
Stuck in a Stare
Throwing out Memories
Facebook Poem
Do I Drive-Thru?
Tempted by Raining BMWs
Some sum up an um
Me and My Spaghetti
Changing my Routine
This Parent Rocks
Scraping the Jelly Jar
Blinking at the Naysayers
Happy Birthday too
On Planting Dandelions
Beh-duh Growing Up Soon
On the Way to the Well
The Internet Door
Mass Interruption and Tradition
Urinal Surprise
My Overwhelming Basement
Jesus and Cornflakes
Heaven-Scent Steubenville
An Early morning Hour
Opening Doors
Imagining Manna
Elevation
Rainbow or Chocolate Sprinkles
Greener
I notice new windows on a house and wonder how much they paid
The cost of a new roof too, I wish could be relayed
Through the end product prominently displayed.
Landscaping, The flowerbed’s they’ve made
While my grass remains grubbily grayed.
One neighbor’s out there hand trimming each blade.
I pander blessings misconveyed
Sitting in my porch’s shade
And wonder when the green will fade.
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