Tag: poetry

The Opera Tonight

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Wind-down window worlds have long gone past
Replaced by air conditioned comfort zones,
Still music did consume my car and cast
Away my wind-up window’s silent tones.

A slow crescendo pulled beside my car
Of music made to make me feel and move
The opera pumping thumping was bizarre
As it persuaded me into a groove.

I rolled my window down and bobbed my head
To music from a language I don’t know.
From operatic music I was led
To empathize with passion and let go

Of things that held my mind in structured form
Instead I danced to opera in my seat.
Tonight I’ll tune to tenors that transform
My setting to a wind-down window beat.

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A “How ya doin’?”

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One “how ya doin’?”  really means “hello.”
It’s confusing when it’s secretly inside
The “how ya doin’?” meaning “we should go
And talk somewhere you’ll more likely confide
In a friend, who truly doesn’t know
What it is you think that you can hide”
In a “how ya doin’?” left to mean “hello.”

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Joys of Parenthood

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On sleepless days from sleepless nights
I’m up and solving sibling fights.
Who’s Cheerios are on the ground?
Who gets to sweep the mess around?

The poopiest of all gets changed
While my shoes are rearranged
By the other dressing up
And spilling from her sippy cup.

Our newborn doesn’t need those toys
They’ve piled on, releasing noise
Competing with his little cry,
I pick him up but wonder why

I bring him to my shoulder, pat his back
And though my shirt was colder, once was black
My brilliant son performs as if on cue
And leaves a badge of honor there for you

To notice what I’ve probably forgotten
Amidst the other joys that I’ve been caught in.

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Awkward Family Photos

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There’s something deep inside me that sets off an alarm,
We see a family photo full of an awkward charm
That’s worthy of the internet for all the world to see
And laugh at all those poses that you hold so awkwardly.

The knee shelves, the arm shelves, the weapons of choice,
The costumes, the settings, cause me to rejoice.
With brothers as bacon and mommy the pooh
The awkwardian era’s all there just for you

To break from your day and click through endlessly
Finding family ideas for new Photos to be
On your cards, on your walls, those glares will be free
To awkwardly stare down more people like me.

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The Distraction of Blogs

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The Distraction of Blogs

I’m distracted in the blogosphere
By all the links that seem so near
‘cause everything’s a click away
to see what someone else would say

about tangential information
that keeps adding complication
to a simplified relation
from a blogger’s revelation.

Comments and links lead me on.
The original posting is gone
Somewhere in my history
Only slightly missed by me,

Who’s moved on to new sites
Discovering new writes
Of passage serenading
In blogs we keep creating.

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Bird Poop Rainbow

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My windshield wipers smear bird poop across the window.
As if the Holy Spirit’s in the form of a Dove,
I look at this white brown and green rainbow
And start thinking ‘bout God’s covenant Love.

We want a movie with music and clean rays of light
Even though Jesus healed eyes with dirt and spit.
Although we don’t all get the gift of sight,
Don’t tell me that God doesn’t give a poop.

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The Bearded Food-Fighter Talking Snack

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I grow hair on my face.
And I think that’s a bit weird
That my chin can displace
Skin and grow out a beard.

These opened up pores
bring a strange facility,
My beard slowly stores
Up food with ability

To conjure it later
When the time is right
These amo’d invaders
Prepare to food fight.

If you bring it with good things
You’ve bought just to throw
I’ll wing it with ling’rings
Of “Classics” I know.

These leftovers left on
Will stay there for lunch
Lest you look for the cleft on
My chin, throw some punch.

If you prompt a defense,
We’ll counter attack
My fork circumvents
My mouth with this snack

Plucked out of my hair
To put you to shame
I’m ready, beware,
If you don’t know my name,

I am that bearded guy
Who has hair coming out of his face.
I make small children cry,
Wearing food that I misplace

In this curly red haired machine
That lets torturers each take their turn
Trying to bring me down clean
With their blades and razor burn.

No, you lost this fight yesterday
Or maybe it was the day before.
So go ahead and play
with your food while I ignore

The unsightly bits of food in my beard.
The bits of food that make me look feared
To you and your friends that think it’s weird
That halfway through lunch, my plate has been cleared.

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Japanese Beetles Sucked

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A Japanese Beetle should cower
When sitting on top of my flower,
Eating Petunias with Glee.
He’ll no longer mettle
I’m crushing each petal
And stomping each buffet to-be.

Trapped inside astonishment
We both hold some accomplishment
Until I find his buddies in my garden
Pesto potential’s eaten
By those who’ve found a seat in
My basil plants and fail to beg my pardon.

Previous instincts didn’t suck
So I try a whirlwind attack
Rubbing my shop vac quick for luck
Let’s hope that they never come back.

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Defining Normal: Advice to a newly married couple

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You’ll establish your family’s spirit and generosity,
Welcome others to your home and show them love
Open up your hearts, include those people we
Pass by in grocery lines, but don’t think of.

Establish what it means to pray in married life
Creating habits that will form a life of prayer
A unifying constant for a husband and his wife,
That will welcome God and show his love is there.

It’s not unlikely you’ll find children on the way
And you’ll show them what it really means to live.
To love each other and those caught up in today
You’ll show them what it really means to give.

The way you live your lives will be recorded
By your children’s memories that they recall.
The way you live your life will be reported
In nonverbal actions on display for all.

You hold a choice inside the palm of your hand.
It can be stuck there, nailed straight through,
Or more like a post-it you don’t understand
You could drop it and not have a clue.

You are a living example of this life that we get
From God who lets two lives become combined.
For your children, who you haven’t even met,
Normal is still yet to be defined

This vehicle will truly get me far

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This vehicle will truly get me far,
Though I sputter down the Franciscan Way.
I still remember when I bought my car.

Car payments and I would no longer spar,
Instead I pay myself and now can say
This vehicle will truly get me far.

This vehicle is one that’s more on par
With one who lives like no one else today.
I still remember when I bought my car

Opportunity knocked this door ajar
So I went and stood inside the doorway.
This vehicle will truly get me far.

I’ll drive a beater then I’ll raise the bar
and buy something that’s less work and more play.
I still remember when I bought my car

It was a choice that some viewed as bizarre.
This turning point’s recalled as I relay
This vehicle will truly get me far
I still remember when I bought my car.