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Thursday, September 30, 2010

Finger Food

Eating with one’s fingers
Strikes some folks as impolite;
To use “organic flatware” is
A callous oversight!
But it’s no problem if you choose
Your dinner guests with care—
You’re better off with spotless hands
Than dirty silverware!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Beach Blanket Bimbo

A shapely sausage stuffed
In a casing much too little,
She sizzles as she browns
On her brightly-colored griddle.
The hungry hordes may drool,
But their tastes are noncommittal—
They’ll only want this sausage
Till it plumps around the middle.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Covert Operation

The house was dark, I couldn’t sleep;
I had to have a bite to eat.
I thought nobody else would know…
But suddenly I stubbed my toe.
I struggled not to scream and shout
And let my little secret out,
But all will see when they arise—
It’s purple, and twice its normal size.
At stealth, I’m just an awkward rookie
Betrayed by milk and a chocolate cookie.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Moonshine

So undulating and intoxicating,
Lanky streaks of moonshine saunter shamelessly
Across the dark waters, flaunting their wiles
In an assault on our inhibitions.

So titillating and scintillating,
Their hypnotic dances catch the weary
Watcher’s eyes, tempting his parched soul to drink
The sweet nectar of their blatant seduction.

Rejuvenating and invigorating,
A few long draughts of their potent liquor
Renew his jaded spirit with spirits
Fermented in Nature’s best breweries.

Moonshine is a good woman, but she lusts
For the man who appreciates her vices.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Calm Waters

It’s the moon shining down that betrays them.
Gathered in pools or sequestered in lakes,
Gentle ripples make their way along calm
Waters, bouncing off shores both artificial
And natural, to make intricate patterns
On the surface. Soon they will be destroyed
By cannonballs of human flesh; the shelling
Begins with taunts and laughter, and the end
Is an explosion of childish pleasure.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Hannibal

Carthage’s warriors marched behind Hannibal,
Skirting the Mediterranean Sea;
Crossing the Pyrenees cost men and animals
But he kept on till they reached Italy

Publius Scipio ordered the Roman force
“Stop him before he can make it to Rome!”
Quick-thinking Hannibal altered his army’s course
Frightened the Romans and threatened their home

In the end, he couldn’t hold what he occupied;
Beaten, disgraced, he found no victory
Cornered by Romans, he opted for suicide—
Died in the year B.C. one-eighty-three

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Claymation

Day Number 6:
The Lord took clay from the earth He made.
With thoughtful care
He formed two figures, then He bade
Them rise and breathe.
Within their breasts He placed two flames
To give them life—
To animate their fragile frames
With hopes and dreams,
Perhaps to seek and grow with Him.
Their foolishness
Caused flaming hopes to flicker; dimmed
And darkened hearts,
Each suffering in lonely pain,
Found sacrifice
Alone could end sin’s tragic reign.
Why do we wonder
That our animators find such
Fascination
Now when clay responds to their touch?

Friday, September 17, 2010

Shade

Morning comes.
The sun peeks over the earth’s edge
And darkness flees before him…
Except for them.
The shadows refuse to go.
He rises up to his full height
And glares down…
But they laugh at his burning gaze.
They huddle together, becoming
Mere dots
Made all the darker by
His growing intensity.
My hair stirs
In the gentle breezes as I stand,
Sheltered in their gentle embrace,
And sigh with gratitude.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Pyrokinesis

Just a thought, a single spark
Searching for tinder
A glowing ember awaiting ignition
Upon the mind’s hearth
It crackles loudly as it blazes
Suddenly afire
The flames consume all they touch
And innovations are born

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Where Trouble Grows

“Though affliction does not
Grow up from the dust, nor
Trouble spring forth from the ground,
Yet mankind is born
For the purpose of suffering,
As surely as sparks fly upward.”

When Job lay there suffering,
These were the words
His friend known as Eliphaz
Offered as comfort.
I doubt Job felt better
When offered the obvious—
Especially when those words
Said he’d done evil
And this was his punishment. Ouch!

And yet, there was truth there.
Suffering draws us
As moths to a flame
Or fish to a baited hook.
Though we don’t want it,
We cannot avoid it.
The most fertile field
Where trouble grows
Is the place where the living thrive.

And so, there is comfort
In knowing that suffering
Means that we’re living…
And knowing that growing
Is something that’s seasonal.
Where trouble grows now
Is the most fertile ground…
And soon trouble’s season
Will pass and the blessings will grow.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Itchy-Sketch

I scratched so hard I left a mark
The itches wouldn’t stop
I scratched so hard I left more marks
Around, beside, on top
My arm is such a messy sketch
Of white and bloody streaks
The doctor says the itch won’t stop
For two or three more weeks
Too bad I can’t just shake it off
And have the itch erased
Instead I have to keep it coated
With a sticky paste
I hope it doesn’t leave a mark
Or feel like old dried cobs—
At least my arm won’t end up with
Two little twisty knobs

Friday, September 10, 2010

Pixelated

It started out so small… nothing really;
A tiny irritation just beyond
My range of sight, and neither clear nor steady.
It wouldn’t go away and so I stared
Intently, my flustered mind unable
To make the slightest sense of it at all.
In time its pixels filled my field of view,
This tiny object grown grotesquely huge,
Its details now enlarged beyond all logic.
Obsession bred significance
Based only on its awkward size.
Imprinted now upon my mind,
I realize that pixilation
Is but vision poorly focused.
Perhaps some things should stay small after all.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Judgment

For Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year.

The Lord of Hosts sits high upon His throne
And gazes down upon a human sea.
Its churning passions toss the multitudes
Like helpless driftwood; He is not amused.
He notes their endless strife and lack of care
For those less fortunate; He marks their names
Upon His book of deeds. He will remember
Those who profane His name and hate His people.
His power will soon defeat His enemies;
His name will soon be praised across the earth.
Remember well His sovereign might; remember
All his blessings; remember He is just.
Sound the shofar; proclaim His holy name!

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Paradox

Today’s tragedy:
A dozen children running
For their lives
And no one even asked
About the absent parents

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Faux Pas

When I commit a social gaffe
And everybody starts to laugh
I stop and stare because I wonder:
Have they never made this blunder?
Surely I am not alone
When I screw up; so as I’m thrown
Beneath the bus, I savor this:
I least I dared to take the risk.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Fingertips

We embrace, knowing this is the last time
We’ll see each other for a while. She sighs,
And tears dampen my shoulder. My fingers
Gently entangle themselves in her blond
Curls. I wish this could last a while longer…
But it can’t. We ease away from each other;
My fingers release her hair and lightly
Caress her cheek, down to her dimpled chin.
I tilt her head up and brush my trembling lips
Against hers. My fingertips linger, then
Fall away into loneliness once more.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

First Screening

This poem is patterned after Beowulf's
Accentual alliterative style.


For endless hours, I’ve continued
Feverish scribbling, the screenplay lengthening;
Finally finished, filming begins
And rolling cameras capture the truth.
All of the audience stares in amazement
As my emotions are made visible;
And now at last they know my needs,
Brilliantly beamed, the bad and the good
Together, full-grown. No silver screen
Could prepare my friends to process this news flash.
Reviews alone remain to be heard.