POEM: Stupid Verses Wisdom

If we are to be saved, it will be by our hearts not simply ramping up intellect. Wisdom is more foundational than intellect for human flourishing…

Stupid Verses Wisdom

Is the whirled messing with you
Crying out
Clean up on I’ll won
Wile we bank on
Stupid
Figuring intellect will
Triumph over
Foolishness
As if whizzed ‘em
Is sum kind
Of algorithm
Reckoning cruelty trumps kindness
If kneaded
Enough!
Humanity is not numb-er crunching
Amor sow
As patience and courage
Yielding
Victory
The ultimate weigh insight
The udder most actions
Beyond halving words
Certainly knot
Dumb
And dumber
As awe surpassing
Mirror hoarse cents

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POEM: Beyond Laudable

You can’t take it with you, but you can live and die with barns full in a hungry world…

Beyond Laudable

They lived along
Rich life
Making their claim
Money is not that important to me
Soully to die
To wealth
Pried
From their cold, dead hands
Calling a laudable
From beyond

They also will answer, “Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?” –Matthew 25:44

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POEM: To Tithe or Knot Too Tithe

A poem for my churchy brethren…

To Tithe or Knot Too Tithe

“What is a tithe? A good start. An offering of our best.”

The church debates
For what is taxed as years
A tithe as net
Simp-ly gross
Or an elegant 10% solution
In what is a parent deal
God gets a dime
For every dollar
Abut given
God’s collection deportment
Amor like two cents
Billed
As tradition
Would halve it
Never the less
Fore the truly ambitious
A pro portion of what
You would like to make
In God’s image
The best of you
Or in sum grave
In image
The bust of you

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POEM: For Letter Words

Here is a funny little poem for today…

For Letter Words

LOVE is a four-letter word
Accept for a spell be
And of coarse
Barring those
Who are staggeringly bad spillers

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POEM: Opening Up

This poem is a reflection on the comfort I take in that light dispels darkness more naturally than dark dispelling light…

Opening Up

He was afraid
Too open
The box
Having herd
Of Pandora and such
He was heartened
Too here
That which tends
Too happen
Opening up
Boxes unknown
And weighing such situations
Is that light is favored
In emanating, dispelling dark
And not so much the other way
A graceful inclination
In the gravity of things

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POEM: A Wiled Woman

Here is the ekphrastic poem (based on another work of art) that I submitted as this year’s entry to the Toledo Museum of Art’s poetry contest. I won by not winning, maintaining my amateur status. This poem is in honor of awe of the wild women out there…

Tapestry with Wild Woman Riding a Unicorn

Tapestry with Wild Woman Riding a Unicorn by Gilles Le Castre, Flemish, about 1500–25.

A Wiled Woman

She lives
In what
Might be called
Common daze
When she counters a seemingly fierce lyin’
Dwelling in the forced
Scaring smaller creatures
When she vouches fore awe of the earth
The soul point of being
A beautiful unicorn
Is having no need of a “permit”
As there is only won
I ride on
Uncorrected

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POEM: Cheeto Wrapper

Yo yo, the Bully-in-chief is still vying for a Nobel Peace Prize…

Cheeto Wrapper

Cheeto President TrumpYo yo
We’re on the brink
Of total permanent peace
Or absolute annihilation
Yo yo
We interrupt this dark spectacle
The live theater of war
With that cliché rustle
Of the Cheeto wrapper
Yo yo
Pain know tension
Too The Man™
Up to his elbow in an empty bag
And stained hands
Mumbling sum thing a bout
It is just
Annoys

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POEM: Rooting for Light

The darkest nights produce the brightest stars…

Rooting for Light

Firmly planted
In the hole, why’d whirled
He found himself
Going to dark places
Awe ^ the more ^ sow
As baring the lighten dark

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POEM: Stair Well, If You Can

This poem is a reflection on the race to the bottom that we often rationalize ourselves into when faced with insecurities…

Stair Well, If You Can

They were faced
With two sets of stairs
Up
And down
Dark
Unknown
Given choice
Gravity
Winning
They descended
From along lyin’
Of heirs

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POEM: Hard to Reed

When the strongest winds hit, it’s even better to be a reed than a mighty oak…

Hard to Reed

He is a kin
So so might
He oaks around
Little nuts
Who just
Helled there ground
Still
He dances
In the light breeze
And compassed within
The darkest hurry can
Bows prayerfully
In the I of the centeredness
A mist
Fallen trees
And rising tides
Not withstanding
Mysteriously moving
Hard to reed
Even a storm rider
Syncing up
With awe around

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POEM: My, My, My

I prefer life with awesome saws…

My, My, My

My feet are on the ground
My head is in the heavens
My heart spills beyond horizons
Wear life is bigger still
Accept may be
The see
And awe
That due

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POEM: As Airs to the Thrown

I suspect that it is no coincidence that America loves zombie apocalypse movies. How many will be surprised that “normal” brings societal collapse? This poem speaks to this zeitgeist of our age, our moral childishness.

I think of this as mostly driven, or at least exemplified, by our tolerance of ecological collapse; however, globalized capitalism profiting off our own destruction may be the core depravity. Either way, our disregard for natural limits in nature or human decency will lead us to grievous ends. Pay now with courage and regard for ancient wisdom, or pay later…

As Airs to the Thrown

The whirled is getting
Smaller and smaller
Until we run out
In plan it B
Knot to mention see
Let a loan be
Intransigent
Upend till
Our lust chants
Awe hail lucid nation
Until hour last will and test meant
A decided con jury
Yet so so many
Will be found dumbfounded
As airs to the thrown
Soully sullied
Dead walking still

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POEM: Nobodies, Boy

I am a big fan of nobodies, as in “Nobodies gonna do that!”

Nobodies, Boy

I am a boy
Yet I am nobody’s boy
Boy, I am a nobody
A nobody among nobodies
Weave got it awe
Together
Us nobodies

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POEM: Awe is Won

Violence is a low bar where people go to pound down, that unquenchable thirst…

Awe is Won

When life is divided
There are too fundamental questions
Violence is the answer
Two neither

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POEM: Living in My Mined

This poem is about sorting out what is mine and not mine…

Living in My Mined

I searched the whirled
It was what
It was all a bout
And soully after
A sweeping
Inspection
And awe-embracing travails
Did I
Whys up
What was mine
To mine

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POEM: Showing Up

There is no gift like the present. Just say “YES” to presence…

Showing Up

May I
Just
Show up
With nothing in hand
Accept enveloping arms
Offering presence
That assurest invitation
Sow much more than
What we may no

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POEM: Not My Own

I was razed on autonomy, the notion that I am the captain of my own destiny; I suspect that this is like water to fish in American culture. The shadow of this is being a control freak. I have learned that life is much, much bigger than me. I live in a sea of grace AND vagaries — often sublimely beautiful, often ignorant and unkind. I have learned that the antidote for overdosing on the illusion of control is letting go and letting God. Fortunately, I have a profound sense of a beneficent universe, a loving God, with deep harmonies and order that I cannot fully see in the whirled of chaos and hurt. This poem is a tip of the hat to the 99.9999999999% of the cosmos that I have no control over…

Not My Own

I am
Knot the author of life
In naked truth
I am
Barely the author of my own
Life
Amor likely
Then knot
The sores of my own being
In that vane temp
I, I, captain
Of awe that
I am
As mirror vagaries
Ahead beclouded
A heart shrouded
As overcast that mettle
In that crucible of now
And unsettled prospects
And what remains
Moltin’
Taking to the shed
Fore a beaten
As won
And unending seconds
May I have another
Surly
Thank you
Fore the heart of life
Not my own

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POEM: Mortality Creeps

This poem is about our gerontocracy, particularly in Congress, even more so the Senate. I suspect that even in our broader culture the general accrual of power and wealth with “seniority” is the larger dynamic. I fear that in our largest looming existential crisis, climate chaos, the simple fact of being much closer to one’s own death than the average person blunts the saliency and importance of avoiding global calamity. I hope to only grow more radical as long as I get to grow older…

Mortality Creeps

The gerontocracy ruse
The whirled
The dying plan it
As mortality creeps

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POEM: Hollowed Be His Name

The name of Trump will surly be a villain in world history. Let US make this come swiftly…

Hollowed Be His Name

Halve you herd
The real state guy
And the grate US
Billed her of Brooklyn bridges
And boarder lyin’ walls
The Don metes realty
Sow much bigger
Then himself
Hollowed be his name

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POEM: A Door, Me

I’ve added a poem for my Trump Jesus “doctored” image…

A Door, Me

I am the weigh
The truth, lite
A door, me
Unhinged
The King of Kings
With no close
Leading no wear

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