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Restart of a thread Jenna started after the May/June hosting drama: Post poems that express joy somehow. If you posted one on the original thread, why not bring it back?
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Poems of Joy: Redux
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Experience, Strength, and Hope
This is the worst coffee I've ever tasted.
A hundred crusty bastards
all lighting new cigarettes
from dying butts
in a yellow basement.
Jesus, what a fug. I'll stink for a week.
I'm clasping hands
one by one
like I'm at a church reception
or being pulled onto a lifeboat
by a biker
porn-shop cashier
doctor
work-release convict
tennis mom
a lot of people
who had nowhere else to go.
Some talk.
They wait
then lay open their damaged souls
voices steady, mostly
eyes level, always
and incriminate themselves
to strangers.
No one thinks
I could never - how could she?
No, they nod:
Me too
Or it could've been me
and
I felt like that.
I can't help it. I'm elated.
I've been
So sick, so scared
of me.
I listen
and know
no, I feel
that they understand me
Maybe the only ones who do
And now I'm with them
I'm free.
Now we leave, but we tell each other
Keep coming back.
This is the best coffee I've ever had.
This is the worst coffee I've ever tasted.
A hundred crusty bastards
all lighting new cigarettes
from dying butts
in a yellow basement.
Jesus, what a fug. I'll stink for a week.
I'm clasping hands
one by one
like I'm at a church reception
or being pulled onto a lifeboat
by a biker
porn-shop cashier
doctor
work-release convict
tennis mom
a lot of people
who had nowhere else to go.
Some talk.
They wait
then lay open their damaged souls
voices steady, mostly
eyes level, always
and incriminate themselves
to strangers.
No one thinks
I could never - how could she?
No, they nod:
Me too
Or it could've been me
and
I felt like that.
I can't help it. I'm elated.
I've been
So sick, so scared
of me.
I listen
and know
no, I feel
that they understand me
Maybe the only ones who do
And now I'm with them
I'm free.
Now we leave, but we tell each other
Keep coming back.
This is the best coffee I've ever had.
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Thanks for the redux, Poet. This first one was written for Jenna, and it's especially fun to post it now that she's Mrs. Preggypants!
IMAGES OF JOY
A baby's ten toes,
The rising of the sun,
My daughter's freckled nose,
A summertime of fun.
A quiet walk at dusk,
The soul's celebration,
Corn fresh from the husk,
My son's graduation.
Work that's well done,
A child with paintbrush,
A limerick, a pun,
New love's first rush.
Bubbles in your bath,
Knowing the way,
Finding a new path,
Facing a new day.
The second one is the first poem I've ever had published and reprinted:
SHEPHERD PSALM
(Psalm 23)
Oh Lord, how can I tell You
Just what You mean to me?
In ev’ry vale I go through
Your shepherd’s love I see.
When I am lost and helpless,
And stumbling in despair,
You come and gently lift me
With arms of tender care.
You take me to fresh pastures,
Where I can lay my head;
You lead me by still waters,
And there my soul is fed.
There is no surer comfort
Than Your protective rod;
No greater joy exists than
The presence of my God!
(First printed in The Lutheran Digest,
Summer 2005, Vol. 53, p. 40, “Oh Lord,
How Can I Tell You?”)
IMAGES OF JOY
A baby's ten toes,
The rising of the sun,
My daughter's freckled nose,
A summertime of fun.
A quiet walk at dusk,
The soul's celebration,
Corn fresh from the husk,
My son's graduation.
Work that's well done,
A child with paintbrush,
A limerick, a pun,
New love's first rush.
Bubbles in your bath,
Knowing the way,
Finding a new path,
Facing a new day.
The second one is the first poem I've ever had published and reprinted:
SHEPHERD PSALM
(Psalm 23)
Oh Lord, how can I tell You
Just what You mean to me?
In ev’ry vale I go through
Your shepherd’s love I see.
When I am lost and helpless,
And stumbling in despair,
You come and gently lift me
With arms of tender care.
You take me to fresh pastures,
Where I can lay my head;
You lead me by still waters,
And there my soul is fed.
There is no surer comfort
Than Your protective rod;
No greater joy exists than
The presence of my God!
(First printed in The Lutheran Digest,
Summer 2005, Vol. 53, p. 40, “Oh Lord,
How Can I Tell You?”)
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In the Morning
joy in the morning
after dark of night
reveals the hidden moments
of life lived to the fullest
whether in pain or sorrow
there is no soul
that loses it's appetite for
joy in the morning
joy in the morning
after dark of night
reveals the hidden moments
of life lived to the fullest
whether in pain or sorrow
there is no soul
that loses it's appetite for
joy in the morning
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Been there done that
sat with poetinahat
way above the rest
money property prestige and such
The hole I lived in
dug by myself
black black no heaven in sight
someone said been there done that
I sat in cathedrals
paid to sing
a God of my convenience
to blame and shun
I lived in fear
painful delight
doing wrong for right
love me alright?
I sat in the room
where joy abounds
the black hole around
my withering soul
Get up and clean the trays!
I don't smoke it stinks in here
some a$$hole picked
at my black hole delight
What to do what to do
do you want to live or die
the still small voice of God
unable to ignore
I stood and prayed
and felt his hand
it swept away
at my black hole delight
Joy? Who knows?
One day at a time
my friends like Poets
the black hole
fills with Joy
Love you Poet-Dave
sat with poetinahat
way above the rest
money property prestige and such
The hole I lived in
dug by myself
black black no heaven in sight
someone said been there done that
I sat in cathedrals
paid to sing
a God of my convenience
to blame and shun
I lived in fear
painful delight
doing wrong for right
love me alright?
I sat in the room
where joy abounds
the black hole around
my withering soul
Get up and clean the trays!
I don't smoke it stinks in here
some a$$hole picked
at my black hole delight
What to do what to do
do you want to live or die
the still small voice of God
unable to ignore
I stood and prayed
and felt his hand
it swept away
at my black hole delight
Joy? Who knows?
One day at a time
my friends like Poets
the black hole
fills with Joy
Love you Poet-Dave
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