community unity meals

Join the community of poets as Paul scribbles at dVerse Poets Pub!

 

connection by blood
relatives around a table
share past family history
gather for holiday food

connection like blood
friends around a table
share current life history
gather over favorite food

connection spite blood
neighbors around a table
share convergent history
gather with communal food

connection shed blood
nations around a table
share territorial history
gather to distribute food

connection in his blood
believers around the table
share biblical faith history
gather for spiritual food

 

 


Check out World Renew video of working with communities to end poverty:

civil (?) rights

Joining Real Toads in Imaginary Garden today on the theme:                                           “I Have No Mouth but I Must Scream” -title by Harlan Ellison

 

unborn baby girl
dodging abortion’s
sharp instruments

has mouth but
voice not heard
muffled in womb

unsafe sanctuary
tiny life unwanted
no fault of her own

they shout about
women’s rights,
“now let me grow

into a woman
strong, nurturing
seasoned in love —

help! it’s got me!
torn me…bleeding”
hear silent scream

postcard poem

Wishing you were here at dVerse poetics with De, postcard poeming…

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hi all, y’all

how r u, lone star?

roundin’ up a posse

for saucy bar-be-Q

hopin’ to see live

armadillo near amarillo

with lotta luv from

big ole’ heart o’ texas!

meditation

 

La via dolorosa
the way of suffering
tell me, Who would
choose to suffer?

Plenty of suffering
here to go around:
pain, grief
rejection, loneliness
bullying, abuse
derision, disease, death.

None of us immune
all of us sinners
except the immutable Son of man.
He chose the via dolorosa
only he could
only he would
bear all our misery and loss
on rough wooden beams of
a Roman cross:
ugly method of torture
cruel means of execution
for common criminals.

What crime deserved piercing?
His uncommon love for us
pierced his magnanimous heart
spilled gracious agape love
to wash our dirt clean away…

His via dolorosa is
our way home to the Father,
who turned away from
our hideous sins
borne on the bleeding back
of his beloved son.

Shadows fell on his
forsaken and disfigured form
when he descended into hell
Praise God, now we will never be forsaken
we need not smell the sulphur or feel the heat.

Let us kiss the nail printed feet
of our Redeemer – Rescuer
who walked the cobbled streets
of the via dolorosa uphill to Calvary.

dancing in grove

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olive trees by Van Gogh

 

mediterranean sun

pulsing rhythm

warm yellow sky

radiates, ripens

music of olives

leaves quiver

trees wave arms

trunks sway hips

shadows of oil

flow to sound

of cool blue

pyrenees bass

ticket to ride!

“Amuse me!” is fair theme at dVerse poets with Lillian spinning our memories.


 

calliope music

summer sunburn

sticky cotton candy

magical carousel ride

double-decked imagination

a young girl’s fantasy choice:

to trade precious tickets for

high-kickin’ striped zebra,

long-legged white hare

or sleek blue dolphin?

climb in saddle!

 

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photo by lynn – Kemah TX

a poet in his pocket

someday
i’ll meet
God
on a
mountain
or beach
maybe at a
coffee shop and
we’ll instantly
recognize each other
with neck hugs
and back pats
then, awed
i will bow
low and
God will
smile grace,
reach down,
pick me up
and put me in
his shirt pocket
near his heart
to carry
me
home.

name on a wall

 
prime manhood pressed

slender, young and brave

army air force wwII battalion

brought down near new guinea

their one son and only child

lies still in forest lawn
 
 

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 My father’s cousin, Vernon, son of Ben & Hilda of Bellflower CA;  whose name I discovered on a memorial wall in the Veteran’s Museum of Branson MO.

faith simply believes

 

shift angle of prism

to see full spectrum of light

adjust focus of camera

to zoom in clear reality

turn dial on radio

to tune in magnificent music

 

leave childish stubbornness, embrace childlike wonder

leave small expectations, embrace great expectancy

 

whatever you stand to lose

is already lost to your control

let go of whatever it is

you’re holding with tight grip

open the clenched fist

to receive grace with open hand

 

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photo by lynn

Christmas reading

 
Light a candle on this Christmas Day

We watch with eyes wide open.

What does a shepherd know of Light?

Messiah behold

Let all nations be told

All:  The Christ child has given us LIGHT!
 

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advent reading (4)

Light a candle on this 4th Sunday of Advent

We watch with eyes wide open.

What does a shepherd know of Peace?

God’s comforting word

in dark valley still heard

All:  Since Christ is our Advent of PEACE!

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O little town…


 

“You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.” –Isaiah 55:12

 

Everyone lives in a little town

obscure village, speck in space

lost in universe we are but dust

 

Creator sees, our father knows

us too intimately, enters a virgin

(god in a womb)  angels sing glory!

 

He came and is coming still to

every little town, knocks at door

will you let great JOY move… inn?

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