a poem in my pocket

May Day at the pub and Bjorn’s serving up recycled cliches!   d’Verse Poetics MTB

While out to lunch (and armed to the teeth with cliches), two fast friends argue over who will pay for the meal:

 
I’ll take care of the tab.

No, let me. You covered all the basements last time.

That’s water over the bridge…I’ll get it.

You’re gonna dig in your Achilles heels on this?

Yes, so don’t loose a cannon over it.

The buck stops at the cashier.

You’ll pay an ugly penny to eat those words!

Probably have to borrow the family silver…

You won’t get my goat’s sympathy with your alligator tears.

Yeah? Well, I’m tired of wearing your heart up my sleeve!

And I’m retired of crossing double-edged swords with you!

Humph, you’re deaf as a buried hatchet.

Maybe, but not paying a bill is a fate worse than debt.

Upon leaving the restaurant, they decide to sweep it all under the proverbial dyed-in-the-wool rug.  After all, why put all your rotten eggs in one basket case?

how are we?  better than expected yet

mental frustration imposes physical toll

emotional wounds may bleed through

relational pain lingers most awkwardly

personal grief feeds melancholy mood

accrual disappointments weigh heavily

spiritual muscles are aching in protest

psychological scars can pull powerfully

no permanent healing this side of heaven.

wild violets blinking

spring’s soft sunshine coaxes blooms

beside garden stones

I am from…
the love of two mothers,
three sets of grandparents
(i thought everyone had)
and a father’s laughter.

I am from…
tease of best younger brother,
crossing line in car’s backseat,
okay, put on the boxing gloves
(always hit ’em below the neck)

I am from…
hamburger casseroles,
patio picnics with friends
popcorn, swedish pancakes,
home-canned jars of applesauce.

I am from…
summers of biking, hiking,
softball striking (you’re out)
driving past windmills, cornfields
anticipating visits with cousins.

I am from…
library books, music lessons,
arts & crafts; friday sleepovers
and saturday morning cartoons,
sunday school memory verses.

I am from…
games of monopoly and ping pong
yo-yos, troll dolls, four-square at recess
playing house or school with teddy bears
neighbor kids’ army in dad’s uniform hats.

I am from…
hurry up or you’ll miss the bus,
clean your plate, did you make your bed?
be nice to your brother (you’re older, they said)
finish your homework, say your prayers.

yep, that’s where i’m from!

Based on a poem by George Ella Lyon: http://www.georgeellalyon.com/where.html

Based on my boys’ favorite childhood video version (1995 British animated film with Vanessa Redgrave as narrator) of the classic children’s novel by Kenneth Grahame (published 1908).  See octet/octave form at  d’Verse Poets…

if bored by camping under stars,
Wind in the Willows’ Mister Toad
drove gypsy carts and motor cars
at fast speeds down the open road.
with “poop, poop”, Toad did so obsess
his true friends Rat and Mole did fear
that of his life he’d make a mess—
a car thief rap he could not clear.

to dungeon deep, the judge sent Toad
for ten long years, to sob and rot;
escaping with the laundry’s load,
sly “out of jail to freedom” plot.
Toad, reunited with his friends,
returned to reclaim old Toad Hall
swords in paw, rout weasels’ den;
grand speech for celebration ball.

illustration by E.H. Shephard (wikipedia)

Link to CDHK Time Glass challenge…

fresh dew on new blades

soaking in clean sweet wetness

life’s spring is greener

Dearest Son,

you will find in
this sad world
people who live
aimlessly and by
default become

surprisingly foolish
selfishly apathetic
faithlessly perverse
dishonestly lazy
bitterly violent

but you, quiet your heart
consider your footsteps
hold fast to the truth
choose to be different
be blessed by joy

shine!

all my love & prayers,
Mom

” I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth.”

( I John 1:4 )

Which side of the cross are you?
Criminals hang on either side
Repent, believe God’s Son, be new!

One robber gives Christ honor due
The other curses while he died
Which side of the cross are you?

Jesus’ grace invites me and you
From his offer we cannot hide
Repent, believe God’s Son, be new!

I confess that I’m a sinner too
I broke God’s law each time I lied
Which side of the cross are you?

All fall below the bar, it’s true
Our condemnation is justified
Repent, believe God’s Son, be new!

The choice today; what will you do?
I pray you would with faith decide
On which side of Christ’s cross are you?
Repent, believe, God makes all things new!

Stirred by theme of “vocation or call” at d’Verse Poets today…

_______

young women

attend college

afraid to admit

perhaps their

fondest dream:

“I just want to

be a mother.”

“JUST”  ??!!

go for it, girl!

yes, do pursue

the education

you desire in

becoming a

better person

but don’t let

any feminazi

talking head

denigrate you

for aspiring to

the high calling

of motherhood!

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They say that man is mighty,

He governs land and sea,

He wields a mighty sceptre, 

O’er lesser powers that be,

But a mightier power and stronger,

Man from his throne has hurled,

For the hand that rocks the cradle,

Is the hand that rules the world.

                       -William Ross Wallace

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Note:  I found a totally different version of his poem here:  http://www.potw.org/archive/potw391.html