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children of God
18 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in american sentence, scripture Tags: Athens, God, offspring, poetry
(written as “american sentences” of 17 syllables each)
Yes, Paul quoted poetry in his speech at the Areopagus —
As even your own poets have said, “For we are indeed his offspring” *
Athenians made many gods, even built an altar to “unknown god”.
(Ever wonder how people who knew so much, understood so little?)
Man cannot create God; his Spirit moves, unconfined to our image.
*from Cilician poet, Aratus, in Phaenomena, and also Cleanthes, in Hymn to Zeus.
Taken from historical/biblical account in Acts 17:16-31. Beth Mooreâs Portraits of Devotion gives fresh insight (sentence #4 is hers).
something to cluck about
06 Apr 2015 2 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: chicken, hen, poetry, poultry, turkey
TweetSpeak Poetry celebrates April as National Poultry (Poetry) Month!
I think that I will never see a thing as
lovely as a turkey (struttinâ his stuffinâ)
Writing poultry means lots of scratching
and requires a bit of gravel in the gizzard.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
She wanted to be poultry in motion.
Fine feathered friends donât let hens
drive drunk to live poultry slams…
Concerned about April 30th, Poultry in
my Pocket Day? Find a cute chick!
poetry manifesto…or not
07 Mar 2014 14 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: espresso, manifesto, poetry
memory of menopausal aunt road raging
at unaware defenseless drivers
holy guacamole! eager tongue reaching
to taste zestfully smooth inspiration
aghastly entangled gordian knot yielding
only to sharpened double-edged entendre
first thoughts bright butterfly winging
free âtil inner editor second-guesses.net
crystalline flute trio recital melting
winter slushy to wild refreshing rivulets
jealously tuxedoed orcas screaming
bloody murder at deaf penguins
hysterical moment when ulysses s. granting
amused moose mousse âpre-approvalâ
âŚin chocolate denim with shot of espresso, of course.
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maybe a little too much “expresso” today…i’m a poet in the larval stage,
misfitting any specific movement, and ambivalent about a manifesto…
i simply write because i’m compelled to by an inner creative urge!
