posting poetic prose
26 Mar 2025 8 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: cats, child, curiosity, humble, learn, questions
curiosity is a wild child
wide-eyed, open-eared,
she turns every direction
sometimes hard to focus
speaks only in questions
she asks “why” and “how”
always tries to learn more
about everything, everyone;
which is endearing trait for
good student or best friend
her interest intensely genuine
but curiosity has a cruel side
she gets good little monkeys
into all manner of mischief and
has inadvertently killed cats.
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Mish at dVerse invites us to “personify the abstract” 🙂
26 Nov 2023 8 Comments
in lament, question poem, scripture Tags: doubt, faith, questions, sovereignty, suffering
Lord, sometimes we just don’t understand
the mysterious ways you treat your children:
Abraham asked to sacrifice son of promise
Joseph jailed in Egypt for misjudged morals
Moses not allowed to enter promised land
Hosea told to marry an unfaithful prostitute
Zechariah murdered inside temple courts.
life can seem cruel and unfair in its dealings
as some people struggle disproportionately
do you stop your ears and turn your back?
sometimes your children suffer through no
sin of their own but because of others’ lies
we expect justice to prevail but if it doesn’t
can we believe you are sovereign over all?
try hard to quiet our questions and doubts
but sometimes we voice laments out loud
and, like Job, dare interrogate God of the
universe; human clay complains to potter.
we fall at your feet, cry hot tears, and rise
with hope in our hearts to bear burden of
doubt until your holy kingdom fully comes!
12 Jan 2021 8 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: class, quadrille, questions, writer's block
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am i real writer or
perhaps dreamy dabbler?
skilled smithy of words or
unintelligible babbler?
can i complete homework
by end of the week?
my pen, now tongue-tied, can hardly speak!
when i begin online writing class
such baffling questions i myself ask!
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26 Aug 2015 20 Comments
in question poem Tags: national anthem, patriotism, questions
Francis Scott Key wrote a poem, “The Star Spangled Banner” of four stanzas but we only sing the first as our national anthem (with the exception of home school graduation ceremonies).  Here are the words to the final stanza…and my politically incorrect questions to fellow Americans and free thinking people everywhere!Â
O, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation;
who will stand ready to protect family and home
if we don’t dare bare arms against terrorists?
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the heav’n-rescued land
Praise the Pow’r that hath made and preserved us a nation!
who will give thanks for his providential blessings
if we trade precious freedoms for rainbow cakes?
Then conquer we must, when our cause is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust”
who will stop evil and injustice in the world
if we only serve god of greed and money?
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
who will salute the symbol of brave freedom if
we traffick humanity and sell fetal body parts?
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Connecting with dVerse poets’ pub and Claudia’s look at national anthems…
24 Nov 2014 5 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: God, questions, religion, violence
Who will tolerate the suppression of women threatened to silence?
What kind of god calls his followers to murderous acts of violence?
When do you know you’ve been accepted by fulfilling all requirements?
Where can people be free to make informed choices of what to believe?
Why would God need defending and why is conversion forced on neighbors?
How is it possible to restore our right relationship with God?
I will hide my eyes from you;
even if you offer many prayers,
I  will  not  listen.
Your hands are full of blood;
wash and make yourselves clean.
Take your evil deeds out of my sight!
Stop doing wrong, learn to do right!
Seek justice, encourage the oppressed.
Defend the cause of the fatherless
plead the case of the widow.
“Come now, let us reason together,”
says  the  Lord.
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red as crimson,
they shall be like wool.”
(God writes poetry to us through the pen of Isaiah; Â chapter 1:13-18)
a poem in my pocket 