written in wee hours of a restless night

 

we live sad

(a)pathetic lives of

(un)quiet desperation in

rage, regrets, disappointment

isolated in an individual world, we

desire to be loved but do not know how;

bravely smiling on outside, slowly dying inside

how are you? ‘i’m fine’ is our standard line (really?)

looks like we, our family, civilization may self-destruct

only a hero can save us now — our hope is that God will!

 

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“For thus said the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel, ‘In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and trust shall be your strength.’ But you were unwilling…Therefore the Lord waits to be gracious to you, and therefore he exalts himself to show mercy to you. For the Lord is a God of justice; blessed are all those who wait for him.  

– Isaiah 30:15 & 18

 

concerning…

 

another absent father

whether unwed, divorced,

or imprisoned.

 

family needs stability, child lacks security

 

boy without manly model,

abandoned heart.

educational system poor fit,

disillusioned mind.

socialization by bullies,

tormented soul.

 

when slow burning anger eventually flares into violent rage,

 

why are we surprised?

 

 


An open letter in quadrille form, linking to d’Verse Poets.

inheritance of fools

Wrote this “grey haibun” to share at dVerse Poets pub…

 

A mist of grey grief hangs over us all. Roll call of promising youth, senselessly gunned down before their prime, grows irreversibly longer even as numbers of disconnected, angry youth swell precipitously. Education leaves God out, letting demons in.

Hate disrespects human dignity. Rage destroys human life. Violence disregards meaning of community. Selfishness and rudeness rule (un)social media. We refuse to walk in the life-giving Light; choosing to crawl into the darkness of our own souls.

The civilization of Man is graying fast. Without fear of God, we will fear each other.  Beauty of human culture  fades. We follow a suicidal path and wonder how to write our own obituary.

 

ashes to ashes

ravens cry over ruins

grey twilight descends

 

 


An insightful article regarding philosophical reasons for school shootings HERE

 

low style or high class?

Earlier insulted by

tinkering piano tuner

who mumbled something

about cheaper instruments’

mediocre sound quality,

the small piano swells

with dissonant rage

when unaware student

pounds out Bieber hit

instead of fingering

classical masterpiece.

 

In elegant contrast,

the gracious silver

coffeepot keeps her

serene composure,

never spilling hot

drop when filling

embarassingly silly

souvenir shop mug

sporting older couple

on beach with words,

“Iowa is for Lovers”.

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Linking passionate concrete nouns to d’VersePoetics with Marina tonight…