Monthly Archives: January 2013

sunrise

sunrise

 

A little poem about patience.

 

sunrise

to do the same thing over and again
expecting a different outcome
is sometimes called insanity

i call it hope

 

To share with friends over at the wonderful dVerse community.

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Snow blower’s lament

Snow  blower

Winter has arrived full-bore here in northern Indiana.  All of a sudden, I’m paying attention to our snow blower, which for the past few months has languished largely ignored behind the car.  Do inanimate objects get jealous?  I wrote this little piece for the folks over at Poetic Bloomings

 

Snow blower’s lament

So he comes home last night
and he’s all excited about something
and he bursts into my room with a
bottle and in his Dale Jr jacket.
Next thing I know he’s all over me
trying to warm me up, and I’m like,
Seriously? But OK I let him cause
it’s been a while and I like the attention.

And then just when I’ve finally given in
and I’m kind of humming nicely
he’s like WHEN DID YOU START SMOKING?
And I’m like is this a joke? Since like forever,
only you never even noticed, you dipstick,
‘cause you never even ask me how I am
except when you need something
and I have to watch you going out

with that plush-assed bit** all the time
with her fancy name and showroom perfume.
And he just looks at me like what are you talking about?
And right then I broke down. Just broke down.
And he just starts yelling at me.
And I’m like, I don’t even care anymore.
You’re just a selfish user,
and I have had it with this relationship.

And he didn’t have the first idea what to do.
It was kind of funny, actually, his mouth
flapping open and shut like a broken intake valve.
There he was, just a silly little brat having a tantrum
in his NASCAR shades, with a shovel in his hand
and three feet of snow all the way down the driveway.
Well serves him right – and you can bet
SHE didn’t lift a finger to help him.

 

Outrage

Outrage

A rondel for those with tire tracks across their backs… (and anyone wearing a yellow jersey).

 

Outrage

I am not a sociopath,
I don’t give a rip what you say
about me. So what, when you play
with me you want to take a bath?

I’m your friend, but you’ll feel my wrath
If you EVER get in my way,
I don’t give a rip what you say.
I am not a sociopath,

I am a hero. Do the math:
the money I raised since the day
I was diagnosed will outweigh
any lives I’ve crushed on this path.
I am not a sociopath!

 

Francis in January

Saint Francis Giotto Assisi

I’ve never been good at making New Year’s resolutions. This year I at least got something down in the form of a rondel. Not sure what St. Francis would think of my translation of his words, but I really like the sentiment. My best wishes to all for the year to come!

 
Francis in January

Saint Francis had it right, you know,
in letting go what he held dear
to find that God is always near
in loving acts – as his words show:

“Where charity and wisdom go
live neither ignorance nor fear.”
In letting go what he held dear
Saint Francis had it right, you know.

What struggle and reward to grow
in simple gifts. Yet it’s my clear
resolve to bathe in grace this year
by letting love set me aglow.
Saint Francis had it right, you know.

 

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