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Mary Cummings Poem
Why Me, Lord?
Why do I have such great pain in my life,
with numerous problems?
It seems that whenever I turn around,
my physical frailties keep attacking me.
My strength is waning. I just don't know how
to cope any longer. I need Your help!
I'm complaining, Lord. Please help me to see
why all of these things must happen.
I try to accept my cross every day,
but I've reached a point and need understanding.
Does anyone else ever feel such fear,
and ask You for help like I am now?
They do, Lord? Well, of course they do!
I know You hear me. I must not doubt it!
For I'm not really hungry, helpless, or poor,
and I'm much wiser now since I talked to You.
I have all of my limbs and faculties so far.
My children love me, and my husband is faithful.
So I should not be asking the question "Why?",
but thanking You, Lord, for Your answer!
Inspired by If You Could Talk to God Contest
by Matt Caliri
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A white pumpkin? My first thought:
A large white fleshless bony hand
or two, joined at the wrists to creepily band
together to form a gourd;
reaching out of the cold ground
toward the stem, all around;
it doesn’t strike a festive chord
a cheerless harvest hybrid; my last thought…
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SCAT...
I don't want to play.
L isten: Don't 'meow!'
O utside with you, please.
V acate my house now.
E veryone will sneeze!
Y onder is a pine tree.
O ut with every claw.
U nder the next shade tree
B athe each dirty paw.
U p to the high branches
T o sulk and withdraw...
S oon neighbors will hear them
C oming round the door.
A ll padded feet slip on
T he cold vinyl floor.
D inner time is nigh.
A nyone could tell...
R aising haunches high,
N ow their voices swell!
C antankerous!
A nimated!
T umultuous!
S ophisticated!
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Mary Cummings Poem
Mistleaneous
Children waiting, contemplating;
tree lightings; reindeer sightings;
decorations; toy donations;
food galore; help feed the poor;
evergreen; Nativity scene;
cookies baking; baby's waking;
Church at midnight; candles bright;
presents wrapped; wallet's tapped!
Lights out; Santa's about;
each door is locked; no chimney's blocked;
parents sleeping; no peeping;
early morn; Christ is born;
kittens mewing; coffee's brewing;
wind's roaring; Dad's still snoring;
bags of paper; toddlers caper;
long parade; breakfast is made;
boxes tossed; batteries lost;
crayons broken; kind words spoken;
happy faces; sled races;
mistletoes; ice cold nose;
stay inside; snowsuits dried;
dinner's ready; bring old Teddy!
Heaping plate; no one is late;
dishes cleaned; windows steamed;
tummies aching; picture-taking;
T.V. show; fire's low;
kids in beds (sleepyheads);
Christmas cheer? The best this year!
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Winter Wistfulness
Stillness prevails.
Adding to the hush
of a cold-snap night
is the crystalline presence
of snow.
It descends.
Brilliant-robed beauty
enfolds the earth,
penetrating the shadows
with etherealness.
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Catharsis
A cautious, yet deliberate, experiment of the mind;
fleeting thoughts considered,
then quickly left behind;
a brainchild of emotions cached within the heart;
I finally have relinquished
that which took too long to start.
The motive from inception was to recognize my grief,
achieving, through just pen and ink,
soul-cleansing relief.
Jubilantly now among the shadows of my home,
I clutch, with blue-stained fingers, my goal...
a finished poem.
The passion for alleviating pain has now been quelled,
and many facets of my anguish
have finally been felled.
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Song from the Jukebox
A cautious experiment of the mind,
it flows over couples as they dance
and lends credence to their stance
as cathartic words unwind.
Strongly felt are the thoughts projected;
as they gently intrude upon each heart,
mending what might have fallen apart;
each life has been affected.
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Snowfall Speculations
It's the fiercest of the seasons
as it sheds a coat of white.
Winter's come with all the trappings
in the still and dark of night.
We huddle under covers
from this first onslaught of cold;
yet we rise to face morning
as the bitter winds unfold.
So if we see the bleakness
while we gaze upon the land,
we should also see the beauty
that makes this season grand!
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