Best Thumbing Poems
The goal of a poem: its intrinsic I.D.
is grab folk: to show them; to imbue imagery –
to say something profound and to then sculpt the words
into a form that’s sound and is pleasantly heard.
Note that augmentation, achieved by devices
Like alliteration should not pose a crisis
But should more go with flow: more embrace than a grope;
Less stagnation than growth … to surprise Alex Pope.
So “caesura”, don’t cease: use sensuous metre.
With reined rhythmic release; caress – don’t just beat her.
Steal past each armoured guard: have Words blithe crash each scene;
refute yon jaded bard who ‘dissed’ Alexandrine.
This songbook that I'm thumbing through,
uplifts my soul, I sing anew.
""Amazing grace how sweet the sound,
that saved a wretch like me."
(John Newton, thank you for this song,
you changed your life, you righted a wrong)
"At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the light,
and the burden on my heart rolled away"
(With Jesus, your sins, too, will roll away,
and the joy in your heart will grow stronger and stay.)
"Love lifted me! Love lifted me!
When nothing else could help, love lifted me."
(Jesus is a lifter of souls.
When sins are forgiven, heaviness goes.)
"This little light of mine, Yes! I'm gonna let it shine;
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine."
(Everyone of us in our own unique way,
can shine their light for Jesus today.)
"Take my hand, precious Lord. Hear my cry, hear my call,
hold my hand lest I fall. Take my hand, precious lord, lead me home."
(When you need a hand to hold,
know His touch is more precious than silver or gold.)
"When we all get to heaven, what a day of rejoicing that will be!
When we all see Jesus, we'll sing and shout the victory."
(This world is not our home.
Someday we'll see Jesus sitting on His throne.)
I learned to type the proper way
Instead of hunt and peck,
Most often on a manual.
(Electric was high tech.)
But nowadays when texting
I’m pathetic as one comes
For I seem to be incapable
Of writing with my thumbs.
So every message I compose
My pointer finger taps,
The right one only, I should add –
No tangled overlaps.
I marvel when observing
All the mainly younger folk
As they thumb their words so quickly
While I, turtle-like, do poke.
A cold and restless night it seemed to be
This Shadow of man was following me
He'd come and go with passing light
Oh what a cold and restless night
Hot car
Cold road
Too far
No road
Past the road
Flew out so far
Off the road
In my car
No car
Cold road
So far
Thumbing down the road