a cool spring Midwestern morning
the preacher started his sermon
a guest preacher known for fire and brimstone
the little country church was filled
censuring the flock about their sins
claiming to be sin free himself
he said he was perfect like Jesus Christ
and that's when it happened
two large front doors blew open
gust of wind raced down the aisle
happened so fast and ended so quick
the little country church was dumbfounded
his hair a mess his papers scattered about
with Bible in hand and rumpled suit
he walked down the aisle and out the door
the little country church sat in silence
Categories:
censuring, christian, judgement, mystery,
Form: Narrative
it's a narrow river,
Flowing beneath
The dark patchesof
My soul
Oh I know
U can't traverse
Ur canoes will
Demolish in the
Cyclone of my
Censuring words..
Well,this river is
Not for you..
It just has the intention
To flow without any
tedious look
It just flows..
Like my eternal poem
Categories:
censuring, beautiful, betrayal, love, lust,
Form: Free verse
Fallen Statues
In those endless, passionate nights,
lying side-by-side in the dark,
fallen statues of ourselves,
we sought escape
from the intense present
through the past,
the warm blanket of the past.
We reprised our spring days,
reminding, correcting, censuring
like loving adversaries
stumbling hand-in-hand
toward the door of a place
we had once known,
long, long ago.
Then the door opened
and we came undone,
clay feet crumbling like
the promises issued
from speechless tongues
in sightless heads.
Categories:
censuring, friendship, goodbye,
Form: Free verse
When someone else is at the wheel,
There’s not much you can say
‘Cause no one likes a back-seat driver
Getting in the way.
A passenger cannot control
The route or time or speed
And so restraint and patience
Are the virtues that you’ll need.
You may be in a bus or cab
Or van or car or train
Or anyplace where someone is
In charge of the terrain.
If you are not the captain,
Keep your censuring inside;
Just take a breath, sit back, relax
And tolerate the ride.
Categories:
censuring, life,
Form: Rhyme
Life is much more bearable
If, as I’ve sometimes found,
You can strike out negatives
And turn those vibes around.
When you’re quite together,
You can root around inside
And find the place the positives
Most often like to hide.
Then you simply substitute
Each minus for a plus.
It must be done instinctively –
Not something to discuss.
Most of us, though, need a hand
For when we have support,
We have the strength to hear critiques
And slough them off for sport.
I thank my lucky stars because
My family and friends
Are there to boost my spirits when
Some censuring descends.
And with their help I’m back on track
To face what comes my way.
Such comfort means much more to me
Than I can ever say.
Categories:
censuring, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
Fingers,
Toes,
Not enough to contain love ones.
Numerous beyond censuring?
By no means,
Barely breathing their names.
Handful,
Nevertheless,
Seems like measureless charity.
One breath for each,
They have in me.
Exhausting smiling laughter,
My heart tickles,
Love ones-
Only to inhale in awe,
Resting in their proper place,
Soul of mine,
All over again.
Counting faces of pure joy,
Knowing,
Blessed to breathe their names,
Keeping me in the living realm-
Categories:
censuring, life, love, uplifting,
Form: I do not know?
The asphalt against my face
Sirens in the background
My fresh warm blood censuring my eyes
Over whelming feelings of regret and remorse rush through my mind
What am I to do in the last moments of my life?
To lay here and cry or to quietly die
Or to scream for help or to fade in the night
Wish for a new start or to pray for what I had.
What about my mom and my dad?
How are they going to take it without me by there side
I didn't get to say good bye or tell them how much I loved them both.
They should now that I will always be there with them.
I don’t want them to be sad, they should be mad, I made the selfish choice.
Having them by my side would make this better
To have my dad tell me “Its okay son we all make mistakes”
Or my mom to say “I can relate to how you are feeling, and that it will be okay”
But it won’t, because I’m feeling my hopes and my dreams all slipping away
Like a leaf falling off a tree on a windy autumn day.
Categories:
censuring, death, sad, teen, mom,
Form: Elegy