Heard the news? There's water on Mars.
Let's send a spaceship to investigate.
Maybe there's life up there who knows?
They may need help from us great earthmen.
We're great at giving help.
What can I do but cry out my heart?
I feel the pain, the anger, the hurt, the need.
Do you blame me for cursing my planet?
Are we fallen angels? Do we scream
in the death of night? Or consider it just a dream,
shrug off responsibility, judge these
as mere horror tales, unreal, untrue.
So many hungry people, so many homeless.
Do we care?
For they have not happened personally to us so far.
But we need funds to go to Mars.
Maybe there’s water there.
Categories:
earthmen, irony, pain, poverty, water,
Form: Free verse
You are the one who walks on water, you’re the one who raises the dead
The fact that you ever bother, leaves me so astounded
My existence is not perfect, nor ever could it be.
Why you would ever bother, always amazes me.
Chorus
Lord, I feel so humble, when into your presence I come
You hold me close so gently, and your whispers become,
“I died because I love you, and I’d do it all again.
I suffered so intently, at the hands of earthmen.
I died because I love you, and I’d do it all again
Yes, I died because I love you, and I’d do it all again!”
Those words always touch my heart, and truly heal my soul.
Just to know you love me, such love to grasp, enroll.
For I’m a wretched sinner, no greater wretch could be
And yet you said, “I died because I love you, I died on Calvary.”
My heart aches when I falter, because it’s you I disappoint.
But instead of a scolding, my forgiveness you appoint.
It’s because you love me, that I’ve grown to love you too.
And each time I hear you say those words, my love for you just grew.
Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
Categories:
earthmen, faith, religion, love, me,
Form: Lyric
To move forward in blindness
plane to plane
to whistle the winded tune
of inspir'd stride
wreckage maintained
coldly
plane to
p l a n e
whirled at the side-stepper in violence
violness
vileness
busy in his own self-sight
is man,
earth's foot upon his chest.
Categories:
earthmen, nature, seasons
Form: Free verse
Beyond the measure and mead
of circadian rhythm and habitual rhyme
beyond the frequencies and amplitudes
of perambulating waves and recalcitrant lines
Beyond the clamor and din of nutmeg and time
cleavers and butchers and earthmen who climb
Atop the weathered brow of
life's grand conflagration
an old man disembarked at the final destination
Categories:
earthmen, hope, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse