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Juice Ex Machina
By Mark D. Stucky
When wine ran out at the wedding in Cana,
why did Mary request and expect Jesus
(who seemed slightly exasperated)
to act as an on-demand, divine liquor store?
Yet, gallons of fermented juice of grapes
appeared where only water had been.
But sermons are rarely preached about all that wine,
and the awkward subject gets changed when mentioned.
This first miracle by Jesus still seems odd.
It wasn’t a person’s healing from a dreadful condition.
It wasn’t a life-changing event for those in dire need.
It was just a favor to his mom
to avoid family embarrassment.
“Mary, save miracles for crucial things,”
we might self-righteously judge.
We, of course, never pray petty requests.
So we can feel smug
over such undeserved
and unconditional compassion.
(First published in Pensive, Issue 4, April 2022. This ironic and humorous poem ponders the first miracle of Jesus (recorded in John 2:1-11) and its unusual nature and context (although all miracles are, by definition, unusual). See also my poems “The Ascension (with Rewrites)” and “What Would Jesus Tweet?”)
(Image by Skitterphoto on Pixabay.com.)
Which STILL are you - are you this Still?
Still mad
Still fussing
Still bitter
Still lazy
Still complaining
Still tripping
Still jealous
Still doubtful
Still insecure
Still petty
Still ungrateful
Still childish
Still worrying
Still messy
Still confused
Still stupid
Still negative…
Or are you this STILL? Me, I’m this STILL
Still believing
Still standing
Still blessed
Still strong
Still powerful
Still grateful
Still loved
Still praising
Still trusting
Still learning
Still prosperous
Still amazing
Still destined
Still smiling
Still covered
Still thankful
Still driven
Still confident
Still unbothered
Still praying
Still Beautiful…
So, which STILL are you?
My Shoe Collection
Shoes
Nice if you have them
Shoes
There is love
There is happiness
When the next path of your journey
You take with shoes on your feet
Shoes
I am coming out of the closet
I am not a woman
But I do have too many shoes
Shoes
Love and relationships
Why there are a lot like a pair of shoes
At times, things may stink and smell
Yet still better as a pair
Shoes
If I could walk a mile
In everyman’s shoes
I could walk forever
Never having to buy my own
Red Shoes
The Red Socks
Will never win
Without good running shoes
Blue Shoes
If only I had blue shoes
Of suede
Id be dancing with you
After the autographs
Shoes
Homeless people wish for shoes
Millionaires wish for closets
Big Shoes
My feet are so big
Ladies buy me my shoes
Shoe Sale
The man with one leg
Looks for shoe sales
At half off
The Hookers Shoes
A good hooker
Never has used shoes
Academy a Wards
Winners and losers
All complain about their shoes
Petty and jealous, the famously inane
Their shoes show their vain
Shoe Diversity
They come in many fashions
In shoes there is humanities design
We all walk the path of human strife
All Shoes matter
Celtic Shoes
Irish Shoes
Scottish shoes
Welsh shoes
All meet at the pub
So their feet can have a rest
While the mouths imbibe with chatter
If all goes well
Later on
The shoes fall off in a clatter
Miami Vice
Got the finest shoes from Miami
Found out they were fakes
Tongues were bent and crooked
Must have come from crocodile skinned tears
Mocking the homeless with no shoes over the years
The Great Canadian Shoe Trapper
The trapper goes for beaver pelts
The millionaire goes for shoes of felt
Armani makes it all the way
Only when the consumer comes out to play
The Shoeless Argentine
If you wish to invade the Falkland’s
Remember to bring your shoes
Cause your dictator has all your money
He cares not if you really lose
When I sit back and look at my life
I think how far I came and everybody
makes mistakes but really no one's to blame
and on these streets ain't much done changed
but suddenly after all I've been threw
to get thru you gotta go thru
and why I'm worthy of his grace
is what I'm trying to show you
but honestly, truthfully, who you
and just like that I know your perception
of me just drastically changed
but pain is love and love overcomes all
if it's the right kind anyway, and thru my
life I always had to deal wit that petty he say she say
and I'll continue to speak the truth until on my tombstone
where I lay but ay, I know you don't like what I became
and it's a shame that we as people don't wanna
see the next man or woman prosper, but thats society
it ain't the white man but my own kind that wanna see me locked up
maybe even shot up, and America's attitude is
nothin can't stop us, but life is something ain't it
now look who's vision is tainted
now look who's holding the stainless
so suddenly it's the same sh!t just different places
same young niggas living Dr. Kings dream
wit more knowledge, but brand new faces
put me in Jesus place
now I'm literally bibically trading places
It’s a recurring thought–
Over and over again–
echoing in my head,
Bouncing back and forth,
Reeling up and down like a Yo-yo,
Like a boomerang that keeps coming back,
Like a song stuck in your head,
A thought that gnaws at your will to live,
Like an army of termites devouring your soul
making you hollow from within,
Like the waves of the sea
lapping its shore incessantly.
A thought nagging my soul,
Why not to just shut off everything?
Like turning off the lights,
turning around and walking away;
A thought to strip away
all my worries and cares of the world,
Like a snake shedding its skin
to just wander off leaving behind
petty rivalry, envy, jealousy, shallow ties,
The strife and the peril,
The platitude and the contradiction of life.
And to step out renewed, reborn,
into a new place with no identity,
no name, no past, no expectations
for the future – just living for today;
As I like. As I please.
With no vagaries of life,
No yearning for paradise.
Walking away folk free
unrestricted by time or space,
customs, creed or the rules of the law.
But this thought
Like an active volcano,
Ever brewing and rumbling
but never erupting,
Like a seed sowed with care and nurturing
but never sprouting, never coming to fruition.
It just keeps kneading and churning
Forever bobbling in the doldrum,
Performing boondoggle tasks,
Bearing the burden of the world like Atlas,
Unable to sigh or sneeze,
Fearful that a sudden moment,
The slightest shift
might cause an upheaval in someone’s life.
Ah, the woes of life,
Why thou linger willy-nilly in my vicinity?
Why thou not forsaketh me?
Go and befriend the dark, foreboding clouds
And burst down over some distant shores.
Let some sun shine upon me,
For once, let love
gather me in her warm embrace,
Let me not suffer
for having loved too well,
Bequeath to me the days rife with joy
and mellowed moonlit nights,
Let my path run some distance straight
and not twist or turn at whim,
Let there be spring in my seasons
instead of the gray cold and bare winter,
Let me rejoice in the day’s toil
and earn me the night’s repose,
It’s a recurring thought,
Over and over again,
echoing in my head...
Wait just a minute,
Didn’t we go over that already?
*I've been called a 'shrew,' told I am self centered, petty, and a few other rather insulting and invective names, so here is my rebuke.
Who plays the straight man for the one known as 'Schmoe?'
It's the Jester who juggles where ever Schmoe tells him to go.
Then there's Mr. DoGoody who seeks the spotlight of fame,
reproaching PS poets by pointing his finger at them in shame.
Three fatuous figures who lie in wait for Poetry Soup blogs
Croaking like three pompous bullfrogs in criticizing dialogues
Verbal abusers, slanderer of a nation, and he who prances
hoping to give Schmoe, his bro, the stage... the lackey dances.
It's a tragic case of fools rushing in where wiser men never go
A disease suffered by the egos of DoGoody, Jester, and Schmoe
A threesome pretending they're Red Barons in control of awacs
but they're just three old wacky muggins, Poetry Soup Quacks.
Ask a question and see what nonsense they will spew at you
Swearing their intent is righteous, and their cause is true blue,
but the more they protest, the deeper the holes they are digging.
A misguided clique always zagging when they should be zigging.
So if you bother to read what they write, just consider this...
the underlying meaning to their dribble shows what's amiss.
It's a game they play...one where they often make mistakes
Nuts have to be added to the batter while making a fruitcake
Now if you're thinking I'm just as guilty for some name calling,
I'm ready to be under attack with their whining and squalling.
I've already been accused by DoGoody of talking behind his back...
So here I am, you're all unblocked if you want to talk more smack.
HER
No matter what I try to do
Things are never right for you
You always make me feel so blue
Even after, what we went through
HIM
Things will never be the same
Till you stop this silly game
You can’t deny, I’ve tried so hard
But you know, you played that card
HER
What about the time you lied
I saw the cheating in your eyes
That stupid grin, with disgrace
I want to punch your smarmy face
HIM
It wasn’t me you stupid *****
I watched you fall and get hitched
You flirted with him, all night long
It was you that was in the wrong
HER
Remember that you, threw me out
So don’t you start, you crying lout
Maybe you should sit and think
Cause your attitude, it stinks
HIM
Don’t you talk to me like that!
I knew that you’ll come crawling back
And I didn’t mean to hurt you so
But you crushed my ego!
© Copyright 10th August 2013 K.C.Leake
[email protected]
Written By: D. Collins 9/17/24
Petty Freddy's a man no child would want to be.
Void of selflessness and human morality.
Stuck on stupid because it is all about him.
May be why wifey doesn't travel to Wisconsin.
This is as clear as day, without stating names.
And, for his infidelity he gave Biden the blame.
Can you see a Petty Freddy doing anything right?
Like coming with something to enhance your life?
They do "childless cat ladies" to "eating dogs and cats".
Pimp-smacked and locked-down when it comes to facts.
I am no expert, but when it's all said and done.
Ya'll will feel me because I grew up with one.
Hit me with your Epi-Pen
I need a massive shot of adrenaline
In order to restart my poetry He - Art
So petty , pretty please
Go ahead stick it in me
Ink me give me your best shot
Hit me with your Epi-Pen
And pray God willing , any form of reaction
Dredge my Pen of this pesky Invisible Ink
Bring my Pen to life again
Hit me with your Epi-Pen
I am in desperate need of a shot of adrenaline
As i have an Epigram to write
And anything is preferable to my Pens
current anaphylactic comatose state
Buddy can you spare a Epi-Pen
For Maureen McGreavy
Hit me with your Epi- Pen
Epigram Poetry Contest
29 November 2019
They couldn't have chosen a nest-bed more complex, or vaster.
I lauded their industry (toiling through Sunday, no qualms!),
and almost felt guilty for loitering by their pilaster.
My wife was the hold-up. Those scanty straps were a disaster,
her shoulders cold-shouldered! Here, there's no right to bare arms.
Basilicas don't come mightier, or more splendid, than this one:
Saint Peter's in Rome, High Renaissance, wide-fabled by poets.
The great Michelangelo crafted this Christian Aswan:
they've gathered its glories in guidebooks, so no-one need miss one.
Those frantic ants scampered on legend, but they didn't know it.
And isn't that rather like us? As we hurry and scurry,
accomplishing little, accounting ourselves oh so clever,
ignoring the story (except our immediate worries),
deploring as boring whatever creates no quick flurry,
we miss the magnificence dwarfing our petty endeavours.