Short Lutheran Poems

Every man goes to bed. 
Every man sleeps.
Men dream dreams.

We keep dreaming.
Praying not to stop the Lutheran dream.

‘ I have a dream’,
‘ I have a dream’,
that one day…

on and on and on,
the dream continues.
What have you dreamt so far?...

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The Woman is A Danish 
And married to A Scottish
But often heard in English:
Language she speaks with relish…

But the Rather Stand-Offish:
At times slippery like  Fish
Or like things one wouldn’t wish,
For example Leaf-Filled Dish
To be served Vegetarian 
Or Flesh to a Barbarian…

A Thief-Catching Librarian
And Confirmed True Lutheran!...

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A woman of substance 
 
I`m sceptical of the Dutch
One of them stole my beloved
He was a painter
Made her beautiful on canvas 
And she fell in love
I wrote a poem on a torn 
Piece of paper-
And I’m not a Lutheran-
Nailed it on her door
The usual stuff of the aching heart
The painter got arthritis
 In his hands   
Could not hold a paint brush
She sent him to nursing home
And now she smiles at me...

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And now indulge me, if you please,
I’m at my best when at my ease
and I can be a little naughty –
for the sake of art and levity.

Bach wrote his great B Minor Mass
sitting on his Lutheran bottom.
(Yes, I know “bottom” doesn’t fit –
it doesn’t rhyme with “Mass” above it.)

But let’s be honest this one time,
instinctively you supplied the rhyme 
though not seeing it in print
and, please, don’t deny you didn’t!...

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WHITE HOUSE
W-here men and brave thrive
H-is dreams made him strive
I- have a dream he said and died
T-ill his race was enthroned high
E-ligible his color wasn’t but his dreams
H-ail the white house for it light beams
O-verjoyed is the world for Luther sings
U-nto us the dream is come though he love to see
S-ee he may not but i am fulfilled that he lived
E-xcellent i accord him et Lutheran et king

(And ode to Martin Luther King jnr)...

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