Short Playing Field Poems
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Religion levels the playing field,
money replaced by hope
For those destitute with hills to climb
salvation—heaven’s rope
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
Ace
Top card
Trumping all
Beats the high King
Into submission
Forcing him down the deck
To acknowledge the lowly
And accept all have their betters
New game begins with different aims
Shuffle serves to level the playing field
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The US tariffs declares the plot is lost
shielding the tired and old, from the new kid on the block.
Focusing on the past admits failure to compete
with others on a level playing field.
It says we've lost all
hope in our future innovation
and bright sparks in our populace
to lead us to our prosperity!
from the
start
were
emotional
nemesis
adversaries
rivals
competing
upon this
playing field
of triggers
both
overly
qualified
foes
both
more than
worthy
opponents
which is why
a standoff
of sorts has
been created
one of differing
emotional
points of view
battling against
one another for
emotional
dominance
Two sticks by the oak
Trimmed and prepared for battle
On a grassy knoll
On the playing field
With one hand behind our backs
Sticks cross left to right
In the round we dance
The fields sway, trees clap their hands
We duel and laugh
(Caleb and I playing in the front yard when he was 4 years old. Now we duel with
wooden and plastic swords.)
DEEM
THE WORLD
A PLAYING FIELD
THIS CREATION OF ALL
PLEASE LORD FROM ABOVE
LET THE DOVE
OF PEACE
REIGN.
The playing field level
your words versus mine
A race to forever
embedded in rhyme
The score has been tied
neither side giving ground
Both phrases and couplets
inscribed to astound
It’s late in the game
when a stanza takes off
Outpacing the others
no images lost
As darkness approaches
but one voice remains
Returned from the heavens
— posterity claimed
(The New Room: February, 2024)
You deserve our adoring praise
For You alone are worthy of honor
Making our playing field more even
Gifting us with strength and power
To vanquish our enemies' schemes
We cannot express our thanks enough
For Your name is our provision
Let Your favor and mercy flow
This year will be one of recovery
Be still and know, trust in Your plans
For all that You died for us to gain
We will inherit in Your holy Name.
She was followed home by a murder of crows,
a pack of thieves,
and man from Uncle
Sure, he exists.
He paved the way for the women libbers of the 70’s didn’t he?
Girl from Uncle was sure to rile us up.
Where was Woman from Uncle?
Man from Uncle
Girl from Uncle
She was
Followed home by a murder of crows who noticed.
A pack of thieves who did not understand,
and a Boy from Uncle,
to level the playing field.
When all our birds have flown
and milk-weed stalks pose bare,
the katydids are all gone
and leaves scatter here and there;
why would the prince come,
laden with bundles of grain—
his arable year's sum—
and not expect to gain?
We who scoop his yield,
feast on his amplitude,
then bare his playing field,
are insulting and rude.
Please accept this check,
portion out a bit more;
lift us off this poop deck,
we most humbly implore.