Workings of Nature
Although barely, the sun was still casting
Its light as she slowly descended
Beyond the tree-lined horizon.
A view of the grey-free sky revealed
A beautiful contrast of rainless clouds
Highlighted by the setting of the sun.
Nature has taught us that time waits on
No one, not even clouds and light. She
Will set and her light will disappear. The
Clouds will move
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Categories:
workings, nature,
Form: Free verse
Inner Workings of the Mom n Pop Pizza Shop
Taped to the door’s plexiglass pane, a portrait
Of a Savior with ardent heart burning
Sunlight invades with the turning of hinges
Untethering the hospitality of Tony, the lone waiter
His Brazilian arms are swinging doors, open to embrace
He wore fishnet leggings to the Halloween Jamboree
Leather corset paired with his jet black hair,
Moving with grace at the age of
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Categories:
workings, food, fun, people, places,
Form: Rhyme
Behold the Workings
A spider thin calligraphy, a varicose script
upon the shallow sheen of mortality.
Are these the genetics of a divine act
arriving as green stems,
weeds and blooms all in a tangle?
A scratchy nib of doodled ideas?
Behold the dying and the replenishing,
the glory of the shedding.
All this upon a tumbled forest floor
where imagination plods daily.
More marks upon a blank
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Categories:
workings, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Inner Workings of My Mind
Intrusive thoughts take over my mind
Leave me alone
Words swirling in an out of my consciousness
Leave me alone
Memories pop up, zoom by, scorching themselves on my inner being
Leave me alone
Pushing them down
down
down
Leave me alone
Slowly, space begins to open
Allowing room for the blessings, love, positive light
Don’t
Leave Me
Alone
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Categories:
workings, conflict, self,
Form: Free verse
The Inner Workings of a Clock
The Inner Workings of a Clock
My Catholic schoolgirl
Denies my shadowy persona.
Costumed in
A navy blue uniform
A snow-white blouse,
A chest pocket embroidered
By Saint John Fisher,
Her youthful bearing ticks
Smoothly, quietly, piously.
My Catholic schoolgirl leads
The May Day procession
She crosses herself and genuflects.
Wrapped in rosary beads,
She pushes my golden orb,
Tilted and warped as it is,
Into its preordained trajectory
Toward saintliness.
Starships
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Categories:
workings, anxiety, confusion, courage, dark,
Form: Free verse
The Workings
Wouldn't it be tremendous, wouldn't it be great,
If we could just let words flow, at a staccato kind of rate.
We'd be like human gatlin guns on automatic fire,
gushing words in torrents, like a demented multiplier.
But no, words do not come like that, they're really quite elusive,
it's check and plod and plod and check, to
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Categories:
workings, humor, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Seven Workings of the Blood
SEVEN WORKINGS OF THE BLOOD
Many people hear 'the Blood'
But knoweth not its great workings
So in this small scoop of poetry
I will try to share the seven things
That the Blood does for us
Not that I have known it all
But because I have received
A choicy measure of God's grace
And pray and seek I will for more
For Christ
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Categories:
workings, faithgod, prayer, god, me,
Form: I do not know?
The Inner Workings
Can it truly be said that a man is mere logic
when I see your emotion as if it hung in the air?
Can it truly be said that a woman's mere feelings
when my brain is like clockwork in logic to bare?
Leaning tos, that is another discussion
for I will admit that I lean toward the tears
and maybe
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Categories:
workings, introspection, life, love, mystery,
Form: Quatrain