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Samuel Hess Poem
I am but dust, a man, haughty eyes will but do me in
And more when I gaze hours stark on my own work ‘pon fin’.
-Heights now I’ve reached, and skies I’ve seen- just a speck below.
He knows he’s peak’d past surprised feats when God him on low deck stows.
‘Tis not for man to reach such heights, and claim his own how-know!
Down goes the man past where he’s been until his pride’s pride goes.
And for all this- ‘tis still High’s right to make him. Even’s right to break ’im.
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Samuel Hess Poem
I love your sun brazen skin,
Short, free hair black as coal,
Contrast in the eyes, the whites
Are white and brown surrounds
The pupils: eclipse brightened nights.
Off to work you’d slave many days
When we would weary wave you away:
Bye, we said. Down cherry run road,
The gravel crunch told us you’d go.
Late eve, off clock, then you’d roll home,
Tumble inside, grope your alarm,
And slumber try. In your arms fly more, or
Squeeze your thigh, if only I had known.
I didn’t cling to you alone. I had then been
An innard° kid, caring only about my own. Inwardly self-occupied
But with prudence, paternal piety stowed,
Thereafter, I humor friends, I feel your grin.-
Although I miss you now, I have you, somewhat.
I see with your eyes, I tighten your smile,
Your facial hairs on me grow in, slow, thin.
In deep eve, this similar figure’s frame I clutch-
This flat frontal image hardly can compile
Your corporeal mold, did man’s-stature-deep soil.
The hour before, cold press’d lips did recoil.-
But your warmth often touches my mind,
Your eyes watch mine in this bedside picture, to
Restore as many memories I can find.
I will, with mind’s eye’s cognizance,
Imprint on my thoughts co-presence, which
Dreaming, flings me through time to you.
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Samuel Hess Poem
Oh Veracious One! We knew about You
And we despised You. How we resolved
To disobey You and Your words
In all possible ways. How could we foresee
That to love You was the predicate
For storing goodness throughout our lives?
That in You was the life we would desire
If we did not hate You? How could we know
That transgression against He who made
All things good would be our chains
In the darker places? Our jaws ache and burn
From their clenching, our eyes blur ceaselessly,
For many waters pour forth, and yet in all of this
Our cries are not heard.
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Samuel Hess Poem
The heavens can’t admire themselves
The spotted clouds, and the opaque wavered clouds
Like a light glide of a brush.
Our Lord gifted us with round eyes
That reflect the heavens
And a mind to ponder all his leavened world
Those chutes of bark and bugs
Aren’t impressed by themselves;
Their flat or spiky leaves or truck wide trunk
That I need tools to fell.
The Almighty handed us fingers
To clench and sift and grip
And the air the flowers leaven
This concrete is flat and hard
I’m used to sitting here and becoming
Numb, in my rear,
While I spend my time like hard earned cash
To bask in what’s given free
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Samuel Hess Poem
Desire death do those with weakness,
For present circumstances.
To climb the face of life is meekness:
Behold all of God’s chances.
With calloused hands in deep gray nooks, it’s meek to climb.
To rest is one step next to death,
Not rest from work, but rest to dwell
In furlongs of failures, for faith is forgiven.
Because these burdens bring expectations
No earthly man nor woman could fell.
So, lest the hungry rocks below be fed,
Grapple north! Nerve lazy ligaments!
Long not nervous eyes on bottom bed,
Gripping vocal chords cry loud instruments!
Like the slimy kinds of wriggling worm
Is rottenness inside our being,
Oh, I am most aware.
Bite lying tongues and spring new form
By blood (the Spirits bringing)
‘Fore Heaven’s royal chair.
He purposed you to not dwell and fall
And spite His gift He gives for all,
Nor long loathe innard selfish stall
That kills again all-died-for men.
Hoist those bones and pray- amen.
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Samuel Hess Poem
The creamy-porridge skies
Gave us drizzle at noon
The sun’s drooping violet
Palette squinted over the hills
And hid there, for the clouds
Were annulling her will.
At one the rain shifted its weight
To white withering gloom,
With haste warmed to puddles
Which watered the walk
Sustaining the blade’s colored
Green-gray fluttering stalks
Which lashed in the wind
As a whip’s cracking cord
Snaps like lighting strikes
Who writhe from the Lord
With cries of agony found alone
In those troubled with toil
And so sunk their roots
Deep down the soggy brown soil.
Thus, the bleak flat land
Has been deprived of defense
To be destroyed ‘til the freak
Winds hush and relent.
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Samuel Hess Poem
Precipitate so white!
What shivering delights!
Cool blankets ‘pon the brim,
Though much more be quite grim,
God moderates good gifts,
Too much makes fools of them
Who enjoy cold ice drifts.
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I stand near and peer over
The face of the chasm of darkness
Deep inside I know two options:
Tell her how I feel and jump-
Sit, wallow wet in tears, and never know.
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Samuel Hess Poem
How many have written
A poem or sonnet
About birds chirps
Or crows caws?
But, on a sanctifying stroll
I passed many leafless branches,
Filled with twig bowls.
And at that moment heard it
The chorus
Blessing is the air
Caught in my ear
Sparrows responded
After their kind,
A bird babe’s whine
Makes a heart tinder
Flames burned
Until composure.
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Samuel Hess Poem
The sun tugs young hours,
Wrings the day. Flowers spring,
Pupils play,
Waitlessness on one youngling.
Longing eyes cashed the calendar,
But father’s clock ticks.
Abysmal seconds cool son’s glare
Oak floor boards catch salty drips.
Minutes and months and now.-
Minutes-
and minutes-
and minutes-
Young blood flow still warm’s sign
Th’at least… young years are yet to give.
Naïve nowadays deprived of
First father’s lessons never lived.
Don’t you see! What is a man?
-Somehow boy did pursue,
Though, t’will never return those lessons,
Thrill’s seeking soul spurs no such blessings;
Mirages o’ dreams: a slew.
Upon composure: supple closure,
Baker’s dozen years gone over.
One son’s frozen dreams adjourned,
By mother’s smother, slack heli-hover,
Manhood grasped, not graven: learned.
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