pop's poetry

Category: Religion

  • dear st. patrick

    We need you in America
The land now full of snakes
Too late we may realize
What will be lost
When the snakes have done
Their worst

We need a St. Patrick
To rid us of the snakes
Who will that be?

  • loose faith

    Maybe I’m bad at spelling
But the idea
Of loose faith
Is something ever so
Appealing
Dropping the leash
Let go of the reigns
Open my hands and
Let faith free
From my grasp
It goes where it wants
And flies to the sky
To find nothing
And everything
As it should
I didn’t lose my faith
Just let it loose
It found the way
A path
To return home

  • good measure

    You can’t measure a person
by their character
by their faith
by their stature
the way they express themselves
the good they do for others
You can’t measure a person
by their honesty
by their goodness
by their giving
the level of hope they have
the amount of grief they’ve endured
You can’t measure a person
by their friends
by their grudges
by their money
the love of family in their heart
the moments they missed
The only
good measure
for anyone
is how much you’ll miss them
when they’re gone

  • st. paddy’s

    “Kiss me, I’m Irish, it’s lucky you know”,
Is not something I’d normally say.
Though it is funny and almost all true,
My Grandma Gaghagen would not approve,
Except on Saint Patrick’s Day.
So kiss me, I’m Irish and lucky to be,
We can wish all our problems away.
Let’s open Kilbeggan and lift up our glasses,
We’ll toast all the Irish ‘til we fall on our arses.
Sláinte! It’s Saint Patrick’s Day!

  • i’ve got to…

    That’s how it starts, the spiral down
An eye twitch that begins slowly
The notice to your body
That anxiety is here
Taking over today
Every thought
Sinking

I’ve got to…