pop's poetry

Category: Religion

  • no more

    heart aches
soul cringes
anger rises
reality hinges
on the complicated death
of simple lives
praying
for blessing
for healing
for salvation
kneeling 
and falling
into a deep despair
for a country dividing
so deeply
cleverly inviting
prejudice 
into our homes
It's time to shut
and lock the door
to hatred bred
in neighborhoods
in schools
in government
in pools of fetid waste
left by an ignorant society
waving flags
brandishing guns
to show the world the reality
of how a society is undone
by letting anger
rule the heart
and soul of a nation

  • the first stone

    Smooth in my hand
and warm from the sun,
the first stone is heavier than I expected.
And while I look ahead
I also look behind
to the piles of stones that are mine.
Collected, over the years,
along with the bruises
all of them made when thrown.
Each one of them a first,
a smooth giant killer,
thrown by those without a trace of sin.
I want to condemn,
but drop my first stone
into the crystal clear mirror of a stream.

  • drought haiku

    I'm not all that spry
But I can still kick your ass
Get off my dead lawn!

  • an irish blessing

    May you live long enough, love deep enough
and make time enough for family and friends
to call your life full on the hour that it ends.

  • stuck

    Learning the same things,
different words,
same message.
Singing the same songs,
different tunes,
same ideas.
Sitting in the same chairs,
different fabric,
same view.

Einstien said there's insanity in repetition
while expecting different results.
There's also indifference in repetition
when expecting the same results.

Learn new things in new ways.
Inspect the impassable.
Expect the impossible.