Loopholes to heaven

                                                       Loopholes to Heaven

She and I are two creatures

Struggling for survival

Faces full of sin and deviltry

But in the long run

There is still time

To change our manners

As we go down the winding road

Looking for loopholes

To get to heaven

               

Token Tithes

Daylight intrudes with patches of blue sky

Yesterday the weather harassed us with restlessness

I sit in a comfortable chair

In my home in the suburbs

Away from city pavements and high office towers

In lost moments to myself

I look around the neighborhood

From an enclosed screen porch

And spy the heat of other lives

Caught up in their snares

A young couple walking arguing

A little boy fallen off a tricycle

A screen door slams

A grumpy looking girl in knotted hair

Listens to a ranting parent

Tries to get out of earshot

I feel like a worm that’s been overfed

My thoughts; the collection basket at church

The size and substance

Of our token tithes

Pocket change mostly

We are an abomination all of us

Have we been gone too long to be changed?

Somebody loves us all

But we don’t remember Him to feel His approval

You rob me, he says

In tithes and offerings

You are cursed with a curse for you have robbed me

Bring all the tithes into the storehouse

That there may be meat in my house

And prove me

If I will not bless you with overabundance and blessings

Malachi 3:9-10

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Too Much World

Too Much World

Highway dust in aimless air

Counted miles not rightly counted

In the measure of a little while

There is too much world at once

You are a light to no one but yourself

Your heart earns a doubt

Demands upon you tug

You feel the nudge

Telling you how you ought to feel

It’s like tying the hands

Of a clock together

Wait to greet the moon

Something will brush across your mind

A voice will speak

 Sounds of insight more than lips

Take one step backward to go forward

Birds at least must know

You have no one left but God

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The Poet without a Poem

Many people ask why I am a poet without a poem. I will explain here;

The Poet without a Poem

The glory of a poet is his poem.
Pristine soft, Gentle skin complexion,
A heart to bear the beauty.
I will do her good and not harm
All the days of her life.
Her heart will safely trust me.

Spells of memory sink quietly
Into silent depths of emotion.
We lived so beautifully
Performing simple gestures,
Inhale her into my realms,
Absorb her quiet sighs,
Wait for her approvals.

Stale air pulses with energy
Connecting emptiness to
My Lost Lady.
Seemingly attempting to survive
I am one poem away,
The poet without a poem.

Transitory Gloom

 The Deadbeat

Time is not geared to human life

Nor to obeying orders

Of human nature

Emptiness surrounds him

He spends days without opening his lips

Breath makes the only sound

His head is over weight

Loneliness feeds him a lot

He hasn't lost that yet; devising ways

To spend his insufficiency

He can't hold a woman

With torn hands

Experiences are spectacular

And short lived

Concluding finally

In separate corners

He is tender to strangers

Says something and ends up

Meaning something else

At times he's just plain mischevous

He has no necessity to rule himself

Making promises

He can never keep

Humiliated by his own idleness

He waits for nights to crawl in

To spend up his whole void

He must leave no residue of doubt

He is master

Of his own inclinations
This amuses the sparrows

And other birds

That sing foreign songs

To see him destroy himself.

Busy Air

The air was busy
Embracing its surroundings
In a constant vigil
Keeping creation at ease

The wind got in my way
I nudged it rudely away
It was only a random act
It lies down a motionless wind

This is my hard time
I need the air in my human form
To keep my body at peace

I kiss the departing air
Marred by my curse
And aggravated
By my terrible violence

Negative begets negative, a simple gesture, word or expression will affect someone or something around you. This in effect, will bring them down also. Gather emotions into a positive outlook each day before you go off into the world; then.., have a good day