Articles of Faith

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Poesy plus Polemics

"Power of Faith" Painting by Leonid Abremov From “Power of Faith”
Painting by Leonid Abremov

speak not of beliefs
human words
are but fire
the flames giving
voice to chimera
true testament
stands upon deeds
all the evident essence
of what one believes
found in how one
behaves among
conscience or crowds
books may teach
the mechanics of
doctrine but man
woman child each
and all create creed
every life a complete
definition of faith

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Tick, tock, watch the clock,

Wonder how I had that thought.

Getting up is such a chore

When your feet won’t touch the floor.

I don’t know what I thought

When I set the clock for nought.

Crazy, seems, to get out

Of these comfy covers, now.

Do you blame me, even so,

For being tired and moving slow?

I’ll be up, soon as I

Catch a little more shut-eye.

Does God Hate Me?

Before I pray, I want to know:

Will God hurt me?

Will he betray me?

What if he gets mad at me

Like he did to some people

In the Bible?

What if the bad things

About God in the Bible are true?

What if the good things

Are not true?

What if God rejects me?

What if he tells me

To kill someone?

What if he tells me

To leave my family and friends?

There are scary things

About God that worry me.

There are scary things

About love that worry me.

To fully trust someone

Is to put your life

In their hands,

No holding back.

Is God worthy

Of my trust?

Someone as powerful

As God is scary to me.

Just think

Of what he could do to me

If he hates me.

Does God hate me?


Unknown scary times blood

Pain loneliness risk sacrifice

Clouds blocking views of spirit

Wisdom lies truth hidden haze

Mystery paradox brokenness

Willful must persevere pushing

Finding truth twists turns holes

Caves water washes all light

Movement vision climbing out

Relationship love giving faith

Connection cooperation trust

Sharing family friends support

Betrayal loss gifts rejection hard

Callous abyss hell separation 

Alone abandoned suffering bed

Home reunion past memories

Confusion haunting ghosts real

Power beloved life freedom

Journey meeting meal being


Looking up down upside loud

Real stop like pop rock aim

Leak bend tangle making undo

Ameliorate rift seeping mid

Ralf rewind accurate tipsy tube

Feet flounder value kite mike

Rouse laugh morbid angel peek

Lewd prevent stupid moves stew

Pee-yew dude mark Mack tackle

Type hike might lite pipe stipe

Veer mere mirror zebra bath tick

Rickety spite wack allow mighty

Playing the Fool

Trying to keep my mouth shut

As fools parade around me.

Are they stupid, or

Am I just too proud?

Could it be the log in my own eye

That has to go first,

Before I take the speck

Out of my brother or sister’s?

Perhaps, it is just me,

With blocked and swollen vision,

Struggling to make my way

Through this fallen world,

Seeing ghosts and goblins

Where there are none.

Yes, I am in need of healing,

Perhaps more than any.

I will think twice

Before playing the fool.

My Love (A Sonnet)

My love is like a budding rose.

She’s such a pretty little thing.

I like to look down at her toes.

Or gaze upon her goofy grin.

We’re quite a team together, see.

We always have a lovely time.

I’ll tell you, confidentially.

Sometimes she helps me make a rhyme.

If I could do it all again,

I would not choose another one.

She is my lover and my friend.

A special kind of true woman.

It is as plain to me as that.

To her, I have to tip my hat.

A Sorry Excuse for a Sonnet

I want to write a song.

I don’t know what to say.

I hope it’s not too long.

I’m getting tired so today.

What would you like to hear?

Should it be something that rhymes?

Or should it be about my dear?

We don’t have interesting lives.

I might try hard to tell a story.

I might fail miserably, though.

Perhaps I’ll tell of fame and glory.

That just would be a lie, I know.

I’m not exciting as some men.

I rest my case, so say amen.

Gone Too Soon

Connecting the dots

Is hard sometimes

With those who are

No longer with us.

What would he have said

At that special time?

How would he have felt

When that happened?

I would like to ask him

For his advice.

I would like to hear him

Say something funny.

I wish he could have been

With me in the hard times.

I wish I could have been

With him in his.

I would have liked to say

How much he meant to me.

I wish I could have told him,

“Please, don’t go.”

If only things were different,

Tragedy didn’t happen,

Those who are gone too soon

Would know how special they are.

My wishes don’t change

Reality, I’m afraid,

But maybe he can hear me

Calling his name.