Category: Poetry

Here now, but now there.
There and here and over there.
Then here, now here.
Then there, then here.

How are you then?
How did you get here now
When you were there now?
You are here and there then.

I am you and you are me.
We are me and we are you.
You are us.
I am us.

You are them.
They are you.
I am them.
They are me.

God is there now and then.
God is here and there now.
God is here and there then.
God is here now and then.

Who is God?
We are all part of God.
And God is all of us.
God is me and God is you.

But you are not God,
And I am not God.
God is us, but we are not him.
God is everything and everyone.

Oh, great and powerful
Bottle of bleach,
What reverence you instill
In the youngest of clothes washers!

Your sanctifying power
To clean the most soiled of garments,
Is unsurpassed by all other
Household substances.

Your glorious odor
Penetrates the strongest of nostrils.
It overwhelms
The smelliest of stains.

One drip of you in sink water
Can wash the nastiest of dishes.
Oh how I dread the thought
Of being a speck of dirt in your path!

I am loyal to you to the death.
I will never dream
Of doing laundry without you.
You are my salvation!

Thank you, bottle of bleach,
For your dedication to your task.
Your conviction and perseverance
Will follow me all the days of my life.

Oh, you magnificent treasure,
You ark of the covenant of appetite,
You holy well of sustenance and
Source of glutinous lust for cheap thrills!

Oh, to be you for only one day!
To feel the warm hands, full of reverence and preserving of sanctity,
Ushering me into a special place,

A rendezvous with my beloved,
Where I am caressed and kissed,
Licked to the bone with the sweetest
Of saliva, dripping from my lover’s tongue!

To be an object of craving,
To instill the peaks of excitement,
With my adoring supplicants
Yearning to the extreme for my presence!

To be worshipped with the most
Disgraceful of idolatry,
Stirring in the soul a passion
That provokes the most magnificent

Of athletic displays,
Searching in vain,
But with the hope of last hopes,
To woo, to seduce, to conquer.

Only you are worthy to be
The beautiful, perfectly round,
Sturdy and strong,
The most intimate of fellows.

Oh you, oh wonder,
Oh, cat bowl!

One day I was sitting in my car
At a stop light, and I noticed
That each and every person
On the face of the earth,

From the beginning of time,
Is unique.
We don’t look the same,
Or if we do,

We don’t talk the same,
Or if we do,
We don’t act the same,
Or if we do,

We don’t think the same.
Now, I realize that’s all debatable,
And, of course,
Subject to scientific study,

But don’t you think
It’s pretty amazing
How many different kinds
If people there are

On this earth?
I think it’s very cool.
Can that be an accident?
And, better yet,

Out of all those different people,
Isn’t it cool how, deep down,
We’re all pretty much the same?
I think it is very cool.

Jumping in, I hesitate,
Rocking back and forth,
On the edge of a cliff.
Finally, I leap!

Crashing to the bottom,
I hit with a thud,
Rolling over to a stop.
Carefully, I push myself up

Onto my hands and knees,
Feeling that my ankle
May be sprained.
“My luck,” I mutter to myself.

If only I had thought
To pack a parachute!
Jumping into the Grand Canyon
Can be a challenge sometimes.

I worry so much
If anyone cares.
I wonder if anyone
Will understand.

Will they appreciate me?
Do I really have talent,
Or am I fooling myself?
Such are the concerns

Of a wanna-be poet
Like me.

Jumping in, I hesitate,
Rocking back and forth,
On the edge of a cliff.
Finally, I leap!

Crashing to the bottom,
I hit with a thud,
Rolling over to a stop.
Carefully, I push myself up

Onto my hands and knees,
Feeling that my ankle
May be sprained.
“My luck,” I mutter to myself.

If only I had thought
To pack a parachute!
Jumping into the Grand Canyon
Can be a challenge sometimes.

I worry so much
If anyone cares.
I wonder if anyone
Will understand.

Will they appreciate me?
Do I really have talent,
Or am I fooling myself?
Such are the concerns

Of a wanna-be poet
Like me.

Crying down inside a cave.

Trying not to be a slave.

Striving hard for what you gave.

Feeling like I am a knave.

 

Wonder who will come for me.

What is now possibility?

How will he or she set me free?

Am I banished from endless glee?

 

So what do you care? You ask me now.

Why display a wrinkled brow?

I wonder why, I wonder how

You will perform and take a bow.

 

What is the future of a man,

A man who strives to make a plan?

Are you sinking in the sand?

I will help you, if I can.

 

So, come with me, happily.

Listen to my tales and see

What you learn about me.

A surprise, but not completely.

 

Is it possible
That God never stops
Offering his love
To all of us?

Not just the chosen few,
But each and every person
On the face of the earth,
From the beginning of time

To the end of time?
Does God continue
To give and give
Until we give in?

Does God never
Take “No” for an answer,
Because he knows
What is really good for us?

Does he know
That down deep,
We all want his love,
We all want to be with him,

No matter what
We think or say
About him?
After all,

If we choose
To reject God,
And God gives up on us,
Wouldn’t that mean

That the enemy
Has won that battle?
Is our God so small
That he would permit

Most of his children
To spend eternity
Burning in hell?
Wouldn’t it seem,

If that happens,
That Jesus’ death
Was in vain?
In the end,

Does the most
Powerful being
In the entire universe
Get defeated

By his own creation?
After all,
Does God lose,
Or is God bigger than that?

Does Love win?

I can really relate to this poem…

Grace is now.
God is here.
He wants you to join him,
To bring heaven to earth.

To end the fighting,
And establish peace.
To end the taking,
And give to all according to their need.

To turn the swords and spears
Into plowshares and pruning hooks.
To cultivate God’s creation,
To sit down to a heavenly banquet.

To celebrate, to have fun.
Play frisbee in a park,
Or bask in the sun at the beach
Without ever getting burned.

To watch football games
Played according to the rules,
With nobody arguing, or
Getting their panties in a wad.

Swimming in a crystal blue ocean,
Pure and clean, with no pollution.
Always recycling everything.
There will be no waste.

Only eating just enough.
Never binging. No food poisoning.
Everything will be fresh,
And full of flavor.

We will see all our friends
And all of our family,
Every generation back
To the beginning of time.

They will all be there,
Comfortable, peaceful,
Without a hint of suffering.
And no pain.

Everyone will get along.
We will all have each other’s
Best interest at heart.
Life will be good.

Very good.