Empty Half of the Glass - POEM of the MONTH!

Empty Half of the Glass

My glass may be half empty

On days I feel blind –

When I can see the horizon

Through the top half

Then I am full

Comments - POEM of the MONTH!

Comments
 
A work created
Sculpture

Painting
Novel
Poem
Or other art form
 
A request presented
Comments
Questions
Suggestions
Discussion
Or other forms of feedback
 
A response uncertain
Professional
Well-received
Arrogant
Personal
Or other type of reaction
 
A prepared artist
Analyzes
Adapts
Accepts
Or rejects
And considers the source
  

Midnight - Special Edition Poem

Midnight
 
There is a moment
between today
and tomorrow
when we attempt

to make sense
of the chaos; or
is it the time
between yesterday
and today? It’s not
really a question,
just sometimes –
a split second thought –
to ponder, repeatedly.
 
It is the first time
when both hands
come together. The time
when people are asleep or
celebrate a new year.
When one day spills
into another with
a spilled drink, a kiss or
slumber. When one hand
holds the other
in dreams forgotten or
nightmares shared
and creeps into tomorrow,
or is it today?
 
Is there an answer, even at
the last stroke of midnight?
Because by then,
on any given night,
most of us are asleep –
and our dreams are
too surreal, not of order.
Perhaps, there’s some clarity
in the light of midday
when our hands 

come together again.

Road to Ever Land - POEM of the MONTH!

Road to Ever Land
 
Dead to sin but shackled to veins
Whether I crawl or stand
I am alive with you
To Ever Land

With my back to the ground
And my face to the sky
I call your name
With a cry
 
When the darkness attacks
And the enemy is near
Inside the cave
Nothing clear
 
Sheep run to slaughter
From trouble in the street
By an angel of light
Full of deceit
 
With my face to the ground
And my back to the sky

I call your name
With a cry
 
Take me
I’m falling
Hold me
I’m calling
 
When shadows rise and lurk
But your renewal is near
Inside my soul
You are clear
 
When the moonlight shines
And the road is dim
You lead the way
Sunny or grim
 
When the night kisses the dawn
Your dreams touch the nigh
You call my name
With a cry
 
You conquered death
Lifted me from the sand
I am alive with you
In Ever Land

Matt Brown's Favourite Poem - Special Edition

Matt Brown’s Favourite Poem

A time, and a time again
He heard the whisper
Over the starry rooftop
Then ignored the accuser
A part of the greater family
Retreated from the façade
Part of the bride, with his       
He is here, we thank God

Image courtesy of Matt Brown

Though time divides
By space or not
Friend and brother
We never forgot 

Return to cemetry gates
But only in reminiscence
He writes of a robot toaster
With intellectual abundance
Though with frosted head
And lines read between
Wisdom written on his face
Not from the silver screen
 
A legacy for many, he lives
And departs his experience
To the next generation
Not sole, but his soul audience
Blinded by faith and sight
With and without doubts
His steps stay the course
Stand firm! The rock shouts
 
Though time divides
By space or not
Friend and brother
We never forgot
 
The greater family, our names
Written in the book of Eternity
The survivor has more to write
Until that day of immortality

~

(Inspired by the title, not the content, of "Marlene Dietrich's Favourite Poem" by Peter Murphy.)

Tomatoes - a short story

Tomatoes

"Tomato debris on the church building."
by Mr. Muddy Suitman is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0.

There once was a church with some believers who disagreed with others on a specific topic. Sometimes the disagreement escalated into shouting, other times into gossip and even insults. They all believed that Jesus is the Vine, and the believers are the branches. But soon they allowed their disagreement to divide. So, some attended the new “Church of Tomatoes Are Fruit,” and some attended “Tomatoes Are a Vegetable Church,” while several others were so disenfranchised they no longer attended church nor ate tomatoes. One day, when no one was looking, many of them got tomatoes in their eyes when Jesus returned. 

Spirit - POEM of the MONTH!

Spirit
 
My mind struggles
To visit my soul;
My soul is distraught
By my rebellious spirit
 

My spirit craves

For my mind to understand;

My mind reaches out

But cannot fill my spirit

 

"The Clearing Mist" by 
Richard Walker Photography 
is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.

My soul is empty

Without the Spirit;

The Spirit satisfies

My mind and soul