Fool's Gold Rush - POEM of the MONTH!

Fool’s Gold Rush
 
There once was gold in the hills
But a rush of fools in the city
Now hand out pans filled
With empty promises
As common sense
Was strip-mined
Without a claim
 
There once was reason in the halls
But a rush of fools in the city
Now hand out lull theories

"File:Life In The Streets In San Francisco (89065523).jpeg"
by Giuseppe Milo is licensed under CC BY 3.0.

On pans of relative truth
While clear rhetoric
Was strip-mined
Without a claim
 
There once was a golden state
But a rush of fools in the city
Now hand out faded paper
As a dredged people
Walk the street
Of fool’s gold
With a claim
 
There once was the land of the free
But fools rushed to the capitol city
Invaded the right to our privacy

Denied God’s offer of eternity
Handed out redefined laws
And rewritten histories
As an unarmed people
Faced a pending death
With or without gold
Stripped of a claim
Or just plain
Stripped

My Favorite Mirror - POEM of the MONTH!

My Favorite Mirror
 
In my house

There is a mirror
In every room
Even the hallway
 
And the entry
Is my favorite mirror
Before the world
Is blessed by my presence
 

Or before guests arrive
My mirror listens to me
Even while they’re here
And after they leave
 
My favorite mirror
My favorite image
My favorite indifference
My favorite judgment
 
I spied your gaze
Into my mirror
What you showed me
Was quite clear
 
In your house
Is my favorite mirror
Desilvered and cracked
By which you judge me
 
I cried at your gaze
Into my mirror
What you showed me
Was clearly ugly
 
In my house
I give you all my mirrors
And you shattered them
Into unrecognizable pieces
 
From your house
Is your favorite mirror
Blessed by your presence
Before I see the world
 
Now the one you gave me
Is my favorite mirror
The one you freely gave me
Is my favorite mirror

~

"For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known."

- 1 Corinthians 13:12

 

Nothing Left to Imagine (Epilogue)

Nothing Left to Imagine

"treasure quest" by Cornelia Kopp 
is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.

Epilogue
 

... as if to dig for buried treasure
And discover a priceless diamond,
Believe the pages without measure,
Then, there's eternity left to imagine.

~

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Train Wreck (a pantoum) - POEM of the MONTH!

 Train Wreck (a pantoum)

 
Being driven by the urge to stand still

I watched the passenger train derail
It screeched and pounded with a shrill
At iron against flesh with a wail
 
I watched the passenger train derail
My jaw dropped to the platform
At iron against flesh with a wail
Of death screaming like a thunderstorm
 
My jaw dropped to the platform
In disbelief at the destructive disarray
Of death screaming like a thunderstorm
I pounded my chest, to face it this way
 
In disbelief at the destructive disarray
I felt a surge of Divine courage
I pounded my chest to face it this way
Firm in faith against chaos and carnage
 
I felt a surge of Divine courage
It screeched and pounded with a shrill
Firm in faith against chaos and carnage

Being driven by the urge to stand still

"Train wreck" by Thundercheese is
licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0.

~
 

“Be on your guard, stand firm in the faith; be courageous; be strong.” 
- I Corinthians 16:13 

~

Also published in Synchronized Chaos, January 15, 2024.

Two Hands - POEM of the MONTH!

Two Hands

 

“But there’s not enough time”

I told my bucket list

I only have two hands

 

The minutes fill up my day

But some seem minute

When the candle is half gone

 

I wish I had more

Though I cannot make it

I can always share it

 

I only have two hands

To give to you, my dear

And that is enough time

 

 

Tomorrow Never Ends - POEM of the MONTH!

Tomorrow Never Ends 

"Anxiety" by Joana Rojas -
still here is licensed under CC BY-NC 2.0.

One day at a time

Is all the mind can manage

Because tomorrow never ends

 

One hour in time

May even be overwhelming

Especially a watched minute

 

Let the anxieties of time tick by

There will always be tomorrow

Until the last today

~

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Little Green Men - POEM of the MONTH!

Little Green Men
 
I saw two little green men
Sunk into the cracks of a cold city,
Huddled, their skin blended
With the sidewalk and building
That held the sickly one upright;
Santa passed by without notice

Artist: John Leech - (Public Domain)
Poem Inspired by "A Christmas Carol"
by Sir Charles Dickens 

As they were puffing on a jay,
Feeling higher than the rising smoke
 
Feeling lower than the snowfall
Melting down the drain pipe
 
Stranger still, if possible,
I saw two homeless men,
Nameless and faceless
Until I sat down next to them;
They looked at me quizzically
Like I was a little green man;
The moment shortened
By the warmth of a blanket
 
By the warmth of a smile
Melting the ice from our hearts

 

 ~

 

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