Jesus and Me (A Christmas poem)

Silver lights all aglow
In window sills and bows
Decorations through the trees
The three Wisemen praying on their knees

Before a manger on the lawn
In front of homes lit up till dawn
And here I am just waiting to see

What Christmas time bring this year
Will it be full of cheer
Will I wake up in a bed
With the one I love so dear
Will I sing amazing grace?
With a smile upon my face
Or will it be just Jesus and me?

Decorations of blue, red, and green
The prettiest lights you’ve ever seen
Adorning homes so warm and bright
On these cold December nights
Children sleeping in their beds
Sugar plums dancing in their heads
And here I am just waiting to see.

What will Christmas time bring this year
Will it be wonderful, my dear
Will the world be at peace
Will there be joy, and enough to eat
Will someone pray, will someone sing?
Peace on earth for every human being?

Or will it be, just Jesus and me?

Here I stand in my bare feet!
With barely enough to eat!

Will it be just Jesus and me?

 

My mother taught me a song when I was a young kid called, Pretty Paper, written and performed by Willie Nelson.  And every year, I listen to it. And every year, it reminds me that there are those who are less fortunate than I am .

It’s easy to get caught up in the craziness of the world. It’s easy to get isolated into your own myriad problems and get tunnel vision over things like the Holidays. And sometimes, even though this is supposed to be a joyous time for people, we can kind of get the blues.  Sometimes we can’t afford to give the best gifts. Sometimes we can’t afford to get very much at all.  But if you can read this, if you have access to something that allows you to read this, then perhaps we can take a moment and be thankful for what we do have.

A warm bed.

A roof over our heads.

Food in our bellies.

Maybe you’re being pulled in different directions and your frazzled. Or maybe like that Carrie Underwood song goes, “It’s been a long hard year.” And maybe this year Christmas isn’t as sweet as it’s been in times passed. But maybe we can take a moment, and stop, and consider what we do have. And be thankful for it.  And maybe we can remember that this holiday is one of giving.

But wherever you are and however you feel. Remember, you are not alone.

Down by the riverside (poem)

When time is tender
And the moon is full
Lay me down in a bed of grass
Down by the riverside

As the water is cool with the rush
And the clay baked warm from the suns touch
Let’s meet at the edge together
By the riverside, down by the riverside

You touch me here, I’ll touch you there
Let our clothes spill everywhere
Till were naked in the air
Down by the riverside

We won’t need no blanket for warmth
No pillow to hold our heads
Our arms will cradle us both
And the grass’ll be our beds
On the riverside, down by the riverside

With age old motion

you’ll belong to me like the river belongs to the ocean

our hearts sated by sweet emotion

spent, and weary we’ll sleep there

on the riverside, down by the riverside

And the night will give way to the day
After witnessing the love we made
Two hearts naked and unafraid
Down by the riverside.

Slip Away Memory (Poem)

 

 

Slip away
Faint music
In my mind
Tinkle tattle toiling there
Stirring memories like dust
Perfumed
Reminiscent
Dancing in the golden shafts of consciousness

Shhhh
Can you hear it playing
Like a giggle from another when
A moan of pleasure from a long dead love
Dancing upon the wind
Above the furniture’s dust cover

Let me dance!
In my private memory
Singing along with the entombed tune
Naked, remembering
My feet bare on hardwood floors of my mind

Won’t you stay a little longer
Phantom stray bit of yesterday
Dance with me! Sing with me
Haunt me the way you used to
Stray bit of music
Slipping away….

Listen to the song he sings…(Poem)

Don’t listen to the words of man
listen to the song he sings
above his head, from in his heart
listen to the gentle breeze

thump..
thump…

sunlight drifts between the leaves
dappled rays of golden light
darkness comes a shivering wind
leaving mans soul a wandering blight

thump…

Listen above the rising din
above the static charge
listen above the rumbling thunder
above the river run red with blood
dancing there among the stars

A song so sweet that heaven bends
its ear toward the earth
to hear the beating in his ribs
the muscle of his heart

thump…
thump..
thump..

Its constant as chaos rises
when chaos dances without a cause
thump, thump, thump it goes
nary a second in a pause

In that beat is the truth
far truer than any creed or belief
that life is better yet lived
free from bitter grief

Man has the answer cast in flesh
the air within his lungs
his soul cast into his mortal frame
truer now than when life begun

Don’t listen to the words of man
listen only to the song he sings
deep inside the cage of bone
this constant steady thing

thump….
thump…
thump….

hear that?
its life

Its truth…

 

Winter- the Fourth Sister (Poem)

Make way!
Make way!
Autumn is leaving, the fourth sister she draweth nigh!
gone are the harvest days of farmers and plow
as thundersnow arcs across the sky.

Winter, my dear, is here once again
freezing naked glass in window pane
wooden doors bow out, and fir trees begin to bend
from the remnants of autumn’s rain

Astride the back of a century’s old stag
both white from ages long gone
white hands grasp the reigns, the beast carries his charge
as the fourth sister sings a wintertide song

“Come Artic wind! Come here, once again!
freeze the day and turn it to night
turn the lakes to stone
the world the color of bone
with the power of your celestial might!”

And the wind doth obey, the skies steel grey
the way a peasant would obey a queen
for as she sits astride her eighteen point mount
she wears a ice cycle crown for the world to see

And this is the way it’ll be until May,
till the wildest of the sisters arrive
bringing warmth from the south
the sisters will battle it out
above the ground far up in the sky

But for now the world sleeps
in dreams so deep, lulled there
by the weight and warmth of snow
the sun’s long gone
the nights grow long
set ablaze by the moon’s silver glow

Here she will reign, until February’s gone
till her grasp weakens and and let’s go
but for now she’s here, heed her power my dear
I would hate for you to get lost in the snow.

Dear God ( a prayer for today)

Of all the things I can pray for
Besides peace and the end to war
Is that I may be a light in the dark
In that pure place where we go
To greet the day, a friend, or lover
With gentle voice and healing hands
To show mercy when there is hurt
And show love to my fellow man

I pray for those in peril
As they cross that refugee mile
For those who receive them and take them in
I pray that neither will tire.

I pray for those who raise their fist
Isis, isil, and I.S that you show them wisdom of all the ages
That life doesn’t need to be lived like this

I pray for France and for Lebanon
For Palestine and Israel
That brothers Muslim and Jew
Can know peace for themselves as well

I pray for my soul and my country
That there can be a healing here today
So that our family can come to the table together
To feast and laugh and pray

Of all the things I can pray for
From moonlight to rising sun
I must acknowledge my helpless soul
And say My Lord, Thy will be done.

Vive La France! (A Poem)

Paris
City of light, city of love
Fairest art thou in the spring
Shadows shuttled cowardice to your doorstep tonight
Yet through unknown terror Parisians started to sing

Your anthem so rousing and noble
Proudly heard throughout the shock, stilled world
Your character shone strong in your voices
Triumphant even as horror unfurled

You brought to a fledgling nation, salvation
Taught us what it meant to stay true to true things
Every night your children march proudly
Through the streets the revolutions still sings

Vive La France! we shout right beside you
Je suis Parisienne! Here we are!
Long live our mighty sister to our East
A democratic independent bright star!

Tonight we are all gallant Frenchmen
Marching onward ever upward to eternity
Singing songs about joyous revolution
Equality, Fraternity, and sweet Liberty!!!

Vive la France!

There is a comfort I take in France’s history. That is one nation that you don’t mess with. France, during good times and bad, has always been formidable. The French hold liberty, and fraternity, and equality very close to their hearts.
She came to us in our hour of need when we were emerging as a fledgling nation. She delivered to us a symbol of freedom in the Statue of Liberty – a gift that now resides in our New York Harbor.
She’s known good times and bad, but she is one hell of a nation and tonight I think I speak for most Americans when I say, God Bless you.

Husband (We are the body erotic)

Tangled sheets and tousled hair
At three a.m you murmur
Updates for me in your dreams about work and the life that you live when you go there
But what really gets me
Is when you’re awake you need
And that need gets me higher and higher

See, my husband I exist to feed you
All the things you desire and need to
Make our lives much sweeter on this bayou
This life’s deep river
With lips so tender
I plan to keep doing good by you

My lover, my friend, my beginning my end
I can’t quite find me anymore
Because when you are in me
You’re always in me
When our clothes lay strewn on the floor

Or when we’re out on the town
With the windows rolled down
And the sunlight streaming inside
You’re still in me, the very breath that I breath
And without it I would surely die

We are the body erotic, burnt
Eros and gentle platonic I can’t see with my eyes anymore
Our love is great love
Sent from above, have mercy
Lord, what would I do without it?