Poetry Where You Live Poetry and photo site with over 1,650 poems and 660 pictures, along with many links. At least 500 of my poems are faith based. Member of United Methodist Church. Statistics Unique Visitors: Total Unique Visitors: Outgoing: Total Outgoing: 0 0 24 2166

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Stories 2007-11-01 12:50:00 So many stories, many of painon the faces, in the eyes,the furtive eyes, the postures,the countenance of the peoplewaiting for their children,just outside the gateeach weekday, around the cornerNames unknown, other than Mommy,Daddy, intimate names joyously raisedby daughters, sons, with colorful namescarrying brand-new artwork,creations to shareSee their faces melt, change for a momentin the joy of a five year old’s gift, their touchBut so many stories,untold stories, in silencehidden behind their eyestheir sunken cheeks, huddled bodiesagainst the cold,against the demons they carryhere in the center of the city,the urban melting potwith stories in languageswe don’t understandhistories beyond our imagination,our dread, if we only knew the storiesbehind those eyesNovember 1, 2007 1:50pm ...

Babushka 2007-11-01 12:17:00 She was walking on the sidewalkjust around the corner from home,from her place here is the cityso much a woman of her placeher piece of history, in the old countryShe was of that greatest generationif that is what they call it in Budapest,or Warsaw, or Moskva.Scarf pulled tight against the familiar windapron tied, over the heavy dresshead down, watching her stepsthick sturdy shoes, a shuffling gaitan old worn coatLiving in the neighborhoodwithin the bubble of family and languageNovember 1, 2007 1:17pm ...

Black Velour 2007-11-01 12:10:00 He sat quietly, patiently it seemedwrapped in black velournew purchase, or at least well maintainedSitting, up on the box from his shoppingA sweat suit that never saw exercisevelour beret perched on his browcovering his thinning hairWaiting on the grassy marginof the parking lotWhat was he waiting for,where was he goingwrapped in black velouragainst the November coldNovember 1, 2007 1:09pm ...

Shafts of Light 2007-11-01 12:02:00 Faint shafts of lightfalling down from the grey, milky skyribbons of a lighter grey, almost whitecutting through the pillowed cloudslayered batting, rolled and piledfeathers of light, pushing downwardgravity heavy, straight linesoverlaying the rounded shapesthrough which they sliceFalling to earth,I know not whereshafts of light,cutting the airNovember 1, 2007 1:01pm ...

Faded Glory 2007-11-01 11:58:00 Flapping in the cold windthe grey skies, the feel of winter so soonthe flagpole out of the small househeld tightly against the blasta flag of our countrysnapping, tattered edgesfaded threads, lines in the stitchingalmost translucent nowHow long has it been a sentinelstood on watch, to honorto remind, to remembersnapping tight in the windwaving at attentionNovember 1, 2007 12:57pm ...

The Wind out my Window 2007-11-01 10:58:00 The oak tree’s leavesdidn’t stand a chanceunder the glowering gray sky todaythey were more than just rustlingthough they did seem to gettemporary reprievesoff and onThe noise of the computer, the fish tankthe sounds of the househid the sound of the windbeyond the window panebut the wind made its presence knownjust out there, in the dance of the oakthe push on the leavesfighting a losing battleto hold on to summerever as they had alreadygone fall brown and yellowNovember 1, 2007 11:57am ...

By Our Deeds 2007-11-01 10:24:00 The Spirit, inscribed on our heartsfinds shape, manifested, given lifeby our deeds. We becomein those moments of loveGod incarnate, living echoesof the Son, the Word made fleshemissaries of His service, His missionMinisters to the last, the least, the lostwherever they encounter our hands to the crossour feet on the road, the Way, walking with HimWe live out our purpose, our pathwhen the words written on our heartslive through our deedsNovember 1, 2007 11:23am2 Corinthians 3:1-3 ...

Tethered Dancer 2007-11-01 10:18:00 Her pirouettecaught, held captivespinning around the invisible cordher arms akimbo,bent up to her chinher leg, toes pointedto the groundtethered dancer,blowing in the breezewatched for a momentby this adoring fanseeing you from down belowwatching your dancein placeNovember 1, 2007 11:16ambased on the swamp maple leaf I saw caughtin a spider’s web at the back of Beech Street Schoolthis morning, while dropping off Shyanne ...

God Incarnate 2007-11-01 06:54:00 No merely the baby,every offspring, every childwith the Spirit within usGod incarnatethrough our actions,not our first birthshowing God’s lovethrough our hands, our feetHis word written on our heartsworked out in our livesshared with allNovember 1, 2007 7:53am2 Corinthians 3:1-3 ...

Incarnation 2007-11-01 06:51:00 The child in the manger,the baby in the mother’s arms,the saints all around useach a member of the familya bit of God here with usin the ancient storyin the living of our dayswe are blessed, gracedby the incarnate Godwalking with usNovember 1, 2007 7:50am2 Corinthians 3:1-3 ...

Dress up Pumpkins 2007-10-31 06:33:00 pumpkins in polar fleece, watching television, courtesy of Shyanne, 10/31/07 ...

exploding neural pathways 2007-10-29 12:19:00 random connection to long forgotten factsscraps of thoughts deep within my consciousnesstriggered by a word, a conversation,music, talk on the radio,the gust of wind this morning on the walk to schoolwith the girls, the whiff of smoke of a fall firein the fireplace, the smell of coffee, of food bakingthe feel of a bit of bark, of the wet grounds in the trasheach a means of exploding neural pathwaysof sudden burst of thought, or energyweaving together that which was hidden deep downwith the instant now, the unique moment in the presenttying something in my unconscious, to long agoto see the relationship of something todaywith some deeper meaning, awarenessgrasp of thoughtOctober 29, 2007 1:17pmI came across the text string “exploding neural pathways”randomly via Google at the site:http://toomuchinformationplease.blogspot.com/(Too Much Information !!*@!: Yes).The poem above came from my own thoughts on that phrase ...

Author of Heaven and Earth 2007-10-29 11:02:00 Not merely Creator, if that makes sense,because a creator makes something,often from other parts, pieces,puts things together in new and creative waysNo, He is the Author of Heaven and Earth,making it out of nothingness, out of His mind’s eyeout of His word, His hands, His heart, His lovethe world, the heavens, the earth,and all in, on and above itcame into existence,as an author conjures characterson the printed pagesout of nothingness,created new and wholeSo is God, the author of heaven and earthOctober 29, 2007 12:01pm ...

Their Eyes Opened 2007-10-29 05:21:00 In the same sharingof the bread,His blessing, His breakingof the bread, an epiphanya revelation that they werein the presence of, were eating withthe risen Lordon the day of His rising.With awareness, He left temin an instantOctober 28, 2007Luke 24:13-35Walk to Emmaus ...

Opening the Scriptures 2007-10-29 05:17:00 The risen Lord, walking with themopening the scriptures, explaining themclearing the mysteries, the true meaningthe fulfillment, His story foretold, the prophets,the law made flesh, the tabletsthe commandments lived outby a righteous man,a humbled servant, a shepherdmade the sacrificial lambthe Passover meal,now a breaking of His bodythe shedding of His bloodAll of the ancient texts, the prophetsinterpreted, made clearto cause hearts to burnwith awarenessOctober 28, 2007Luke 24:13-35Walk to Emmaus ...