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 40 2013

Articles from Poetry Where You Live

Putty in His Hands 2007-09-09 15:12:00 They were like puttyIn his hands, transfixedWatching intently,The movement of his hands,Manipulating, molding, changing,Rechanging the shapeThe modeling clay in his handsTelling the story of God’s loveThe patient potter, forgiving,Renewing, reclaiming, reshapingEach of us, never hardening the formsIn permanent shapesHoping, offering, waitingFor the vessel to take final shapePleasing to the potterSeptember 9, 2007 16:12Based on Jeremiah 18:1-11 andthe children’s sermonby the Reverend Peter Hey,Wesley United Methodist Church,Concord, NH 09/09/07 ...

Silly 2007-09-09 14:55:00 Sometimes I’m just plain silly, Just like a big willy-nilly, I have foolish styles, And I have silly smiles, And sometimes I’ll shake out my sillies.Poem by Erica Berberena, 9/9/07 ...

Love that puppy 2007-09-09 14:54:00 Love that puppy, Like a puppy loves to play, I said love that puppy, Like a puppy loves to play, Love to call her in the morning Love to call her “Hey there, May.” Poem by Erica Berberena, 9/9/07 ...

A Thud and a Squish 2007-09-09 13:42:00 The pastor had them enthralled,And us too, describing theShaping of each of us,Using the words of the prophetAnd more visceral, more childish languageTo inform the congregationOf the love, the constant loveOf the potter for each creation,For the loving correction, the lovingRestarting of the vessel,The renewing of the malleable clayInto something useful, wonderfulBeautiful to the potter.September 9, 2007Based on Jeremiah 18:1-11 andthe sermon, “The Potter and the Clay”,by the Reverend Peter Hey,Wesley United Methodist Church,Concord, NH 09/09/07 ...

A Wet Lump of Clay 2007-09-09 13:30:00 Clay, the stuff of the potter,Kept wet throughout,To be molded, shaped,Starting over, again and again,By the potter’s handsUntil it is finished,The die never cast,The final curtainwaiting until the endAble to be shaped and reshaped,Pliable and compliantTo the endSeptember 9, 2007Jeremiah 18:1-11, Psalm 139 ...

A Day in Court 2007-09-08 18:24:00 A certain air of peaceWashed over themFor a moment at leastThey had had theirDay in court,A chance to say their pieceTo make their arguments,To say what they would,Even knowing the flaws,The admissions on cross-examinationThey were happy, settledBecause they were heard.September 7, 2007 21:35 ...

Going to School 2007-09-08 18:17:00 Painful steps, unfathomable, perhapsTo walk through those doorsInto a familiar foreign placeA necessary evil, or is itStruggling for year on yearTreading water, grade equivalencyAll about the action of the child,Not the failing of the system,Institutional efforts, living withinInside the bubble, the walls,The familiar walls, the corridorsWe all walk throughSo foreign, so hostile,So oppressive to them;Different, not by their choice.September 7, 2007 20:45 ...

Out the Back Window 2007-09-08 18:16:00 Looking out, over the sink of dishesOut onto the alley, the storiesWalking by my viewWondering who the people are,The man in the worn jeans walking purposelyThe car with the booming bass, the boy on the bikeThe neighbor walking the pit bull,Straining on the leash.Different cultures reflected,A microcosm, melting potJust beyond the cars, in the alleyOut the back window.September 7, 2007 22:13 ...

Spoken Word 2007-09-08 18:12:00 The words on the pages,The assigned wordsFor the day, often, all too often,Speak to you, to me,Answer to pray, speak to, lift weightsFrom heavy loadsWe each carry.Comfort in the realization,In the awarenessThat the words before usAdd assurance, balm, salve to woundsHope and promise for the daySeptember 7, 2007 22:01 ...

Hills of Heather 2007-09-08 18:07:00 A long way from home,My own home,Back in the Highlands,Once walked by my kinBefore they came to this place.Returning, heading outFrom the cities,Out into the HighlandsHills, shades of rust,Of plumb, of heatherIn full flower. Heather, thatSet Burns’ pen to writing,Like the thistle, a part of me,Echoing in my sight,My historySeptember 7, 2007 22:27 ...

A Field of Blue 2007-09-08 18:03:00 As far as the eye could seeA subtle blue hueOverwhelming the brown,And the dark greenFields and fieldsOf wild blueberriesRipe, ready for the harvestFor the hands, the backs, the sweatOf the migrant pickersAn ultimate example of pieceworkA denim blue before the light blueOf the August skySeptember 7, 2007 22:23Our mission trip, August 5 to 11, 2007from Wesley United Methodist Church,Concord, NH and from First United Methodist Church,Hudson, MA to Jacksonville and Machias, MEto the Down East Maine Mission,Jacksonville United Methodist Campground,East Machias, ME ...

Salamanders in the Bark 2007-09-08 17:57:00 Mulch, beside the houseBy the foundation, under the wet,Decaying broad oak leavesRenewing the soil, as they doIn the wood beyond the yardThere among the brown chips,,The flaky leaves, becoming dust,The dirt with the courses of worms,Wet, orange salamandersHiding amid the humus, the barkA marvel largely undiscovered,But for the rakingOf the leaves from the civilized placeCarved out of the woods.September 7, 2007 22:35 ...

Ex Parte 2007-09-08 17:40:00 Sitting, far from stillIn the hall, waiting,Waiting for wordFrom the courtWould my emergency reliefBe granted today, while I waitWhile the client waitsWith me, to hear.Small talk, deep talk,Of the case, of lidfeOf fiat, of fees,Of the parking meter,The need for another cigarette,Something to do, to fillThe beating of the clock.Would our facts be enoughTo change the orders,To protect them?Waiting, not knowing,Even assented, becauseIt is the Master’s,The Judge’s call. Ex parte.September 7, 2007 20:36 ...

An Earthenware Jar 2007-09-08 10:41:00 The potter shapes the clayeach one a precious creatureunique and set apartknown from beforeforming from within the earthup from the living groundfired by life, the quickeningof each breathcolored by experience,perhaps chipped by sin,patched cracks by yourloving, saving graceBroken vessel at the endreleasing the spiritheld withinthe earthenware jarSeptember 7, 2007 21:28Jeremiah 18:1-11, Psalm 139 ...

A Ten to One Heart Attack 2007-09-08 10:25:00 A long dayat least in the officeA quick search for the box scorea happy revelationthe good guys were leadingby ten to one in the fifthOh, what a great chanceto root, root for the home teamto unwind to the soundsof bats and banter.But the game went on and onbecause ten to onebecame ten to nineand ended thirteen to tenfour long, stressful innings later.Nice job guys,you took my mind offthe pile of court cases,back up on the desk.September 7, 2007 21:20 ...