Category: Poetry

My Favorite Collected Wise/Inspirational Sayings (from Other People)

Some words just have a magical quality. “To sell your soul is the easiest thing in the world. That’s what everybody does every hour of his life. If I asked you to keep your soul – would you understand why that’s much harder?” (from The Fountainhead, by Ayn Rand)  Don’t words like those just hit you […]

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Opening Words for Open Air: A Poem for Listening

Listen Something is beginning Something is finding its voice Words not heard in open air Listen   Hear it The sacred broken dam The shaky-voiced flood The torrent and rushwater truth Hear it   Silence Your thoughts can wait A labor has begun Be midwife to a man’s first words Silence   Listen To lend ear is a duty […]

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Rage Against the Dying of the Year*

Not another year Not a fate of shame Another cycle of human days Should not end with a smaller ambition   Not another year The coming end carries word That all that is undone before me Can yet see mighty work   Not another year With goals beyond my nerve Not another trip around a […]

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Driving to Work

Hope rises next to fear Coffee and cortisol mix in the veins of a thousand doubtful warriors Leaving comfort for fresh new chaos   The city skyline beckons Age and experience next to youth in the same line Lines of cars cutting through fog   Light pushes through A fire builds from the kindling of a thousand minds Catching […]

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Putting the Psalms to Music: My Favorite King David Cover Bands

The Psalms are some of the world’s oldest and most universally-known pieces of poetry. There’s never a time when you won’t scream out in pain or shout out in joy in ways that can’t be expressed in the Psalms. They are fully human in a way that most religious writing isn’t. Even when I’m sick […]

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Snow on a Southern City: a Poem

Chilly skies shed frozen coats On waiting world below A fallen burden glorifies New-sparkling southern hills   The city’s rhythm starts anew A fresh cast on the ground And men’s hearts feel cheer to enter in To snowy Sabbath rest   A visit to us from the north A traveler welcome here For snows that come […]

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Memories Keep: a Poem About Nostalgia

Memories keep Like my grandfather’s jacket Country music  And movies with my father   Memories keep Like a blade keeps its edge The beaten blows And the crucible flame   Memories keep The bulwark against struggle A past reminder Of a present, future, vision hoped   Memories keep No life in the dim past But canvas’s breath […]

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The Riverlord’s Passing

Moss-hung oaks lift ancient heads To greet his passing bier Herons bow their graceful necks And farewell liege-lord dear   No noise of gulls in salty air And otters kneel ashore Marsh grass parts to make the way For gloried, aged riverlord   Their fathers’ fathers sang his reign The young lord tall and strong He raised his flag and house and hold To […]

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The Drive Home | A Poem for the Friday Night Shift

The friendly light of tired streets Guides late-night worker home Past laughing couples walking through The end of week’s festival hum   No drinks raised, no smiling friends Greeted him this night Insisting, purpose kept him on To spend Promethean light   An empty office, a used-up mind This drive brings clearest thought That all the joy […]

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The Shards in the Path

Each day I walk the leaf-lined trail Of a bright green park in a shady vale But broken glass strews in my path   Each shard I gather as I pass And despair each day that broken glass Should still infest my garden path   Carefree youth’s bare feet in mind Stops me for the gathering time I meet each day on […]

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The Redemption of Gunpowder

Same flares gave light to summer soldiers Hopeless brothers, sons, and friends Lit skulls and sharp wire, countless fields Last sights for shell-shocked, gored young men   Same flares give light to rooftop youth Young men on dunes and dancing piers High paper shells scream in July night Through burning hues come hope, not fear   A guard of future, forgotten youth Our summer crowd could hardly seem But from one […]

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