Paper Hearts

Paper hearts
Hung by a string
Torn apart
Ripped and dangling

Beautiful banner battered
Fluttering and tattered
Hearts on display
Like it’s Valentine’s Day

Easily broken
Not unlike mine
Crumpled words spoken
Clinging to the vine

See you around
I’ll be here on the ground
Picking up the scraps
And pulling bootstraps

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Jesus was table-flipping mad.

if we are to prepare a space for the living God (holy spirit), then we shall have to turn the tables as Jesus did in the temple. when he saw the mess and corruption, he didn’t go find a bucket of suds or the latest swiffer mop, he went radical, he went nuclear. we are the temple. our bodies and minds are compared to the temple. more accurately, we are the tabernacle (worship tent). the portable home for God to dwell. Jesus didn’t neatly put everything away: sort, keep, donate, trash. he violently flipped the tables aside and cleared the space for God to come in. he showed them the error of their thinking immediately and required a change. stop tidying up and start flipping out!

This is Evil

peacepeAce
does not feaR men or guns.

time will have its perFect results of heaven.
our God will not abIde craven idolatry:
murderous sacrifice oF our innocent children,
worship of weapons insTead of His power on high,
grEed,
thEft,
a complete abadonmeNt of morals or wisdom.
keep your thoughtS and prayers alive

with actionS of this body
stalk and storm Halls of justice
with your powerful autOmatic voices of reason
attack vaUlts of law
where this Love of guns
is stored and protecteD by evil money and favor

oust and roust, Bust virtue out
kill the silencE of idling hands

demand safer lives wIth cautious liberty.
turn over the tables of destiny by eLecting those who should die for you
rather than kiLl in your names.
in thE name
of God,
peAce
should never be down the dark barreL of a privately-purchased democracy.


AR-FIFTEENS SHOULD BE ILLEGAL.

This is an acrostic poem, aligned in the center.
The center column has an equal number of letters on either side in each line.
The power in this country rests in the hands of those with guns and money.
It should rest on the peaceful people.


If you need a gun to protect what you have?
You don’t have what you need.


AR-15s should not be made legally available to murder 15 yos.


Every gun ever made was forged to kill a being.
Every gun ever made has or will kill a living thing. Or multiple living things.
Guns were made for no other purpose.
Only man could make killing so easy.
Karma will call and collect her damages.

Rambling Mutters or Bad Poetry

Brains on the wall
Heart on the floor
Sputters in a stall
Grace out the door

Nerves on a knife
Feelings on a wire
At large in life
Fingers on fire

Stumbling through
Poisoned issue
Crumbling view
Rotting tissue

Leaving trees
Melting ice
War in the streets
Political heist

Death and destruction
Bitter blood boiling
Constant insurrection
Clockwork uncoiling

The world is hard
Change is real
Everyone is scarred
If there’s something to heal

The world seems dark
Impossible in scope
But it only takes a spark
To light a forest of hope


I’m not depressed! Don’t worry! lol Sometimes, I just like words together that were never together before. 🙂 Sometimes, that’s all it is.

When We

When they hate
We shall love

When they argue
We shall listen

When they act
We shall pray (and protest)

When they injure
We shall heal the whole world

When they kill
We shall inherit heaven

“When they go low,
We go high.”


They may torture my body, break my bones, even kill me.
Then they will have my dead body, but not my obedience.–Mahatma Gandhi

no words

sometimes
there are no words
for how you make me feel
just an intense reaction to
something immensely real

you could call it love
but what does that even mean?
love
isn’t
real
unless actions make it seem

if you walked to
the end of the earth
i would somehow follow
if you fed me hope and grace
i would wholly swallow

i don’t know how
without words
you make me whole,
holy, innocent, new
like a bird sitting atop the world
perched on God’s-eye view

you’ve cared for others
but never a heart like
*this*
i won’t ever leave you
these lips you can’t unkiss

we’re an idea you can’t unthink
a wreck you can’t unsink
a tonic you can’t undrink
a mark you can’t unink

i wait for your winged heart
to wind and fly its way to mine
to find its home
(no longer alone)
to forever rest and finally shine

yes, we can.

no one has to do it all
we can share the work
you don’t have to walk so tall
especially when it hurts

submit to being led
when everything comes to a crawl
let me be your feather bed
when you need a place to fall

it’s not possible to always be strong
one day you’ll skip and stumble
feeling weak is not wrong
just don’t forget to be humble

no one’s ever flawless
everyone makes mistakes
somewhere deep in this solace
is the place our heart awakes

give grace and be open to receive
simple premise that promises perfection
dare hope and we shall believe
let this be our invocation

10-word poems

I saw a prompt today on Facebook in a writing group. 10-word poems. Feel free to leave one in the comments!


All I ever wanted was everything.
Turns out,
It’s you.


Warm room.
Foggy windows.
Red cheeks.
Big sweater.
Tired.
Loved.


Children playing with Christmas toys.
Knee-deep in shredded wrapping joys.

(Is knee-deep one word?? LOL)


Ten-word poems are tricky
When you don’t fully understand hyphens.


Please leave me a 10-word poem!! 😀 It’s fun. Write something today!

Thanks!

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