Prayer of Tired Feet
Nov. 23, 2009
Oh Lord when I face mine enemies,
To You I beseech for strength,
When courage escapes me,
In You I seek refuge.
When I run out of breath,
Give me air so I can run towards them.
When I want to quit,
Drag me to finish my race.
I will not run in shame,
For with You I’ll face them without fear.
When my arms begin to waver, when my stomach begin to lurch,
When my legs beg for mercy, and the road seem so long.
This is when I smile because I know You are with me,
And I run with You with every step, forever and ever.
(Through you Son's name) Amen.
Friday, October 8, 2010
On Cold Nights and Early Mornings
For winter and sleepless nights, to you.
On Cold Nights and Early Mornings
Nov 16, 2009
On bitter cold of the dark I fumble to sleep,
I dream of fire raging deep,
Of copper beds and burning wood’s crackling heaps,
Of warm embraces and the love goddess’ heat.
On the small moments of the morning when I lay,
For serenity to longing I do pray.
Of sleep’s relief till morrow’s stay,
Of sweet caresses and Orpheus’ plays.
Shut my eyes, shut my eyes.
O lord of sleep hear my demise.
Give me sanctuary from my lies,
Refuge in dreams from darkened skies.
On Cold Nights and Early Mornings
Nov 16, 2009
On bitter cold of the dark I fumble to sleep,
I dream of fire raging deep,
Of copper beds and burning wood’s crackling heaps,
Of warm embraces and the love goddess’ heat.
On the small moments of the morning when I lay,
For serenity to longing I do pray.
Of sleep’s relief till morrow’s stay,
Of sweet caresses and Orpheus’ plays.
Shut my eyes, shut my eyes.
O lord of sleep hear my demise.
Give me sanctuary from my lies,
Refuge in dreams from darkened skies.
Running On Cold Days
Running On Cold Days
Nov. 13, 2009
Cold fingers, runny nose,
Panting hard, blistered toes.
Dried leaves, crunchy pace,
Wind breeze, joy in my face.
Dusty trails, dirt on shoes,
Cloudy skies, darkened hues.
A passion given, a love evoked,
Simple happiness unprovoked.
Nov. 13, 2009
Cold fingers, runny nose,
Panting hard, blistered toes.
Dried leaves, crunchy pace,
Wind breeze, joy in my face.
Dusty trails, dirt on shoes,
Cloudy skies, darkened hues.
A passion given, a love evoked,
Simple happiness unprovoked.
My Isolde (or Ode to Things I Cannot Have)
My Isolde or Ode to Things I Cannot Have
Nov. 11, 2009
Beardley's Isolde
If today’s light has a meaning,
It’d be you that sweeten the morning,
That moistens the leaves glowin’,
And rake the grass of green hills a-rollin’.
Pity the days that I’ve not laid eyes on thee,
For mine happiness only with you agree.
Without your smile my world is but a lonely sea,
Solitary welcome to joys without decree.
If heaven hath cruelty it’d be that we meet,
For the feelings in mine and yours is just deceit,
For why there be hope in love concrete,
If you to me the fates cannot bequeath?
Why sip of a cup we cannot have?
For only bitter pain in incomplete love exist as a halve,
Writhing and languish, no curing salve,
Longing and waiting, only in our mind the sins we dab.
To all we perform an act worthy of mention,
To him musn’t give attention,
When he takes your hand you leave a smile in suspension,
A worthy act to bear, yet your heart cries dissension.
This is to you, my beautiful, my love.
Ode to the one I cannot have.
To you whom my hearts sings, but cannot speak of,
Pathetic happiness; lost land found naught by Noah’s dove.
Nov. 11, 2009
If today’s light has a meaning,
It’d be you that sweeten the morning,
That moistens the leaves glowin’,
And rake the grass of green hills a-rollin’.
Pity the days that I’ve not laid eyes on thee,
For mine happiness only with you agree.
Without your smile my world is but a lonely sea,
Solitary welcome to joys without decree.
If heaven hath cruelty it’d be that we meet,
For the feelings in mine and yours is just deceit,
For why there be hope in love concrete,
If you to me the fates cannot bequeath?
Why sip of a cup we cannot have?
For only bitter pain in incomplete love exist as a halve,
Writhing and languish, no curing salve,
Longing and waiting, only in our mind the sins we dab.
To all we perform an act worthy of mention,
To him musn’t give attention,
When he takes your hand you leave a smile in suspension,
A worthy act to bear, yet your heart cries dissension.
This is to you, my beautiful, my love.
Ode to the one I cannot have.
To you whom my hearts sings, but cannot speak of,
Pathetic happiness; lost land found naught by Noah’s dove.
The Fearful One
The Fearful One
Oct. 31, 2009
Gerome's The Gaulish Gladiator
"Touch me not!" is what he said,
A lone warrior, near his death.
Push me away, is what he did,
Stumbled on his feet, in his face the pain is hid.
His limbs were battered, his body broke,
His soul abated, and no more courage can be evoked.
His knees are weak, his arms are dead,
The stomach wretched, it poured blood red.
All around him the crowds delight,
His suffering is what in their hearts excite.
His enemies are jeering, his friends have fled,
The ravens circled, and the vultures fed.
His breast beat fear as they circled around,
Could not defuse it, because the blood abound.
But what a man he was they did not know,
A victory to surrender he does not bestow.
"Get up!" is what he yelled,
His inner self is what rebelled.
He gave a smile despite the pain,
Humiliation to him does not remain.
He clutched his weapon and charged ahead,
He fought to oblivion despite his dread.
Oct. 31, 2009
"Touch me not!" is what he said,
A lone warrior, near his death.
Push me away, is what he did,
Stumbled on his feet, in his face the pain is hid.
His limbs were battered, his body broke,
His soul abated, and no more courage can be evoked.
His knees are weak, his arms are dead,
The stomach wretched, it poured blood red.
All around him the crowds delight,
His suffering is what in their hearts excite.
His enemies are jeering, his friends have fled,
The ravens circled, and the vultures fed.
His breast beat fear as they circled around,
Could not defuse it, because the blood abound.
But what a man he was they did not know,
A victory to surrender he does not bestow.
"Get up!" is what he yelled,
His inner self is what rebelled.
He gave a smile despite the pain,
Humiliation to him does not remain.
He clutched his weapon and charged ahead,
He fought to oblivion despite his dread.
If You Have Wings, Use 'Em
If You Have Wings, Use 'Em
Oct. 29, 2009
di Cosimo's Perseus Freeing Andromeda
If God offered me wings to fly,
I'd decline and he'll ask why,
"Give me a good pair of legs 'stead", is what I'll say.
"I'll run the hell out of it night and day."
For what would I do with appendages in the air,
When I can do much with these limbs, strong and fair?
I'll make runners cry in defeat and shame,
I'll make footballers cringe and weep declaim.
I'd run mountains cruel and tough,
Humble them paltry; a passing laughter give them enough.
Lord most of all give them to me so I can walk the walk,
Be a noble person that does not just talk the talk.
With these legs, O Father, I'll be free,
For running is the only life for me.
Oct. 29, 2009
If God offered me wings to fly,
I'd decline and he'll ask why,
"Give me a good pair of legs 'stead", is what I'll say.
"I'll run the hell out of it night and day."
For what would I do with appendages in the air,
When I can do much with these limbs, strong and fair?
I'll make runners cry in defeat and shame,
I'll make footballers cringe and weep declaim.
I'd run mountains cruel and tough,
Humble them paltry; a passing laughter give them enough.
Lord most of all give them to me so I can walk the walk,
Be a noble person that does not just talk the talk.
With these legs, O Father, I'll be free,
For running is the only life for me.
God’s Ironic Humor
God’s Ironic Humor
Oct. 28, 2009
Snow. Why do they all like you?
You’re the Heavens’ unfunny joke,
Only appreciated by these foolish folks.
You break their bones with your slippery choke,
You bury their cars with your frosted cloak.
You are the cold that up their gas bills,
You are the mud in their carpet they cannot distill.
They think you are beautiful;
Fluffy, soft and blissful.
To me, O villain, you are nothing but bane,
The goddamn object of my disdain.
O wretched mocker of today,
I pray pretty please, go astray.
So I can run once more to my heart’s content,
Oh happy joy you won’t relent.
Oct. 28, 2009
Snow. Why do they all like you?
You’re the Heavens’ unfunny joke,
Only appreciated by these foolish folks.
You break their bones with your slippery choke,
You bury their cars with your frosted cloak.
You are the cold that up their gas bills,
You are the mud in their carpet they cannot distill.
They think you are beautiful;
Fluffy, soft and blissful.
To me, O villain, you are nothing but bane,
The goddamn object of my disdain.
O wretched mocker of today,
I pray pretty please, go astray.
So I can run once more to my heart’s content,
Oh happy joy you won’t relent.
My Own Silly Rabbit Poem
My Own Silly Rabbit Poem
Oct. 26, 2009
Tsu'i Po's Magpies and Hare
I heard some foxes can be blind.
Or that some little rabbit, oh sweet little rabbit, always looking beyond the her little rabbit hole.
And I heard perhaps rabbits can be blind too.
That rabbit, my sweet little rabbit, perhaps there's a rabbit oh shy wee rabbit looking out every time you go,
Play with the foxes, run with foxes, fall in love with the foxes,
That shy rabbit small wee rabbit, looks up at the moon and pray,
Wish that sweet little rabbit who love the fox may someday,
By chance look down in her own hollow and see that curious rabbit where he lay,
To know that a shy rabbit, oh that bashful little wretch, loves her every day.
Oct. 26, 2009
I heard some foxes can be blind.
Or that some little rabbit, oh sweet little rabbit, always looking beyond the her little rabbit hole.
And I heard perhaps rabbits can be blind too.
That rabbit, my sweet little rabbit, perhaps there's a rabbit oh shy wee rabbit looking out every time you go,
Play with the foxes, run with foxes, fall in love with the foxes,
That shy rabbit small wee rabbit, looks up at the moon and pray,
Wish that sweet little rabbit who love the fox may someday,
By chance look down in her own hollow and see that curious rabbit where he lay,
To know that a shy rabbit, oh that bashful little wretch, loves her every day.
Daybreak
Daybreak
originally winter 2008
Manet's Impressive Sunrise
I wait for daybreak
Therein I find comfort in its ardor
I lie on my back for the day to come
So I can bask in its solace once more
I pray for daybreak
So I can write the contents of my heart
I pray for the daylight to shine
To throw the demons off my mind
I pretend like its daylight
So I can throw the cold horrid dreams away
I mask my face from the ache
I learn to leave them astray
I wait for daybreak
For then I see your face again
I leave my window sill open
There I can imagine your warmth and kisses
Cometh with daybreak
originally winter 2008
Manet's Impressive Sunrise
I wait for daybreak
Therein I find comfort in its ardor
I lie on my back for the day to come
So I can bask in its solace once more
I pray for daybreak
So I can write the contents of my heart
I pray for the daylight to shine
To throw the demons off my mind
I pretend like its daylight
So I can throw the cold horrid dreams away
I mask my face from the ache
I learn to leave them astray
I wait for daybreak
For then I see your face again
I leave my window sill open
There I can imagine your warmth and kisses
Cometh with daybreak
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