I once had a second or two.
So I did with them what I could do.
Well, I schemed. Then I cried.
How those seconds flew by!
Now they’re gone like a dream I outgrew.
______
Denise offers the prompt word “second” for this week’s Six Sentence Poetry Slam. I also posted this on Poet’s Corner.
While looking at LaTeX templates for brochures I noticed LianTze Lim’s PocketMod package which allows one to typeset eight smaller pages on a single letter-size sheet of paper. After printing it one would fold it in half lengthwise, then fold it in half again and then again. That produces a tiny book that fits in the pocket of a t-shirt or can be used as a bookmark.
So, I put together six poems into a book which you are free to download and print, if you wish. Although I added color to the PDF file, I normally print this in black and white and landscape mode and use it as a bookmark.
For those who would like the see the LaTeX commands, I placed the files on Google Drive under Six Poems.
With heartfelt thanks
and joyful praise
we have forgotten
wayward ways
that once obsessed
our anxious days.
Forget that now.
Remember praise.
With freeze and thaw of wintry woes
some fear the still-life’s gonna die.
Why spin the news so fast that I
can see the lies beneath fresh snows?
There is the Lamb that heaven shows,
the One who can unseal the book.
The losing side will try to hook
the world with sorrows. Persevere.
The sea of glass and fire comes here
with victory and praising. Look!
Previously appeared in Poet’s Corner.
A tiny trinket out of jade
deceptively was smoothly made.
I bought it. Why? I do not know.
My dreaming mind said let it go.
I wonder now how much I paid.
Published previously on Poet’s Corner.
Wealth or wits aren’t what it takes
to stop that giant, curse and all.
God alone transcends and shakes:
One river stone, one sling, one fall.
Previously published in Poet’s Corner.
On autumn walks through falling leaves
we offer gratitude and praise.
This gift of life within cleaned hearts
caresses us through all our days.
Previously posted in Poet’s Corner.
Blue on blue with patient blue
caressing me and also you.
But should you say it’s red instead
insisting that I bumped my head—
the part about my head is true,
but so is all the pretty blue.
Previously posted on Poet’s Corner.
Our partying about the hall
was stopped by writing on the wall.
That awful hand mysteriously
wrote words we didn’t care to see.
Daniel told our heads of state—
The kingdom’s over; it’s too late.
A version of this previously appeared in Poet’s Corner.
If you’ve ever wondered where the phrase “writing on the wall” comes from, see Daniel 5.
Our praises rise. We all concur.
The golden true light shines and we
remember all, the way things were.
Forgive—we do—each enemy.
No secret shadows hide today.
Forgive us, too, both you and me.
Now every tear that turned life gray,
that smeared our pasts into a blur,
He’s wiped away, He’s wiped away.
Previously posted in Poet’s Corner.
I was thinking of Revelation 21:4, Revelation 7:17 and Isaiah 25:8.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 