Sunday Poems

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[ stop the crazy ]

stop the crazy
that’s all I want
when I think that
I am thinking
but I’m wrong
that’s all I want
but it’s too real
to convince myself
so I just think
and think
and it is hard
to go on like this
again
and again
but I must

[ Syrian homes piled among bodies ]

Syrian homes piled among bodies
destroyed from above and afar
a landscape painted in hues of tan
and blood on a canvas torn and soiled
left in heaps by the tourist’s bombs
poking their forces in other nations

here sovereignty’s meaning they
translate differently than at homes
they dwell in standing upright devoid
of the damage, guts, black, and red dealt
out swift in national interests unyielding
terrorism of the highest order, ordered

Snow Plowing the Classes

the plows move slowly
down this street
manicuring each spot
with a spit polish
stopping at houses
to greet the elites
eating hors d’oeuvres
and sipping
fine wines

just one town over
from the windows
of homes watching
parked cars
plowed in and covered
in the blink
of a middle class eye
two more hours
of shoveling appears

Psalm 17

 Hear the right, O Lord, attend unto my cry, give ear unto my prayer, that goeth not out of feigned lips.

Let my sentence come forth from thy presence; let thine eyes behold the things that are equal.

Thou hast proved mine heart; thou hast visited me in the night; thou hast tried me, and shalt find nothing; I am purposed that my mouth shall not transgress.

Concerning the works of men, by the word of thy lips I have kept me from the paths of the destroyer.

Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footsteps slip not.

I have called upon thee, for thou wilt hear me, O God: incline thine ear unto me, and hear my speech.

Shew thy marvellous lovingkindness, O thou that savest by thy right hand them which put their trust in thee from those that rise up against them.

Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings,

From the wicked that oppress me, from my deadly enemies, who compass me about.

10 They are inclosed in their own fat: with their mouth they speak proudly.

11 They have now compassed us in our steps: they have set their eyes bowing down to the earth;

12 Like as a lion that is greedy of his prey, and as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.

13 Arise, O Lord, disappoint him, cast him down: deliver my soul from the wicked, which is thy sword:

14 From men which are thy hand, O Lord, from men of the world, which have their portion in this life, and whose belly thou fillest with thy hid treasure: they are full of children, and leave the rest of their substance to their babes.

15 As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness.