You loosed the whirlwinds
That day in June
Setting two settled souls
Off their pilings
Forced to face our realities
And our fears
Living outside comfort
Risking everything
Overwhelmed still by uncertainty
Adrift with the floodwaters
Hoping to land and germinate
On fertile soil
New life with you
All I dream of,
All I pray for
Each time Sleep stalks me
*”An event that cannot be reasonably anticipated or controlled”
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Saturday, June 26, 2004
Friday, June 25, 2004
Tears
My eyes welled up
Tears rolled down my cheeks
As the choir sang
Of God’s Love and His forgiveness
Vision blurred for a few moments
So I could but see
Unburdening my heart
In your house this Sunday
You are not finished with me.
You have saved me
For what I know not yet
I pray you will steel my heart
And guide my hands and feet
To do your work.
Heavenly Father,
Thank you for this day
And your promise
Paid with your body
For all of us
Tears rolled down my cheeks
As the choir sang
Of God’s Love and His forgiveness
Vision blurred for a few moments
So I could but see
Unburdening my heart
In your house this Sunday
You are not finished with me.
You have saved me
For what I know not yet
I pray you will steel my heart
And guide my hands and feet
To do your work.
Heavenly Father,
Thank you for this day
And your promise
Paid with your body
For all of us
===============
edited November 14, 2018
Tears – v2
posted June 25, 2004
Tears
July 8, 2001
July 1, 2001 12:10
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Thursday, June 24, 2004
Crosswalk
Iterative, coding conventions
Six month of our lives
Spent casting and recasting
The structure of the new environment
To bring forward history
And meet the new paradigm
Of an Org-centric model
Overhead and spreadsheets
Whiteboard and Picturetel
To reach consensus
On ever narrowing issues
Fund and Org and Activity
Oh, don’t forget Account
Characters with meaning
Numbers and letters
Six characters and
How many levels
For each
Links hard and soft
Moving before our eyes
Why does that link there now?
Freeze date oh thank God
You are near (or here).
About crosswalking the old accounting system to the new accounting system's nomenclature, back in spring 2001 (part of why I went to law school).
Six month of our lives
Spent casting and recasting
The structure of the new environment
To bring forward history
And meet the new paradigm
Of an Org-centric model
Overhead and spreadsheets
Whiteboard and Picturetel
To reach consensus
On ever narrowing issues
Fund and Org and Activity
Oh, don’t forget Account
Characters with meaning
Numbers and letters
Six characters and
How many levels
For each
Links hard and soft
Moving before our eyes
Why does that link there now?
Freeze date oh thank God
You are near (or here).
About crosswalking the old accounting system to the new accounting system's nomenclature, back in spring 2001 (part of why I went to law school).
All
of my poems and photographs are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001,
2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014,
2015. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com) for
usage. See all 40,660+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com
Poetry Where You Live.
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Idiots
Feeble knats
Buzzing in my classroom
Inane questions
Blank looks
On doe-like faces
Frozen in time
By my knowledge
Unable to perceive
The law, the truth
The power of the words
I impart.
Hypo – September 30, 1997
Fake poem of Professor Huge Ego
For Jive closing argument
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,700+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Buzzing in my classroom
Inane questions
Blank looks
On doe-like faces
Frozen in time
By my knowledge
Unable to perceive
The law, the truth
The power of the words
I impart.
Hypo – September 30, 1997
Fake poem of Professor Huge Ego
For Jive closing argument
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,700+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Monday, June 21, 2004
Glassworks
Mesmerized, watching
The skill, artistry
Effortlessness in the heat
Of the sweating craftsmen
In the beach air
On the Vineyard
Living,
Molten glass, clear
Droop on the shaft
Entering the
Orange maw
Mouth of the furnace
Glow yellow
from the warming
Glistening wet
Grow with the blow
Liquid and free
Spin and catch
Supple flesh
Add color and form
Enter again
Translucence now
Hot gases
Fill the space
Wipe brow
Enter again
Cool and gel
Cut from the pipe
Clutched like a robin’s egg
By a toddler’s wonder
Placed to firm and harden
Into permanent wonder
The skill, artistry
Effortlessness in the heat
Of the sweating craftsmen
In the beach air
On the Vineyard
Living,
Molten glass, clear
Droop on the shaft
Entering the
Orange maw
Mouth of the furnace
Glow yellow
from the warming
Glistening wet
Grow with the blow
Liquid and free
Spin and catch
Supple flesh
Add color and form
Enter again
Translucence now
Hot gases
Fill the space
Wipe brow
Enter again
Cool and gel
Cut from the pipe
Clutched like a robin’s egg
By a toddler’s wonder
Placed to firm and harden
Into permanent wonder
==================
edited November 3, 2018
Glassworks – v2
Written
6/20/04 14:06
Glassworks
about Martha’s Vineyard Glassworks
somewhere I spent hours,
over many summers in the 1990’s watching bowls,
pitchers, pictures, and more, come to life.
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2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, and 2018. All rights are
reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com) for
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