Saturday, September 04, 2004

I’m not Stupid

I’m not Stupid
What!?!
What did she just say?
Evan, can you confirm it?
“I’m not stupid; I’m Greek.”

Oh sure, Diane; that explains everything
But Elliott,
Does every stanza have to end with
I’m not stupid; I’m Greek?

Easy to do Mr. Gott, I must say
to see the world through your eyes
laughing at the thought or a refrain, mantra
I’m not stupid; I’m Greek

Trust me,
It’s no
“Nice Teeth”.



8/18/04 23:20

Thursday, September 02, 2004

Rejuvenation



A warming of my spirit at the starting of the service
Slides of now familiar songs
Friendly voices raised, broadening smiles

8/29/04 16:40

A congregation joined, prepared, to hear your Word
Your message that night

8/29/04 16:56

An opening prayer
Community prayers – concerns and celebrations
Open and real
Fun and free sharing – a family together
Competitive greeting,
Passing the Peace

8/29/04 18:00
Written in 3 parts, about the Rejuvenation service at Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH, each Sunday at 6:30pm.



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Tuesday, August 31, 2004

Mrs. Oleksak

My teacher
A force in my life
Keeping me with the pack
Putting herself out
To give me a chance
To succeed.


8/24/04 22:05 – About my 4th grade teacher Susan Oleksak, at Abner Gibbs Elementary School, Westfield, MA, who came to my house every Thursday afternoon for 3 months in the fall of 1969, keeping me with my class while I recovered from knee surgery, before arthroscopic surgery.


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Monday, August 30, 2004

Planner

In the dirt
in the space
under the pines
A town planner toils
roads and structures
stone walls of gravel

Peeled silver maple helicopters
the product in the matchbox trucks
roads of mud bulldozed into the hardtack
an overpass, an engineering feat itself
twigs, needles, sculpted to support and frame
a corduroy road in miniature

Glass of lemonade or cool aid
Building homes of Lincoln Logs
Tunnels and moats
a plan, cityscape
of my own creation



8/24/04 20:54, 21:32
8/25/04 19:30

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 18,710+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.