A range of mountains
Hues of plum, rose, and rust
hover above the terrestrial hills
cloaked in winter’s gray, brown, and white
shapes frozen in the air
over the cold earth
captured clouds of dust and smoke
of water and ice
colored by the master’s brush
splashed with blue
marching across the sky
First 3 lines draft 12/13/05 17:40
rest added 12/14/05 7:45
edited 12/28/05 21:47
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Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Four Walls
From tabernacle to temple
to the tablets of our hearts
mapping the four walls,
the roof and foundation,
the home of God
Now and before the Kings
Big enough to fill the creation
with his hand, his breath,
his wonder to behold
and small enough
to live in each human heart
ready to heed his invitation
12/21/05 16:30
See 2 Samuel 7:1-16
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to the tablets of our hearts
mapping the four walls,
the roof and foundation,
the home of God
Now and before the Kings
Big enough to fill the creation
with his hand, his breath,
his wonder to behold
and small enough
to live in each human heart
ready to heed his invitation
12/21/05 16:30
See 2 Samuel 7:1-16
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Our Silent Night
A hush fell over the congregation
lights dimmed, cloaking us all
A glow grew, pew by pew
Candles clutched be each one, in wonder
The hymnal open to the familiar verses
Pages lit by the halo of newborn light
held in each hand.
We all murmured the prayer
living in the words
of our hope and your birth
that Silent Night
We were calm, serene
wrapped in your holy light
We joined the throng
‘round the virgin
and her wondrous child
Letting the light
fill our hearts
12/20/05 21:40
lights dimmed, cloaking us all
A glow grew, pew by pew
Candles clutched be each one, in wonder
The hymnal open to the familiar verses
Pages lit by the halo of newborn light
held in each hand.
We all murmured the prayer
living in the words
of our hope and your birth
that Silent Night
We were calm, serene
wrapped in your holy light
We joined the throng
‘round the virgin
and her wondrous child
Letting the light
fill our hearts
12/20/05 21:40
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Poetry Where You Live.
Frozen Fog
Early Sunday morning
leaving the highway
Sparkles off the shoulder
draw our gaze
Light refracting and pulsing
new frost clinging
shrub and nettle,
goldenrod and milkweed
blanketed, crystallized
ablaze
in frozen fog
December 20, 2005 13:47
leaving the highway
Sparkles off the shoulder
draw our gaze
Light refracting and pulsing
new frost clinging
shrub and nettle,
goldenrod and milkweed
blanketed, crystallized
ablaze
in frozen fog
December 20, 2005 13:47
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Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Windward Dawn
We were alone with our thoughts
Warm breezes off the southerly ocean
murmur of sea foam on a soft expanse of sand
a solitary couple, alone with each other
for our wonderful show, repeated daily
Early morning on the beach
long before the commotion of day
gazing at the horizon and beyond
through bleary eyes,
thick with northern slumber
Ready to drink in the cascades of color
as the artist paints the windward dawn
before us
Reeling from the brightening sky
like fireworks too close
rich yellows morphing to white
ripping through clouds of grays,
slate blue, and whites
Ours alone to share
on our honeymoon
in our memories
in the whispered language
of love
December 16, 2005 16:25
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Warm breezes off the southerly ocean
murmur of sea foam on a soft expanse of sand
a solitary couple, alone with each other
for our wonderful show, repeated daily
Early morning on the beach
long before the commotion of day
gazing at the horizon and beyond
through bleary eyes,
thick with northern slumber
Ready to drink in the cascades of color
as the artist paints the windward dawn
before us
Reeling from the brightening sky
like fireworks too close
rich yellows morphing to white
ripping through clouds of grays,
slate blue, and whites
Ours alone to share
on our honeymoon
in our memories
in the whispered language
of love
December 16, 2005 16:25
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Thursday, December 08, 2005
Memories in the Stillness
When we let the moments of stillness bleed into us,
they are there forever,
to recall, even if ephemerally.
It is being in the moment,
Able to truly appreciate the silence of the water, the wood,
the colors of the sky on a fading autumn day,
the movement of a branch covered in snow,
or even a spider's web
with a drop of dew on it
swinging in an early summer breeze.
Seeing through more of our senses
reflecting while perceiving
to bring back
a perfect moment
whenever we dream
December 8, 2005 11:50
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they are there forever,
to recall, even if ephemerally.
It is being in the moment,
Able to truly appreciate the silence of the water, the wood,
the colors of the sky on a fading autumn day,
the movement of a branch covered in snow,
or even a spider's web
with a drop of dew on it
swinging in an early summer breeze.
Seeing through more of our senses
reflecting while perceiving
to bring back
a perfect moment
whenever we dream
December 8, 2005 11:50
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Wednesday, December 07, 2005
The Holy Continuum
Stare Decisis
From the Beginning
He was the Word
From Abraham to Moses
to David and the prophets
The Law, to guide human behavior
Canons for our peace with God
Our relationship with others
Made flesh with the Christ,
the Emmanuel, the Great I am with us,
the fulfillment of the Law and the Prophets
the Good Shepherd and ultimate judge
sealing the breach,
by example and sacrifice
Living the two prongs of the law
by deed and love
sacrifice and compassion
submitting all to the will of the Father
As we must
each day
To live the law
and inherit the kingdom.
11/25/05 13:00, edited 11/26/05 12:05
From the Beginning
He was the Word
From Abraham to Moses
to David and the prophets
The Law, to guide human behavior
Canons for our peace with God
Our relationship with others
Made flesh with the Christ,
the Emmanuel, the Great I am with us,
the fulfillment of the Law and the Prophets
the Good Shepherd and ultimate judge
sealing the breach,
by example and sacrifice
Living the two prongs of the law
by deed and love
sacrifice and compassion
submitting all to the will of the Father
As we must
each day
To live the law
and inherit the kingdom.
11/25/05 13:00, edited 11/26/05 12:05
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Monday, November 07, 2005
Daily Bread
I was fed at your table today
the bread and wine nourished me
Quelled my heart’s hunger
and stilled my spirit
in three services in your house
Your sacrifice cleanses my sin
reorders my fate, now joined to you
in service and salvation
New life as your adopted brother
Thank you, my Lord
for your gift, your grace
Your life for me
and this whole world.
11/6/05 19:45
the bread and wine nourished me
Quelled my heart’s hunger
and stilled my spirit
in three services in your house
Your sacrifice cleanses my sin
reorders my fate, now joined to you
in service and salvation
New life as your adopted brother
Thank you, my Lord
for your gift, your grace
Your life for me
and this whole world.
11/6/05 19:45
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Covenants
Words of heart and hope
shared and pondered
as brothers and sisters in praise
and prayer tonight
Our church owning our commitment
to God and one another
Remembering Joshua’s challenge
and higher stakes;
we are judged
by our own utterances
11/6/05 19:20
Inspired by the scripture reading at Sunday night’s Rejuvenation contemporary worship service at Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH – Joshua 24:1-3a,14-25. Our worship leader had us break up into groups and write out covenants. I wrote this poem during the service, immediately after this exercise. Three of the ones that groups came up with are:
- “We promise to be aware of others needs, to pray for them, to use the individual gifts God has given us, to try to treasure each moment, to contribute our time to others, and to be active in the life of a community of faith.”
- “In faithfulness we will listen to you and keep our hearts open before you; receiving you grace and proclaiming Jesus Christ. We will commit all of our works to the building of your kingdom.”
- “We commit that everyday we will take time to be thankful, mindful and reflective of what have/God’s gifts.”
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shared and pondered
as brothers and sisters in praise
and prayer tonight
Our church owning our commitment
to God and one another
Remembering Joshua’s challenge
and higher stakes;
we are judged
by our own utterances
11/6/05 19:20
Inspired by the scripture reading at Sunday night’s Rejuvenation contemporary worship service at Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH – Joshua 24:1-3a,14-25. Our worship leader had us break up into groups and write out covenants. I wrote this poem during the service, immediately after this exercise. Three of the ones that groups came up with are:
- “We promise to be aware of others needs, to pray for them, to use the individual gifts God has given us, to try to treasure each moment, to contribute our time to others, and to be active in the life of a community of faith.”
- “In faithfulness we will listen to you and keep our hearts open before you; receiving you grace and proclaiming Jesus Christ. We will commit all of our works to the building of your kingdom.”
- “We commit that everyday we will take time to be thankful, mindful and reflective of what have/God’s gifts.”
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Saturday, November 05, 2005
Miranda purred
Miranda purred a greeting,
“Good morning sexy lady”
to my beautiful Ruth
that morning after sunrise
Forward in her youth,
happy to see this sensuality,
catlike grace, poise
and pure allure.
She blushed under
her dark skin
I laughed
at the truth
within the patter.
11/5/05 00:42
“Good morning sexy lady”
to my beautiful Ruth
that morning after sunrise
Forward in her youth,
happy to see this sensuality,
catlike grace, poise
and pure allure.
She blushed under
her dark skin
I laughed
at the truth
within the patter.
11/5/05 00:42
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Warm Rain
She stood there
still at the rail
at the edge of our balcony
our room in our slice of paradise
The warm Caribbean rain shower
sparkled on her bronze mocha skin
a smile of peace on her lips
and over her closed eyelids
drinking in the freedom
we shared on our island getaway.
11/5/05 00:33
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still at the rail
at the edge of our balcony
our room in our slice of paradise
The warm Caribbean rain shower
sparkled on her bronze mocha skin
a smile of peace on her lips
and over her closed eyelids
drinking in the freedom
we shared on our island getaway.
11/5/05 00:33
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Stealth Deer
Just off the road
Summer dusk
in the northern woods
the eyes of the deer
caught for an instant
in the light of the high beams
Before melting back
into the trees and brush
Ephemeral forms
fleeting and in greyscale
just out of sight.
11/4/05 23:21
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Summer dusk
in the northern woods
the eyes of the deer
caught for an instant
in the light of the high beams
Before melting back
into the trees and brush
Ephemeral forms
fleeting and in greyscale
just out of sight.
11/4/05 23:21
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A Cathedral of Pine
On a floor of needles and leaves
I sat in a cathedral of pine
Five trees encircled my prayer
Limbs knitted like arms
wrapped around my reverie.
Walled off from the world around me
watched only by squirrels,
birds, salamanders, insects,
the other denizens of the
island in the lake
11/4/05 22:32
A hidden sanctuary for one
ringed by lady slippers, ferns, blueberry plants
A stillness in the chaos of that summer
somewhere to ponder, reflect,
slow down and commune
with the hand
of the creator.
11/4/05 23:08
I sat in a cathedral of pine
Five trees encircled my prayer
Limbs knitted like arms
wrapped around my reverie.
Walled off from the world around me
watched only by squirrels,
birds, salamanders, insects,
the other denizens of the
island in the lake
11/4/05 22:32
A hidden sanctuary for one
ringed by lady slippers, ferns, blueberry plants
A stillness in the chaos of that summer
somewhere to ponder, reflect,
slow down and commune
with the hand
of the creator.
11/4/05 23:08
edited December 26, 2014
a chapel prayer closet – v3
(editing version 2 and original version)
edited February 23, 2014
“a chapel prayer closet – v2”
edited/new poem February 17, 2014
“a chapel prayer closet
edited February 11, 2014
“A Cathedral of Pine – v3”
(editing the original again)
Edited May 4, 2013
“A Cathedral of Pine – v2”
November 4, 2005
“A Cathedral of Pine”
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Poetry Where You Live.
Grandpa
Smell of oil, of chlorine
Burn the nose of this six year old
My grandfather in his domain
At the Y, where the guests never see
A handyman, mechanic, custodian
The king of the keys
The power behind the throne
Grease that keeps the gears
in motion.
11/4/05 21:55 – about my maternal grandfather, Laurence F. Ring, when he worked at the Westfield, MA YMCA. When he retired, he was replaced with three.
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Burn the nose of this six year old
My grandfather in his domain
At the Y, where the guests never see
A handyman, mechanic, custodian
The king of the keys
The power behind the throne
Grease that keeps the gears
in motion.
11/4/05 21:55 – about my maternal grandfather, Laurence F. Ring, when he worked at the Westfield, MA YMCA. When he retired, he was replaced with three.
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Sunapee Street
Rug covered stairs
a landing above me
a place for the lead toy soldiers,
the ceramic cat,
small bottles
Playing by myself
in my grandparents’ home
A quiet special day out
on my own in their company
sharing precious time
vivid now decades hence
Tales of my dad’s youth
frozen in his room as a boy
rope pulley system
for the light’s chain
mounted still over his bed
Treasures in the attic
Her father’s desk
I now own
promised to me
that day
A nap by her side
after lunch of Ritz crackers in milk
My dear Jessie
magic lady of my heart
Thick glasses, but joy in her spirit,
with her flowers,
in her kitchen
a landing above me
a place for the lead toy soldiers,
the ceramic cat,
small bottles
Playing by myself
in my grandparents’ home
A quiet special day out
on my own in their company
sharing precious time
vivid now decades hence
Tales of my dad’s youth
frozen in his room as a boy
rope pulley system
for the light’s chain
mounted still over his bed
Treasures in the attic
Her father’s desk
I now own
promised to me
that day
A nap by her side
after lunch of Ritz crackers in milk
My dear Jessie
magic lady of my heart
Thick glasses, but joy in her spirit,
with her flowers,
in her kitchen
11/4/05 21:50
Sunapee Street
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Laughing in the Rain
No one’s timetable
governed our steps
up with the first light
long before the sun rose
over the slate blue ocean
Wandering between palm and bright blooms
in our own world
together
Watching the hummingbirds
high in the branches above us
camera catching the moments
Suddenly darkening clouds
to snap the equatorial heat
Laughing in the rain
without care or keeper
We were soaked
and in love
alone together
on the island
11/4/05 20:50
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governed our steps
up with the first light
long before the sun rose
over the slate blue ocean
Wandering between palm and bright blooms
in our own world
together
Watching the hummingbirds
high in the branches above us
camera catching the moments
Suddenly darkening clouds
to snap the equatorial heat
Laughing in the rain
without care or keeper
We were soaked
and in love
alone together
on the island
11/4/05 20:50
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Café du Monde
A plate of small hot beignets
coated in a snow squall
of light powdered sugar
a dense cup of oh so hot
coffee with chicory
at 3:00am, near Jackson Square
Jazz and spice in the air
Before last call,
in the Big Easy
As real now as that moment
Twelve years ago
Open again
after Katrina
11/4/05 20:40
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coated in a snow squall
of light powdered sugar
a dense cup of oh so hot
coffee with chicory
at 3:00am, near Jackson Square
Jazz and spice in the air
Before last call,
in the Big Easy
As real now as that moment
Twelve years ago
Open again
after Katrina
11/4/05 20:40
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Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Pumpkin Massacre
He had a knife!
a willing accomplice
and three accessories before the fact
They didn't stand a chance,
their four young victims
that crisp day in October
The knife blade bit into
the firm ripe skin
Forming ghouls and ghosts
Glowing orange.
from within their hollow shells.
10/29/05 22:42
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a willing accomplice
and three accessories before the fact
They didn't stand a chance,
their four young victims
that crisp day in October
The knife blade bit into
the firm ripe skin
Forming ghouls and ghosts
Glowing orange.
from within their hollow shells.
10/29/05 22:42
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Haddock Sky
Layers of clouds
grays and white living sky
with rich visual texture
Rippled screens of space
like the flesh of haddock steaks
overlaid autumnal blues
above fall foliage
grays and white living sky
with rich visual texture
Rippled screens of space
like the flesh of haddock steaks
overlaid autumnal blues
above fall foliage
10/29/05 22:26
Haddock Sky
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Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Framed Spaces
A row of picture frames
descends the stairway
from the upstairs to the living room
Four images frozen in time
preserved and presented
for friends and visitors
A fifth frame of wood and wire,
without glass or image,
hangs in space with the others
poised and ready
For another moment of her life
Mounted and preserved
on her wall
10/24/05 20:40
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descends the stairway
from the upstairs to the living room
Four images frozen in time
preserved and presented
for friends and visitors
A fifth frame of wood and wire,
without glass or image,
hangs in space with the others
poised and ready
For another moment of her life
Mounted and preserved
on her wall
10/24/05 20:40
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Monday, October 03, 2005
School Picture Day - 9/30/05 (photos by Ruth)
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Thursday, September 29, 2005
Fresh Harvest - Peppers picked at the Woodman Horticultural Farm, UNH, Durham, NH - 9/28/05
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Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Muses of Spain
Was it the warm winds down from the Pyrenees
Or maybe Poseidon's breath off the Mediterranean
That stirred the Spanish Muses,
Who whispered and giggle and tickled the ear
of the passionate Balkan son
To set his pen ablaze and spin his tales,
Paint his imagery,
Behind smoky haze and quenched by bitter elixirs
And sweet wines of the plains of Europa
September 28, 2005 10:33 (on receiving new poetry from a dear friend)
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Or maybe Poseidon's breath off the Mediterranean
That stirred the Spanish Muses,
Who whispered and giggle and tickled the ear
of the passionate Balkan son
To set his pen ablaze and spin his tales,
Paint his imagery,
Behind smoky haze and quenched by bitter elixirs
And sweet wines of the plains of Europa
September 28, 2005 10:33 (on receiving new poetry from a dear friend)
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Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Bumble Bee
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In His Time
I am waiting on the Lord
For his answer to prayer
In His Time;
Not my own
Human passions
And concerns
Of providing for a family
Of paying the bills
Supplanted by an act of faith
A prayer for guidance
and providence
Guiding my feet and my path
again and for the first time
Wanting to be sure of my belief
The “believing is seeing”,
not the pragmatic,
“Seeing is believing”
Testing my mettle
For an answer
In His Time
September 27, 2005 14:14
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For his answer to prayer
In His Time;
Not my own
Human passions
And concerns
Of providing for a family
Of paying the bills
Supplanted by an act of faith
A prayer for guidance
and providence
Guiding my feet and my path
again and for the first time
Wanting to be sure of my belief
The “believing is seeing”,
not the pragmatic,
“Seeing is believing”
Testing my mettle
For an answer
In His Time
September 27, 2005 14:14
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Friday, September 23, 2005
400 POEMS
With the last post, I have now put 400 of my poems on this site.
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Before the Baling
After the cutting
before the baling
a working field
waits for the late harvest
Narrow rows of green,
turning to gray,
course over the land
After the passing of the scythe,
the reaper's work
Hungry cows in the dairy barnyard
still munch and mull the September grasses
Soon they will know the bite of winter
when their feed
is this autumnal fuel
September 23, 2005 12:28
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before the baling
a working field
waits for the late harvest
Narrow rows of green,
turning to gray,
course over the land
After the passing of the scythe,
the reaper's work
Hungry cows in the dairy barnyard
still munch and mull the September grasses
Soon they will know the bite of winter
when their feed
is this autumnal fuel
September 23, 2005 12:28
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Tuesday, September 20, 2005
In Praise of Taciturn Yankees
Quiet, stoic granite men
Long in the land and happy for the stillness,
The solitude of the ancient hayfield,
the thick wood, the craggy shore, the stormy sea
Flinty like the earth
dependable as the seasons
Taciturn Yankees one and all
Of older stuff and remembering the creed
of holding the tongue, stiff upper lip
and shoulder to the task at hand
Idle hands they have not
And we are richer for it.
September 20, 2005 12:41 – While I was driving to work this morning on Rte 101 in NH, one of the NHPR reporters was talking about the new Encyclopedia of New England (http://www.unh.edu/news/news_releases/2005/september/em_050919encyclopedia.htm). They were commenting how New England isn’t just made up of maple syrup, town meetings, and taciturn Yankees.
Long in the land and happy for the stillness,
The solitude of the ancient hayfield,
the thick wood, the craggy shore, the stormy sea
Flinty like the earth
dependable as the seasons
Taciturn Yankees one and all
Of older stuff and remembering the creed
of holding the tongue, stiff upper lip
and shoulder to the task at hand
Idle hands they have not
And we are richer for it.
September 20, 2005 12:41 – While I was driving to work this morning on Rte 101 in NH, one of the NHPR reporters was talking about the new Encyclopedia of New England (http://www.unh.edu/news/news_releases/2005/september/em_050919encyclopedia.htm). They were commenting how New England isn’t just made up of maple syrup, town meetings, and taciturn Yankees.
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Sunday, September 18, 2005
Pearls of Rain
Captured on a web in a yew bush in front of Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH; September 17, 2005 - 2:00pm
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Friday, September 16, 2005
Walking with Paul
I wanted to call this “walking with the prophet”
Because I feel he was more like the exhorter Elijah
Guiding his path, putting the words in his mouth,
Not the reformed apostle of Christ
Week on week he marched us through
Each lesson crystallized in the living text
Of the epistle to the Romans
Leading to a new trail through Philippians
Starting next week
I could see the power, the joy
Welling up through the text, the common stories
The current times imbued with the ancient ones
Being brought with the unseen congregation in Rome
To a fuller understanding of his message
Then and now
For each of us
September 16, 2005 9:46
Because I feel he was more like the exhorter Elijah
Guiding his path, putting the words in his mouth,
Not the reformed apostle of Christ
Week on week he marched us through
Each lesson crystallized in the living text
Of the epistle to the Romans
Leading to a new trail through Philippians
Starting next week
I could see the power, the joy
Welling up through the text, the common stories
The current times imbued with the ancient ones
Being brought with the unseen congregation in Rome
To a fuller understanding of his message
Then and now
For each of us
September 16, 2005 9:46
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
She's an Artist
Miss Erica is right
looking at the handiwork
of the spinster on the loom
rich clear lines of silk
spun for errant prey
and sheer pleasure
caught in the houselights
for a moment or two
but busy all night long
catching her dinner
September 13, 2005 19:45 (written while the photo uploaded... thank you dialup...)
(photo by Ray Foss)
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A New School
(a song for Erica)
I’m in a new school
I’m the new face
With my great style, I’m here
To brighten up the place
I have new friends to meet
to share a giggle and greet
My school is just down the block
With my determination, I can’t be beat
I’m a year older and wiser it’s true
Fourth grade and all of that
With it getting colder
I’ll soon be wearing a hat
New outfits and hair
To start the year
A knapsack too
To stow my gear
Down Cedar onto Beech
My school is in easy reach
I study hard, it’s not a quirk
Oh great, more homework…
September 13, 2005 16:44
Monday, September 12, 2005
The danger of enjoying closeup photography
Is that you can actually take such a shot (photo by Ray Foss)
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Saturday, September 10, 2005
Google vision
(photos by Ray Foss)
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Momma's First Day too - 9/10/05
We are all really proud of you honey!
We love you and support you as you start college
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Friday, September 09, 2005
Shanequa, Erica & Shyanne - Going to School - 9/9/05
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Shy Shy’s First Day
Hair just so in her pretty pig tails
Don’t you know
“How do I look, daddy?”
Drips from her lips
New dress so sharp
Brand new stiff before the first washing
Big shy sly grin on her face
Prancing in the office
Impatient for the beginning
Backpack with snack and juice
Ready to start her day
Fruit loops in her tummy
Smile for the camera,
Memorialized
We march down the street
She with her mommy
Big sissy on her own
Me with her little sister
Kindergarten awaits
On her first day.
Hurry up light.
September 9, 2005 11:12
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Thursday, September 08, 2005
A Mirage of Frozen Dew
Harkenings of memories and moments to come…
Summer leads to fall
Fog over the fields and marshes, the wet places, again
Dew so thick on the highway shoulder
Like wet frozen cumulous clouds,
or a cotton bowl roughly carded to cull the seeds,
the dew was caught in the course field grass
at the edge of the black,
lit white in the morning light,
a mirage of frozen dew
all too soon a reality
September 8, 2005 12:09 (title drafted 9/8/05 12:25am)
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Summer leads to fall
Fog over the fields and marshes, the wet places, again
Dew so thick on the highway shoulder
Like wet frozen cumulous clouds,
or a cotton bowl roughly carded to cull the seeds,
the dew was caught in the course field grass
at the edge of the black,
lit white in the morning light,
a mirage of frozen dew
all too soon a reality
September 8, 2005 12:09 (title drafted 9/8/05 12:25am)
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Spider - St. Lucia - in the bush and on a hand
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Wednesday, September 07, 2005
She is...
She is the other half
of who I am,
the part of me that truly believes
in me unconditionally,
the place in my heart that dreams
and soars above the day to day
ready for whatever the future holds
in God's plan
for us.
She is
my wife!
September 6, 2005 22:21
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Monday, September 05, 2005
Ruth in the Rain in St. Lucia
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Rolling Stone
Like an army general on parade
reviewing the troops in the convoy
tooling down the highway into battle
I drove by the armada of trucks, working soldiers
Marching down the black asphalt
to toil in the fields of corporate battle,
almost watching for the salute,
as their driver’s heads turned left
Rolling stone, a flatbed trailer towed by a dump truck
a frozen army of roaming cornerstones
lined up in neat ordered rows
like soldiers in the D-Day landing craft
or those unearthed Chinese terracotta army men
with stories to tell of their exploits
if we could only hear the whispers of stone
That truck was in pursuit of an 18-wheeler hauling square pipe
and an asphalt tanker truck, carrying the new road with him, and
countless lesser support vehicles,
with their wares emblazoned on the sides,
banners held high of their regiments and their causes,
like the charges in Civil War reenactments.
A division of brothers in arms
making fast for their destination
each morning on the highway heading east
September 5, 2005 21:52 (about my ride to work on the morning on Auust 23, 2005, on Rte 101 Eastbound in NH, around exit 4)
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reviewing the troops in the convoy
tooling down the highway into battle
I drove by the armada of trucks, working soldiers
Marching down the black asphalt
to toil in the fields of corporate battle,
almost watching for the salute,
as their driver’s heads turned left
Rolling stone, a flatbed trailer towed by a dump truck
a frozen army of roaming cornerstones
lined up in neat ordered rows
like soldiers in the D-Day landing craft
or those unearthed Chinese terracotta army men
with stories to tell of their exploits
if we could only hear the whispers of stone
That truck was in pursuit of an 18-wheeler hauling square pipe
and an asphalt tanker truck, carrying the new road with him, and
countless lesser support vehicles,
with their wares emblazoned on the sides,
banners held high of their regiments and their causes,
like the charges in Civil War reenactments.
A division of brothers in arms
making fast for their destination
each morning on the highway heading east
September 5, 2005 21:52 (about my ride to work on the morning on Auust 23, 2005, on Rte 101 Eastbound in NH, around exit 4)
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Miss Erica
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Sunday, September 04, 2005
Planned Serendipity
We seem to be living
a life of planned serendipity,
scripted moments, rather than pure chance
the consequences of more than mere free will
We turned our choices over
in repeated moments of prayer and reflection
To let Your will be done through us
How blessed we feel when we see the fruits
The not so random experiences unfolding
before our marveling eyes.
Lessons in scripture, in the words of our pastors,
in the circumstances around us;
feeling our lives are part of your plan.
9/4/05 23:32
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a life of planned serendipity,
scripted moments, rather than pure chance
the consequences of more than mere free will
We turned our choices over
in repeated moments of prayer and reflection
To let Your will be done through us
How blessed we feel when we see the fruits
The not so random experiences unfolding
before our marveling eyes.
Lessons in scripture, in the words of our pastors,
in the circumstances around us;
feeling our lives are part of your plan.
9/4/05 23:32
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Saturday, September 03, 2005
Coconut Bay
Now That would be a tough jigsaw puzzle...
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Their Beautiful Mother
On the balcony of our room at Coconut Bay Resort & Spa, Vieux Fort, St. Lucia
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Butterfly Princess, Cheerleader, Victorian Princess - October 2004
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Shyanne - Bubble Girl - December 2004
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Friday, September 02, 2005
Out of the Clear Blue Sky
The sky was so clear and blue today
it took my attention away
from the walk to the bank
where I needed to go
Water in the air
makes me stop and stare
at the blueness there is
in the sky, the edge of the dome
The arc of the sphere
we hold so dear
The water planet he saved
from the flood.
September 2, 2005 22:54
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it took my attention away
from the walk to the bank
where I needed to go
Water in the air
makes me stop and stare
at the blueness there is
in the sky, the edge of the dome
The arc of the sphere
we hold so dear
The water planet he saved
from the flood.
September 2, 2005 22:54
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Globe
I saw this glass globe on the counter at the New Hamsphire Federal Credit Union in Durham, NH this lunch hour. The teller said it was from a shop in Washington, DC. It is nice having a digital camera.
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Chairs, Dartmouth College Graduation, May 1994
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Gay Head Cliffs, Martha's Vineyard, July 1995
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Thursday, September 01, 2005
Picture for my profile
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The tragedy of being in the room when Shyanne decides to play Dress Up...
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Toxic Gumbo
I see the pain on their face
The water all over the place
It is terrible to see
I ache inside of me
Far north from their plight
I hope they all can take flight
To escape the pain they feel
And know our prayers for them are real
We know You can touch their lives
To make sense of their devastation and loss
So watch over them all we pray
And hold them close to You each day
Dear Lord, hear this plea
That they can be free
Of the loss they know so well
In that toxic gumbo of hell
The water all over the place
It is terrible to see
I ache inside of me
Far north from their plight
I hope they all can take flight
To escape the pain they feel
And know our prayers for them are real
We know You can touch their lives
To make sense of their devastation and loss
So watch over them all we pray
And hold them close to You each day
Dear Lord, hear this plea
That they can be free
Of the loss they know so well
In that toxic gumbo of hell
September 1, 2005 8:27
Toxic Gumbo
Hurricane Katrina
and flooding in New Orleans’
9th ward
and the rest of the Gulf region
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Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Fuzzy Swears
Some have heard of “fuzzy logic”,
that “powerful problem-solving methodology (blah, blah, blah) …”
(no, not just what Shanequa or Erica uses on me,
though they do make me go huh)?)),
and I just saw a set of fuzzy dice driving down 101 Friday night
on the rear view mirror
in a vintage canary yellow 1940’s Chevy Coupe with NH plates
all buffed and polished for the tourists
But what about the everyday villains, the subtle stalkers,
The fuzzy swear, curse, cuss
Foul language in spun candy
Words to spit with less spin, less bite
A bit of fancy
“Fudge Ripple Ice Cream”, “Oh Milk Bones!”
“Prune Whip” (ooooh that is a good juicy one)
Where harsher terms of art
May struggle, balk, jostle
to roll off the tongue
Clipped by place, norms, conscience
And others squirt out
to smirk, chuckle, cringe, and fluster…
Fuzzy, cuddly words
Where others would play
August 30, 2005 11:12
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that “powerful problem-solving methodology (blah, blah, blah) …”
(no, not just what Shanequa or Erica uses on me,
though they do make me go huh)?)),
and I just saw a set of fuzzy dice driving down 101 Friday night
on the rear view mirror
in a vintage canary yellow 1940’s Chevy Coupe with NH plates
all buffed and polished for the tourists
But what about the everyday villains, the subtle stalkers,
The fuzzy swear, curse, cuss
Foul language in spun candy
Words to spit with less spin, less bite
A bit of fancy
“Fudge Ripple Ice Cream”, “Oh Milk Bones!”
“Prune Whip” (ooooh that is a good juicy one)
Where harsher terms of art
May struggle, balk, jostle
to roll off the tongue
Clipped by place, norms, conscience
And others squirt out
to smirk, chuckle, cringe, and fluster…
Fuzzy, cuddly words
Where others would play
August 30, 2005 11:12
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 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Monday, August 29, 2005
Menacing Insects
A big fat black dirigible of a fly
careening around the office
buzzed me, like a test pilot and the tower.
I could feel its clumsy wake
Before it landed on the wall taunting me to strike back
Carol said, “They’re huge this time of year,
you could almost put a saddle on them,”
The banter reminded me of the June Bug
that flew into the tip of my nose
last week on the walk to my car
Leading me to laugh at the silliest workers’ comp claim in history
When I got whiplash from the impact.
Oh what the paperwork would have been
August 29, 2005 12:25
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 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
careening around the office
buzzed me, like a test pilot and the tower.
I could feel its clumsy wake
Before it landed on the wall taunting me to strike back
Carol said, “They’re huge this time of year,
you could almost put a saddle on them,”
The banter reminded me of the June Bug
that flew into the tip of my nose
last week on the walk to my car
Leading me to laugh at the silliest workers’ comp claim in history
When I got whiplash from the impact.
Oh what the paperwork would have been
August 29, 2005 12:25
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 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Summer 2000 - pictures from the PowerPoint presentation - Poetry Where You Live - part 3
Rippled sunset, Shimmer 1, Shimmer 2, Summer Sun Fisher, Sunday Afternoon, Sunset Over Cove, Swains at Night, Wet Birch Leaf, Wild Blueberry
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 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
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