Category: Poems

So you wrote a poem
And you called it a song
Only counts if you can sing it
Let’s hum along

But if it’s just a poem
Then leave it as you wrote
For I don’t need your melody
To stick in my parched throat

Yet if ye be a singer
Then sing your hearts content
I like to Rage and Hammer on
And scream and bang my head.

What does it mean to serve?
To be in the service of another
To wash the feet and tender oil
To sit with the weak as they pass
To lend shoulder to grief while it lasts

Or do you help my day?
To be there when the toilet’s clogged again
To put my squeaky car back on the road
To come to my rescue in my grave hour
To bless my wedding or baptize my child

Or perhaps action’s calling?
To serve when duty beckons you to arms
To shield your brother’s harm from far away
To protect the unknown with your own life
To put back the pieces when peace finally comes

Or to relieve the woes of folks?
To social workers holding back the brink
To the nurse whose hour saves a child’s life
To the lottery winners who tip a grand
To those who help others with nothing asked
‘Cept
“How can I help you?”

I do not break,
‘Cept for the line,
The cobble stones
Removed by time

I do not build,
‘Cept on the theme,
A lasting home
For my family

What do we make?
With this poetry
Not castle nor treasure
Just memories

Just minuscule
Glimpses
Into the moment
Of the mind’s
Poetic
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