Thankfulness
Dear Lord, our blessings over-flow.
Thank you for our health.
It is great to be alive,
especially Memaw who is still with us.
(She does need a lot of help.)
Thank you for country music.
It is great to listen to at night,
especially the sentimental songs.
(Makes we want to drown my sorrows.)
Thank you for our shoebox of pictures.
It is great to have precious memories,
especially old ones from another day.
(No one is left that cares.)
Thank you for hickory trees.
It is great to hear twigs twitch,
especially when the wind whips them like chimes.
(This too brings to mind Memaw.)
Thank you for lessons learned.
It is great to learn from trials,
especially when we meant to do our best.
(No one should ask for more.)
And now, we earnestly pray for
quick answers or your
intercession on our
on-going journey of life.
(Sympathy would be nice.)
Banter
Fudge chocolate water
nips at my boat’s keel.
Hurry-up gravy
drips from the clouds.
No fast food here.
No hectic pace.
Merely nature’s spectacle
unseen from home.
No ego-friendly interactions.
No sour-puss expressions.
Unimportant fixations
are without substance.
No clinging perceptions.
No ready comebacks.
Just a clear mind to
hear simple words.
Experience nature’s rhythm
to form staples in your life,
like wholesome banter
amongst friends.
The End Time
The world was a terrible mess
with much resentment and unrest.
So, God sent His son to save
mankind.
Though unwavering in His love, Jesus
was crucified.
On judgment day, He’ll return to
take those good
in thoughts and deed to the promised
land.
So, sinner-man don’t get caught with
your lies.
Report before you run out of time,
cause
you know darn well where you’re
going.
Homer’s Eyes
What did Homer see?
A barren savannah of rocks
resting before the stars in boredom.
A man child in the shadows
dancing before a sea of scalloped bays.
Casually, he started telling a mythical tale.
“Done that,” said the stars.
From Homer’s keen mind,
rushed out words
telling a tale of war’s utter waste.
Harbingers of the sacrifice of a leader’s daughter,
sacrilege of an enemy’s body,
death of heroes,
years wasted and ways lost.
The stars were ever stained
by the cruelties of war.
A realization sighted
by a blind person.
Homer gifted
generations of mankind,
with a war poem on peace.
What did Homer see?
A barren savannah of rocks
resting before the stars in boredom.
A man child in the shadows
dancing before a sea of scalloped bays.
Casually, he started telling a mythical tale.
“Done that,” said the stars.
From Homer’s keen mind,
rushed out words
telling a tale of war’s utter waste.
Harbingers of the sacrifice of a leader’s daughter,
sacrilege of an enemy’s body,
death of heroes,
years wasted and ways lost.
The stars were ever stained
by the cruelties of war.
A realization sighted
by a blind person.
Homer gifted
generations of mankind,
with a war poem on peace.
The Wanderer
Journeys -
trigger deep emotions
long forgotten,
illuminate memories
floating sleepily by,
open gateways for
wandering souls,
harmonize the past
with the future,
sear intuitive images
of our inevitable end,
beckon us
to ponder -
Are we nothing but shadows
dancing in the corner
of our eyes?
Serene Embrace
Primordial images abound
in a slowly draining river,
inhaling egos.
Water never loses its way
roads eventually decay,
leaving great plans in disarray.
Quiet waters reflect havens
free of worries,
silencing anxieties.
Open skies never end
in a blue panache,
spreading sweet serenity.
Egos remain unquenched,
in an emptiness,
beseeching validation.
And as existentialism floats
in this never-ending moat,
nature softly whispers -
Let the river guide you.
Old Tree
Old tree, what do you see?
A life worth sharing?
You stand still, while
life revolves around you.
Is there a purpose, or
just that single view?
You look to the sky, and
it looks back at you.
You’re entrenched in your part
but can’t see the earth’s curve.
I see the universe
but can’t see my place in it.
I care for you
and you for me.
This is our part.
This is our life.
Marc's bio follows:
My poems have appeared in Straylight Magazine, Poet’s Espresso Review, Stray Branch Magazine, Old Red Kimono, Ship of Fools, Song of the San Joaquin Quarterly, Emerald Coast Review, Toasted Cheese Literary Journal, The Sunday Poet, WestWard Quarterly, PKA's Advocate, The Pink Chameleon, JerryJazzMusician.com, and others. I am presently taking graduate courses at the University of West Florida.
He is also the founder of the Santa Rosa County Writer’s Workshop. His chapbooks “Panhandle Poet - Solitude” and “Panhandle Poet - Second Helpings” are available online at barnesandnoble.com.
Let's finish with some music by jazz musicians from Florida.
You may recognize Nat Adderley's "Work Song": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmwsQ_dHrFM
I didn't know that he did "Canteloupe Island"! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_6OKJn4_sho
Pee Wee Ellis has worked with James Brown and Van Morrison, but this song is from a solo album of him:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=odWm7TbUkc4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=odWm7TbUkc4
Mustn't forget Jaco Pastorius. This is his "Portrait of Tracy":
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXOnhzoC-i8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXOnhzoC-i8
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