POEMS BY MEMBERS
WHILE HANGING TINSEL,
CHRISTMAS 2005
Valerie Esker
Will we always
remember this,
the worst hurricane season ever,
just ended, leaving death, destruction, and sorrow?
Can we ever forget
the thousands of young men and women
who gave their lives for a withering cause
in a desert land far away?
We are warned of global
warming,
of imminent pandemics,
of the child predators that abound.
Crystal meth use is
reported
rampant in every neighborhood,
creating zombies of its users.
Oh, the broken homes
producing poverty, angry children,
distraught parents.
We, anguished, witness
these things, Lord,
and we wonder.
We wonder why, and why, and why.
But then the tinsel
glistens,
reflects the meaning of Christmas,
the evergreen shining promise,
of the new earth you vowed
would soon come.
BRAVE ONE
Phyllis Moutray
Being brave and strong,
you told us what is wrong,
and so we know for you
the days are likely few.
Brave man, of course, we pray
to God for you each day,
but then as you've grown worse,
we always add this curse:
"Carcinoma, why
aren't you the one to die?"
BEGIN AGAIN, RENEWED
Jean Even
My house
is like a famine
In a land of plenty where nothing is mine.
The desert wind has blown hot
Against me; now there’s an empty pot.
I will
rise up and be accountable.
Should I say it was sin, and deplorable
At that, to leave me in such a state?
Or it may be a trial by fire, so I won’t hate.
I’ll
return to my land. It will be great
To see the places of my youth where I ate
With loved ones and family I once knew.
I’ll show my respects and begin again, renewed.
In the
light of the Lord I will respond
To bring peace upon me and not to despond.
In my house, God’s love will flourish,
With blessings for all to be nourished.
ICE STORM
Tania Gray
Is this the
height of Ozark grit--in ice?
The zenith of our mettle, fearless pluck,
the skills to cope with winter storm's bad luck,
no power, water, heat, or school--no dice.
We play with pyrotechnics, haul in wood,
use water sparsely, postpone laundry day,
observe the birds, send children out to play,
eat simply, raid the pantry for our food.
Call Mother on the dial telephone--
the fancy cordless pulse phone's blank and mute.
So is the e-mail on the network route.
Hold candles, walking in a half-light zone.
Stay on, thou winter gale and frigid air,
and thereby make of us a closer pair.
JOHN'S CHRISTMAS CAROL
Tom Padgett
My friend is playing Scrooge
this Christmas
so he won't be at our meeting.
He'll be too busy Bah-Humbugging
to write a Christmas greeting,
at least till Marley--the guy
in chains--
brings warnings from Beyond
and ghosts appear, one by one,
three ghosts who correspond
to Ebenezer's Christmas Past,
Present, and Yet to Come.
John--uh Scrooge--will age on stage
and laugh with little Tom Thumb.
No, that's not right--it's
Tiny Tim
that eats Christmas goose
when John--uh Scrooge--metamorphoses
and all bells break loose.
So the play with Christmas
greetings
ends on a happy note,
but Scrooge--John--won't be at our meeting
to read a poem he wrote.
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THE JOYS OF CHRISTMAS
Pat Laster
Cantatas, carols, decorations,
mirth:
providing joys as we observe Christ's birth.
Though ornaments come down from storage space,
They're not put up before December first.
When children's early trimmings go in place,
I swell with so much pride I nearly burst.
Providing joys as we observe Christ's birth:
cantatas, carols, decorations, mirth.
DECEMBER
Nancy Powell
Decorated
trees light up the square
Evergreens
for sale on the corner
Carolers
sing me back to yesteryear
Elves
in red suits ring the loud bells
Mothers
hurry and threaten be good
Boughs
of holly drape the doors
Everyone
is in a great hurry–
Remember
the Christ Child.
ONOMATOPOEIA
Gwen Eisenmann
Touch can be an ouch
for a quick flick,
or a thump on the rump
with a thick stick,
or a tender tap
and a tickle and squeeze
from a squirming tot
giggling to please.
AT SEA AND SLOWING
Harding Stedler
Somewhere they sail the
seas,
weaving among island chains
in the far Pacific.
They escape the constancy
of deadlines . . .
and demanding warlords.
Water as far as eye can see.
No mountains of home,
no greening hillsides.
No meals to fix
or cattle to herd.
They travel in timeless space
where todays are tomorrows
and setting suns are rising.
The Earth-world they left behind
goes on with clocks and routine.
On a day when they return,
their Earth-world will have changed:
older, greener, hotter,
and more fast-paced than
when they left.
The tame and timeless sea,
a distant flashback.
LOST
EDGES AND OTHER SOFT LINES
Judy Young
Steel winter moonlight,
Crisp shadows 'cross the snow,
Black lines of trees and branches,
Midnight intaglio.
Light from the window,
Cold and sharp and clear,
Silhouettes her body
As he draws her near.
His arms wrap around her,
Sharp edges become lost,
The warmth of their breath
Against the night air’s frost.
Soft lines are whispered
With each deliberate stroke,
Amazing what emotions
A painting can evoke.
WHILE YOU TRUST AND OBEY
Henrietta Romman
Only trust . . . just obey.
It's the only right way.
God removes all the pressure
And blesses each treasure
While you trust and obey.
Only trust . . . just obey.
It's the only right way.
God's plan will be clear
As He wipes every tear
While you trust and obey.
Only trust . . . just obey.
It's the only right way.
To admonish God's crowd,
Sing His praises loud
While you trust and obey.
Only trust . . . just obey.
It's the only right way.
As you in wonder stand,
Stay with His giving hand
While you trust and obey.
Only trust . . . just obey.
It's the only right way.
When you worship and rejoice,
Hear the Father's true voice
While you trust and obey.
BECOMING
Mark Tappmeyer
"[He] made himself nothing . .
.being made in human likeness."
Philippians 2:11
He emptied
like an ocean
draining out
its sea-green dance
until He found
Himself in shallows where
a baby might stand a chance
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