PoHymn: A Rustling in the Stagnant … September 13th, 2017

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When I Fuss

When I fuss over nothing

I hear laughter from the clouds

As I stomp in fury

A thousand ants scurry to safety

Taking a deep breath

A galaxy is rescued

Smiling at a stranger

Locates the starving child

Look at me, curse my life

And the graveyard moans a desire

My gossiping is spewing lies

Delaying Mother from sprinkling rain

A donation placed in a pauper’s hand

Dribbles a cup of concern to the demented

Voicing my objection to godly science

Giggling angels shake their heads, shrugging

My purpose is meaningful, I find I can

When I abandon my selfish plan.

 

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PoHymn: A Rustling in the Stagnant … May 13th, 2015

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Someone Else

I consider my ache and pain

Then often try to refrain

From complaining of my lot

Blessed by all I’ve got

Please help someone else

 

My talent is very small

To heed a mission call

I am vacant of the will

To chase the dreamer’s thrill

Beckon someone else

 

I am still feeding a child

With appetites often wild

Not ready for common display

My motives in disarray

Find someone else

 

I’m as poor as a pauper’s purse

As beleaguered as a battlefield nurse

Waging a war of my conception

Dodging the pleas for deception

Certainly someone else

 

But the more I resist

The more you persist

So it has finally come to this

Pursuing my hit and many a miss

Alas, I am someone else

 

 

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