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A Special Bulletin

We interrupt our regularly scheduled program for a special bulletin.
You have no need to fear.

Yes, there’s a pestilence loose in the world right now.
But you have no need to fear,
Unless you put your faith in your health.

The stock markets are crashing and the economy seems to be dissolving.
But you have no need to fear,
Unless you put your faith in money.

Someone you love dearly may be ill, or may even have died.
I am with you in your grief, but you have no need to fear,
Unless you put your faith in people.

You doubt the government knows what it is doing.
But you have no need to fear,
Unless you put your faith in government.

The media keeps harping on how bad it all is.
But you have no need to fear,
Unless you put your faith in the media.

The medical system may seem to be failing you.
But you have no need to fear,
Unless you put your faith in medicine.

Your church gives no answers about why this is happening.
But you have no need to fear,
Unless you put your faith in your church leaders.

It’s time to put your faith in the place where there’s never a doubt or failure.
Put your faith in God,
Jesus Christ says you have no need to fear.

“Don’t be afraid,” He said. “Take courage. I am here!” *
Yes, even in your self-isolation.

 

 

*Matthew 14:27 (NLT)

[Photo: Frisky 007 via Wikimedia Commons]

I live with my door shut

Bottom Ten

I live with my door shut.
You can’t come in.
I am alone in my completeness.
I am complete, alone.
I am one,
Only.

SLAM!

I live with my door shut.
It’s cold in here.
My window is open.
It faces against the sun.
But I am too,
Lonely.

SLAM!

I live with my door shut.
Don’t bother me now.
I have things to do
But not with you.
I am testing
One, two three.

SLAM!

I live with my door shut.
But your hand keeps knocking.
You try to open
But I close again.
It’s only for
Me.

CLICK!

I live with my door shut,
A barrier smooth and cool.
It protects my secrets,
Which melt in the light.
Clutch them inside my five
Fingers.

SHUT!

I live with my door shut,
The hinges rusting.
A quarantine sign
Deters you from entry.
There is sick
Here.

CREAK!

I live with my door shut,
Hoping against hope.
Actually not – I’m
All crapped out.
Seven come
Eleven.

WHAM!

I live with my door shut,
An illusion of safety.
A game of chance
For losers, behind
The eight
Ball.

CRACK!

I live with my door shut,
Schrödinger’s Cat.
See me  –
Change me.
Nine
Lives.

HISS!

I live with my door shut,
Hanging by a thread
Over the razor blade of the future.
Not betting on this hand.
Ten
Fold.

(Photo in the Public Domain)

Read more poetry here.

Not all birds Twitter

Twitter Poetry

When Twitter still held a 140 character limit, I filled many sleepy afternoons by writing poems that exactly fit the parameter. What vanity!

‘Twitter Poetry’ never became a thing (I tried), but I saved my efforts anyway. Here are three that I liked, and hope you like reading them.


“Languages” Verbs are sunny days outside. Nouns lock me away. Anger collects all the adjectives. Adverbs subjectify. Sleep is a punctuation.


“Monday” Walk a mile in my shoes shined and ready to going nowhere except to feed the baby needs new shoes. Seven come eleven?? Snake Eyes!!


My Allergies/ Yellow line on curb = no park. Yellow sun in sky = burn issues. Yellow corn in bin = autumn. Yellow dust on car = buy tissues.

Just for fun, in addition to the 140 character poems, I also made each of the paragraphs in this post 140 characters long. I like challenge.

Finally, to poke fun at myself, here is a final Twitter Poem that I wrote today especially for this post, and to give myself the final word.

“Idiom or Idiot?” You’ll find my picture in the Oxford Dictionary of English Idioms on the page with the entry “Too Much Time On His Hands.”

You can read more poetry (possibly more serious poetry) at this link

[Eastern Great Egret photo via Wikimedia Commons by Basile Morin]