The era of the genome,
powerful
for healthy people.
Skeptics attempt debate
despite studies, dollars-
The unexpected
affects
a few.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
blockout #2
I think I might be obsessed with this new way of creating poetry. I did another one after my first and I really like this one too!
The first homily was everything
From politics to prayer,
A church focused on
Contemporary experience.
Parishoners light up-
A disarming relationship-
A weekly television program-
Maybe jokes, a bit of catechism-
But smiles,
Expressive and enthusiatic,
Demonstrate a list of ills,
"Treasure" in accessible and friendly terms-
Faith escaping fact.
The first homily was everything
From politics to prayer,
A church focused on
Contemporary experience.
Parishoners light up-
A disarming relationship-
A weekly television program-
Maybe jokes, a bit of catechism-
But smiles,
Expressive and enthusiatic,
Demonstrate a list of ills,
"Treasure" in accessible and friendly terms-
Faith escaping fact.
Monday, April 27, 2009
blockout poem
I made my first block out poem with group staff and I liked my results. The original article was about the fear of a swine flu pandemic. Here it is:
Predicting is a dicey endeavor-
A threat,
A side effect-
The unexpected development
Of books, articles, and
Discussions.
Panic- that virus-
Emerged,
And on the side of caution,
Experts retired,
Circumspect in their answers.
But medications
Can infect,
Standard sanitizers
In the outbreak of
Reassurances.
Predicting is a dicey endeavor-
A threat,
A side effect-
The unexpected development
Of books, articles, and
Discussions.
Panic- that virus-
Emerged,
And on the side of caution,
Experts retired,
Circumspect in their answers.
But medications
Can infect,
Standard sanitizers
In the outbreak of
Reassurances.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
communion
Taste my richness,
Let me satiate your soul.
Take my blood for your thirst
And my flesh for your food.
Consume my brokenness-
My perfect weakness-
And never want again.
For I am Sustenance
That does not flag,
I am Life that cannot die,
And I am Rest.
Let me satiate your soul.
Take my blood for your thirst
And my flesh for your food.
Consume my brokenness-
My perfect weakness-
And never want again.
For I am Sustenance
That does not flag,
I am Life that cannot die,
And I am Rest.
Night
Night unfolds her velvet gown
And reaches out to touch the hem
Of Day’s retreating form.
Softly, Softly,
She steals away the light,
And folds up Morning’s gown
In chests of deepest blue,
To wait until Darkness,
Has carried out her silent parade-
Then Light once more her golden skirts will shake,
And dance her way across an azure sky.
And reaches out to touch the hem
Of Day’s retreating form.
Softly, Softly,
She steals away the light,
And folds up Morning’s gown
In chests of deepest blue,
To wait until Darkness,
Has carried out her silent parade-
Then Light once more her golden skirts will shake,
And dance her way across an azure sky.
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