Started this blog to put my poetry in one place, which would be better than on generalized writing blog. The blog’s called Poetry salad because poetry is an aside to the writing I have usually done like the side salad in a dinner of fish and chips. It’s often the revising of a poem and getting the meter and rhythm sounding right that is most off-putting. So my poetry is more likely free verse, not exactly adhering to way of meter. I write poetry with the sound of it in mind. The plan is to publish poetry on this blog from all sorts of inspiration.
Girl in black’s secret style she wears on herself, so some say,
Dying inside a room of sorrowful denial walking the street, happy-go-lucky like.
Clamouring crowd of thoughts I can’t hear mine drawing
me close to a street at night from where I drink
from a cup of silence and the clamouring subsides
The rancid cake in one’s well-used mouth,
A god-send in a dieter’s hardest day.
The swift, stale taste,
After months in the cupboard,
Waiting there for him to eat.
A month turned to twenty, and wrath
Lowered at long last, cool at dusk.
Fury doesn’t take hold,
To who the refuge lay near.
The ghosts may come and go, but there is the One,
That if one has faith,
Can deliver the ghosts,
To the pit of their torment.
Peace is what is left behind in the heart of the one who has believed,
At the touch of Christ’s mighty hand one is free.
Ghosts are busted,
Enemies become friends in some neck of the woods,
But rare if it did.
No matter, it did.
Ghosts are busted,
Never to come back again,
Delivered from the earth,
Exhumed from all existence,
I wish this could happen again.
On Christmas Day it did.
I praise the Lord, it can happen again—
Next year. On Christmas Day it will.
Many ghosts have gone, but others will come again.
Except Christmas Day when ghosts are busted again.
Loyalty to the one who is born,
Brought stars, men and shepherds,
To gather for Him.
Whirling in space, suspended in air, giddy; because I fell short.
Though I loved you so.
Looking in a place he wouldn’t go,
a corpse or two not fooling him, though.