Category: poetry (page 1 of 4)

New Poetry Book Cover

Here’s the cover for the new poetry book, Cover Me:

Let me know what you think!

New Poetry Book

Stay tuned for a new release!

Cover Me will be my fourth book of poetry, but its focus is a bit different. Whereas my previous books we concentrated on what I would call the soul, this one focuses on the spirit, and is centered around the Almighty and my relationship with such.

I hope that the new book encourages and uplifts. It will be released within the next few days.  Here is a sample of one of the poems:

Benevolent universe
infinite light
hold me together
keep me aright

help me to trust thee
teach me to live
walk me in wholeness
and wholly forgive

all of my frailty
my anger and fear
as I also pardon
the ones far and near

who cause me to stumble
and shake me within
open my lips now
to once more begin

to sing of your praises
unknowable worth
spark yet within me
a holy rebirth.

 

Lament

Where have you gone, O Lord, and why
have you enclosed yourself with sky?
My prayers go up as score on score
but heaven’s shut like iron door
and silence greets my every wail
where once was succor without fail
My tears fall down, my heart in shards,
and yet Your countenance is hard
Forget me not, nor all my deeds
I worked for You, the many seeds
I sowed in ground you gave me here
Your promises I thought were clear
and yet I have not seen them come
to pass, no not a single one,
and so I sit in ash and dust
and cling to you wherein I trust
that though the darkness is yet vast
there will be time when it has passed
then I will see your hand so clear
and know things aren’t as they appear
my soul is wrung, my strength is gone
I’m weary of the hanging on
please send me comfort, word of life,
and help me see You in the strife
I only ask for crusts of bread,
sustain me here, I’m nearly dead
from worry, disappointment too,
oh come to me, I’m begging You
give ears to hear and eyes to see
that You have not abandoned me
and I will sing your praises loud
with hands aloft and my head bowed
until you come and lift my chin
and tell me I’m Your child again.

Advent

Benevolent universe
infinite light
hold me together
keep me aright
help me to trust thee
teach me to live
walk me in wholeness
and wholly forgive
all of my frailty
my anger and fear
as I also pardon
the ones far and near
who cause me to stumble
and shake me within
open my lips now
to once more begin
to sing of your praises
unknowable worth
spark yet within me
a holy rebirth.

Blue

The sky is blue
the clouds pure white
it is, I think,
a lovely sight
 
the breeze is slight
and quiet sits
upon the landscape
birds do flit
 
there’s beauty all
around and yet
it cannot pierce
my deep regret
 
it cannot calm
darkening mind
it cannot leave
sorrow behind
 
the black abyss
is always there
and joy and grace
are found elsewhere
 
for here am I
my frame is bent
I am all dross
without a vent
 
and if I could
be something new
I’d be a single
drop of dew
 
I’d sit upon
my blade of grass
one single morn
is all I’d last
But I am man
and yet remain
throughout the day
within the pain
 
So I pen rhyme
plan my escape
to quietly
evaporate.

Untitled

alone

in  a crowd

craving

something

I will never have

pinned

bug-like

to the canvas

where

I scrabble

and scrape

moving

without ever

going

anywhere.

The Normal Suit

Get out of bed
reach for the suit
step in and zip it up

enclose the heart
so no one sees
and all day keep it shut

make smallish talk
throughout the day
pretend that all is good

do not let on
smile prettily
just like a nice girl should

oh Normal Suit!
my Normal Suit!
how you protect me well!

without you here
to have and wear
t’would be a living hell

for time’s a crook
and life’s a bitch
without you all would see

that I’m a fake
and nothing’s real
as it’s supposed to be

for ugly is 
the face of truth
and hideous the teller

and so I’ll stuff
my truest self
into my heart’s deep cellar

oh Normal Suit!
my Normal Suit!
you’re never, ever tearing

and when I die
you can be sure
that you’ll be what I’m wearing.

Risky

She lived
tempest-like
with clouds in her eyes
and rain at her heels
when she passed through
the debris of his heart
littered 
the ground
but 
(he said)
things seemed greener
sky scrubbed clean and blue
air fresh and sweet
and so he 
found himself
caught up in her turbulence
wound round and round
her center
dizzy
from the heady
winds she blew
but
(he thought)
perhaps 
he was not
so unlike her
after all
it takes a special kind of
crazy
to chase a storm.

Knowing

Sometimes she knew
with absolute certainty
that her life
was going to end
in chaos and destruction
and in those moments
she felt 
a certain 
calm
resignation
to the inevitable
an unshakeable
apprehension
that
she had lived her life
true
to the imbalances
of her mind
and the instability
of her soul
and whoever held on
through the tempest
did so
freely
and being fully cognizant
of the hazards
involved
and with that
in mind
she opened her mouth
and drank deeply
from the
dark streams
that overflowed
her heart.

Newsworthy

The world’s
gone crazy
it seems
and all you hear
is how bad 
it is
wars and
pestilence
and planet earth
trembling
in anguish
reporters
eager
to tell the
worst
of what
is coming
but the news
crews
were not at
my house
when my 
five year old
did a
somersault
for the
first time
and smiled
eyes dancing
turning
his beaming
face
up 
to me.

Older posts

© 2017 Crazy Real

Theme by Anders NorenUp ↑

Bitnami