Ink Pastries

Little rhyming poems that are delectable, and a few side dishes.

THE LONG HALLWAY (POEM)

 (click on poem to go to an article that also inspired this poem)

The long ever-darkening hallway
is how one man described his descent–
it started out light then become more gray
as did the “greeters” who there were sent.
They took his hands and gently at first,
with smiles, lead him further along
but as it got real dark, their anger burst
and they became an attacking throng.
They bit him, clawed him, yelled insults
and did the work they’d been told to do.
And the man, who recognized these adults,
began to scream (as would I or you).
Then on the ground, feeling torn to shit
he called, “God have mercy on me.”
Again he called out, until the attackers quit
and he was lifted to a place he could see
that Jesus was there, and asked him this:
would you like to be saved from hell?
And he said, “Yes I would, how did I miss
the point of life: to remember I fell?
And to make amends to the God I left
in a huff, thinking Satan was right
when he said God purposely made me bereft
of what is mine, then with him, I took flight.
No, Satan lied, and I followed his pride
over a cliff that would kill me unless
I repented of the choice to know evil inside:
give the guilt of that to God–to confess.
This is the story of a man pronounced “dead”
and while “dead,” he was granted a vision:
a chance to see what happens, but he lived instead
so he could share the results of “decision.”
We decide by default for Satan when we
don’t repent and bury guilt down deep
instead of giving it to God, who would set us free
from the cliff that awaits the lost sheep.

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ARE YOU LOOKING AT THE BARS OR THROUGH THEM? (POEM)

You can look AT the bars of this prison we’re in
or you can look beyond them, and repent of the sin
of us doubting that we were already in the best place–
we all refused God and we all refused grace.
But God does forgive that we need to explore
and pull away from His Wisdom, and walk out that door,
but He provided a return path: in the personage of
the first soul who left Home, then returned there for Love.
Then returned here to show us, it just takes this one choice:
to abdicate flesh and spirit to find a throne in God’s voice.
To Him we’re never slaves–we’ve free will to receive
all the gifts God gives children who, in His Love, believe.

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GOD TAKES OUR BURDEN WHEN….(POEM)

GOD TAKES OUR BURDEN WHEN WE REPENT

Eve’s sin was in not trusting Adam’s report
that God had told him “just don’t eat that one tree’s fruit.”
Her naive curiosity made her a sport
for Satan’s lies which he then planted: they took root.

But Adam’s sin was that (for what?) he sought to please
his “wife” by following her and doing as SHE said.
He knew exactly what God said about those trees–
he KNEW God had said, “eat this and you’ll be dead.”

So when Eve cajoled, he disregarded truth,
thinking “death” was instant, not a varied thing—
he thought that God had lied to him: Eve had her “youth”
not knowing age was something only time would bring.

By not believing God, they gave birth to a feud–
the clock began to tick–their ignorance was set.
Upon his eating, both could see that they were nude–
sick with shame they sought defensiveness–to vet.

Eve shunned responsibility: she blamed the snake–
Adam blamed her, for it was her choice that he chose!
But both refused to own, to God, their first mistake
so guilt remained: a burden, that with aging, grows.

What do we mostly do with burdens: yes, denial
while our shoulders bend and weep under the weight.
We do movies, hobbies–what turns down the dial
of our conscience till we die, and it’s too late.

Or we engage in a kind of remorse, eat fatty food,
smoke cigarettes, drink alcohol, commit suicide.
When only repentance could relieve us of the rude
belief: “God won’t forgive; I have my pride.”

It’s repentance that’s the free will gift we’re given:
to change our mind and ASK OF GOD what we don’t know.
When by God’s Spirit, we’re born again, by Him we’re driven
to share with others The Way, and hope they’ll want to go!

BUT FRIEND, beware of folks who shun curiosity
when it’s God you ask–instead, it’s “listen to ME.”
When they distrust God talks to you, it’s animosity
of the kind that Satan had: they’ve got envy.

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WHAT DO PARABLES TEST FOR IN US? (POEM)

THE PARABLES TEST US FOR THE TRAIT OF CURIOSITY

Why did Jesus use, for us, the parable–
those little nuggets that begat the truth or not?
He was planting to see if we were arable:
if, in this body, we had a memory of the plot

and here’s the plot: we once were in
God’s kingdom, serving and, not yet, exposed to sin
but then the “gods,” they had a fight
and some of us, in fear, with “brother,” we took flight

but where we went and what that left us with
was the author of the “more is better” myth:
and it was our decision in that moment to
follow him into this universe and “do” and “do.”

until the aging that comes naturally of that,
of thinking this a race and we’re just like a rat,
gets the better of our vessel and we die
often settling for man’s answer as to why!!

It’s curiosity that makes a small child seem
able to learn, with His Creator, as a team.
And that’s why Jesus never shunned a question asked!
It’s in curiosity, not mindless worship, that he basked!

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WHERE IT COMES FROM (POEM)

WHERE THE POETRY CAME FROM
Everything I’ve done when I’ve tried
to please other people has died
like a cloud in the wind, there’s no land to defend–
I had little for which to feel pride.
Let me list:
a) a degree I most likely won’t use,
b) a bunch of jobs I’ve done with no clout.
Only God has created me as a being who’s
got any talent–before, I went without.
And so now, let me give Him the credit that’s due!
He has given me for what I so longed:
which is a purpose, a skill,
a destiny to fulfill,
and knowing that it’s myself I have wronged.

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TRUE GRIT (POEM)

TRUE GRIT

The day we are willing to risk popular standing
with every single person we’ve met
is the day we understand what we should be understanding:
for Truth, it is blood we must sweat.
Job had to learn it so why shouldn’t you,
and why shouldn’t I have to learn the same lesson, too?
But once we’ve surrendered up that last little bit
we witness to God’s Spirit: we embody true grit.

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A CONTRITE SPIRIT BRINGS GOD’S PROTECTION (SHORT POEM)

A CONTRITE SPIRIT GIVES US GOD’S PROTECTION

It is only when I realized the world is Satan’s cesspool
and I’m the biggest shitter of them all,
that I had a contrite spirit–I was ready to go to school
and learn the truth about the angels’ and my fall.

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WE BLAME THE ONE WHO GAVE US CHOICE (POEM)

WE BLAME THE ONE WHO GAVE US A CHOICE

I sat next to him as he called my Master
and Father a bastard, with hate:
he blamed God for every single disaster
his disobedience made possible, of late.

The problem with humans is we fail to see
beyond the gate, to the days when we chose
to be where we are, we rebelled to be “free”
of whom loved us. “God’s mean,” we suppose.

But when we TRY to remember the ancient of days–
before Heaven became “not enough”–
we remember how God never asked for our praise:
it is peace that He gave us, not stuff.

It is we who are enticed by the physical things
that leaving His realm made us “of”–
we’re all lured by the pleasure we think leaving brings
but that turns into pain, dear, not Love.

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Poem (some of you liked) got published in local paper

http://www.boulderweekly.com/article-14374-letters.html

I sent it as a fluke and someone who lives in Boulder emailed me and said, “Hey, I saw your poem in the paper.”

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WHERE WE CAME FROM (POEM)

WE ARE TEMPORARILY FREE TO DECIDE

I mourn for those who don’t listen to reason:
we must squarely take all the blame
for our chosen paths and the inherent treason
in listening to the evil which came

to our spirits, which told us what we “should” do:
things beyond what the Father had told us–
we were thrown in a pit, with lies that weren’t true,
into slavery. Like Levi, they sold us.

Every person we see walking streets, breathing air,
was brought to this land from that pit.
Like the Israelites freed, God heard our despair
and lifted us up–saw us fit

to hear the Truth once more, we and they
remembered that place long ago:
the bosom of God, and our impulse to pray,
is the result of what, deep down, we know!

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