It Depends (10:00 PM) (Hour 14)

~ D², @d2poetry

What matters most
shifts with time,
temperament,
experience,
and purpose

At 10, toys
At 15, boys
At 20, cars
At 25, money
At 30, men
At 35, family
At 40, freedom
At 45, peace
At 50, I count it all joy

When I am sleepy,
I need rest

When I am hungry,
I need food

When I am restless,
I need entertainment

When I am lonely,
I need a friend

When a novice,
I need instruction

When experienced,
I need to train

When motivated by the world,
I need power, sex, and/or money

When motivated by Jesus,
all I need it to call His Name

 

~ D², 06.22.19, 10:19 PM
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Reality Check (9:00 PM) – edit done (Hour 13)

~ D², @d2poetry

Being
underscores
Doing

Doing
produces
Having

World says…

having
is related to doing
which is guided by “I am”

Meaning…

if have much
then doing much, so
worthy much

Conversely…

lack in having is directly related to
lack in doing which is caused by a
lack in being

but, through Christ you…

share in God’s kingdom
are called to do Kingdom work
grow to be like The Son

Divine
reality
upends the world’s,

so by faith…

Grace
provides
beyond ability

Mercy
intercedes with compassion
over failures in doing

Repentance and Forgiveness
corrects and covers
where character falls short

~ D², 06.22.19, 7:44 PM
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Untitled Mess (8:00 PM) – edit done (Hour 12)

~ D², @d2poetry

Can’t grab words
swirling in
head or
line them up
in any cogent order
to create a poem
even a statement
worthy of this
piece of paper
lost in
overwhelm
but, refuse to
surrender
pushing through
will land this plane
even though arriving
nowhere.

~ D², 06.22.19, 8:28 PM
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Other Ground (7:00 PM) (Hour 11)

~ D², @d2poetry

To date
176 US Mass Shootings

Though the calendar has
only progressed
153 days

In danger of becoming
Mute to the shock of the story
Deaf to the cries of the injured
Numb to the grief to the mourning

Starting to look
the other way

Losing a compassionate grip
on humanity

While struggling to
sanely make it
through the day

But,

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus Christ, my righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name

On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.
(Lyrics by Williams Batchelder Bradbury, 1816-1868)

 

~ D², 06.22.19, 7:44 PM
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Cycles (6:00 PM) – edit done (Hour 10)

~ D², @d2poetry

I forgave you
went on with my life
until
I heard someone
speak out your name
so,
I forgave you
went on with my life
until
I received a
“You’ve Got Mail”
from your account
so,
I forgave you
went on with my life
until
I left on read
a late-night
“WYD” text
so,
I forgave you
went on with my life
until
I declined that
intrusive
FaceTime request
so,
I forgave you
went on with my life
until
I answered “unknown caller”
connecting me to you
live
so,
I forgave you
went on with my life
until
I was face-to-face
by surprise
so,
I forgave you
went on with my life
until
I met someone
with the same name
so,
I forgave you
went on with my life
until
they had your
same ways
so,
I forgave you
went on with my life
until
I transformed
my life
so,
finally,
I forgave you
and,
went on with my life.

~ D², 06.22.19, 6:11 PM
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Flossing (5:00 PM) – edit done (Hour 9)

~ D², @d2poetry

Some folks will
chew you up
extract all
the vital juices
spit you out

then

get mad at you for
lingering flesh
stuck between
their teeth

~ D², 06.22.19, 5:10 PM
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The Heart of the Matter (4:00 PM) – edit done (Hour 8)

~ D², @d2poetry

Capture

a millisecond
of thought

a millisecond
of idea

a millisecond
of emotion

a millisecond
of experience

admire it
cherish it
love on it

ride the rhythm of it
with
words

words you can’t create
words already formed
already defined

just pick them and combine

send them
out
in new structure
new form

monuments of focused
repackaged
and redemptive love

mirroring example divine

…and, for God so loved the world…

…God sent Her Word…

…Her Son…

~ D², 06.22.19, 4:23 PM
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Disappearing Act (3:00 PM) – edit done (Hour 7)

~ D², @d2poetry

Can I get lost-
in you?

Can I enter inside
every motivation
that led to your creation while
my existence forgotten?

Can I absorb every detail
that fleshes out the outlines
tracing your
beginning to end?

Can I swim in the rhythm
of your themes
your lessons
drowning out my obsessions?

Can I collapse into your plot holes
digging out with
my reason surrendered?

Can I flood your words
in my brain, while the
channels give way
so mine escape?

Can I dissect
your every section,
measure up mine
in comparison
being okay
when outshined?

Can I immerse myself
into your glory,
while ignoring my story?

Can I just get lost
for a few precious moments
in this book?

~ D², 06.22.19, 3:24 PM
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PUI suggestion by Kelli KB
PUI: Disappearing Act
This suggestion was to write on love affairs. I wrote on how I love to get lost in fiction books/novels.

Every Day Sheros (2:00 PM) – edit done (Hour 6)

~ D², @d2poetry

Every morning
wake up
get dressed
ensure everyone is fed
pack lunches
with a snack
load ‘em up
carpool to school
shuttle to the job
answer calls
calls made
serve up food
tables cleaned
attach part “A” to part “B”
break for 15
eat from brown bag
back for last shift
rush to get kids before
penalty after six
drive home hearing stories
check papers, grades
fix hot plates
make sure veggies are fed
order “ready for bed”
clean up what’s left
exhale when done, then
lie down to prepare for
every morning.

~ D², 06.22.19, 1:16 PM
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PUI suggestion by Brian Sieve
PUI: Every Day Sheroes
This suggestion had a lot to condensed and I decide to celebrate that which is deeply needed but often overlooked.

Djembe (1:00 PM) – edit done (Hour 5)

~ D², @d2poetry

Pure energy
felt in my heart
a B-line to my soul
reaching through centuries
connecting history bold
rocking tribal cadence
community cradling love

syncopating dreams of future
undulating lessons of past
beats loosely choreograph
bare feet in frenetic action

hind-parts swaying
bent arms signaling

synchronicity

movements

pulsating moments

metered measurements of elongated hypnotic stanzas

Ride that rhythm
Chile’
Ride

~ D², 06.22.19, 1:16 PM
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PUI suggestion by Lynette Sledge Watson
PUI: Djembe
The suggestion was to create a piece where I am dancing to music on I can hear.