January 25, 2004
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FireHouse
At the 16th Street Baptist Church
I am surrounded by children,
Youth alive in their lack of knowing
Or not
That in minutes
They’ll be gnawed on.
Come morning, they were grave
Yet laughing, my
Brothers giggling,
Mock-fighting, making
Faces grim and crooked
With bacon for no appetite,
Eggs and a mother’s hollow chagrin.
When we drank from the fountain
Our lips touched the same water;
Yet when the water hit me -
Cold and prickly -
My shocked body was pretzled
My spirit pummeled & soaring
My arm cocked in dismissal.When you followed me,
Equally drenched in their scorn,
You reached out chasing
Like the Deity once did.
By them, we were senseless.
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Baptism Back Then (Marla Marla)
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Edwards would make it anyone’s game. Nobody should underestimate a likable person.
Liking:
Monroe Mustang BT – ET
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wind and waves
That day when evening came, he said to his disciples, “Let’s go over to the other side.” Leaving the crowd behind, they took him along, just as he was, in the boat. Mark 4:35-38
Comments (12)
You’re a true poet, Danielplanet. That third stanza has multiple levels. You write with so many layers… I love it.
there was an excellent MLK biography on PBS a few days ago.
my goodness so much depth and creativity and magic. can you just marry me now? haha just kidding. beautiful poem. i could see the whole thing happening infront of my eyes.
lovely.
mmm your writing is so graceful.
just so wonderful… both your mind and style.
AR
audrey hepburn is my idol.
nice!
sweet sense of emotional purification after reading your entry(despite the fact that i am not a christian), as always.
I reread to distill, I see scenes but I wonder what it’s about. I think conflagration and massacre. I think about chickens and how they’re kept in cages until time to go, time to go. I think about the taking of lives and about being taken against ones own will.
Do you think Audrey was a smoker?
I liked the first stanza. brilliant.cardigans and swing dancing. sounds like the good life to me. I’ll tell stories too. loads and loads of memories pouring out onto the minds of developments disguised as children. exciting.
i like audrey, looking at the graphics you choose, and that last piece about your grandfather.
I Love you