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Bad Spontanoeous Poetry Prayers

A Prayer from St. Meinrad 2011

The winds are blowing through the Indiana hills. Like the winds blow,    Holy Spirit blow through my heart. Blow out the trash and scars   that build up like dead leaves in the fall,   wet and cold,   and laying there with no purpose.  The Indiana wind is no gentle breeze,   but full-throated gusts,   pushing me sideways […]

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A Prayer for Love

Lord,fill me with your love —   a love that is   radical,   exquisite,   long-suffering,   patient,   honest,   true,   magnificent,   overpowering,   empowering,   able to leap small buildings in a single bound,   sacrificial,   better than sliced bread,   and too wonderful for words. Fill me with your love,   so that I can better love   those who you have brought into […]

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Bad Spontanoeous Poetry Creativity

Morning in Missouri

The birds and the deer flit and glidethrough the picture window of my morning. As the steam rises from the cup,and the songs of praise resound in my ears,the cardinals and wrens race from tree to feederoffering their own songs of praise for the glory of the morning. The deer, calm and serene, graze along […]

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Bad Spontanoeous Poetry Faith

Fat Tuesday

Fat Tuesday,an odd descriptor for a man closer to 300 pounds than 200,the Tuesday before–     before sorrow,     before sobriety,     before repentance,     before reflection.On Tuesday, all is right with the world     (so we think),     Carnival,     Mardi Gras,     and the revelry that comes with them. But with the changing of the hour at midnight,     from the Tuesday […]

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Bad Spontanoeous Poetry Creativity

Dance!!

Hands four!Head couples cross over. Balance and swing your partner(with the look and the smile, and the centrifugal force of two bodies spending fact, ending in the perfect position for the next move). Long lines forward and back(most of the time crooked, but sometimes straight and in time to the wonder of all). A quick […]

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Bad Spontanoeous Poetry

Bad Poem #52

“Poems bore me,” I said.“I’m a prose man, rooted in the here and now,   interested only in information.”Words were not to be played around with,     like PlayDough, pushed here and pulled there    to be manipulated on a whim    and then pushed back together as a ball in a can    to sit and slowly dry […]