A Poem For Your Enjoyment

I recently joined a Writer's Workshop and have been blessed by the quality of writers who attend. At one of the meetings, I told them of my decision I have made regarding my home. The next week, one of the writers, Mr. Robert Louis Covington aka Bob, who has been published several times and writes incredible poetry told me he had written a poem in my honor. When Bob told us the title, one of the ladies commented that perhaps I should wait and hear the poem before accepting it as an honor. We all got a chuckle out of that.

As soon as he started reading the poem, I knew what he was referring to but noticed several others took a little longer to figure it out. Let's see if you can figure out what it is about.

Twenty-four seven, the modern way
Time fixed, lots to weigh, to convey

Whatever network one may choose
Blabber similar blues of breaking news

Thriving on the sensational, any prey
Luminary iniquity, overkill every day

Guys and girls, competitive sites speak
The suave, sophisticated, the chic

News flashes, vicissitudes bemoaned
To entities widespread, industry, homes

Few stories told with truth, full of facts
Naive eyes and ears with imprudence act

Myriad images, futuristic turbo HD
Concocted in cahoots for you and me

Beckoning all day, only the foolish cling
After thirty minutes, it didn't say anything

That blabbering box, ranting with clout
Most of which the wise can do without

Copyrighted 2009 Robert Louis Covington

Did you figure it out? Let me know what you think it is about and I will reveal the title of this wonderfully written poem in a future post. Hint: The title is found in the last stanza.

Uniformity and Surprises

Have you ever had someone answer your query about their day with the phrase "Oh, it's just the same-old-same-old?" How quickly we humans choose to sum up our lives in soundbites that negate the true impact each day brings. There is no same old uniform life to be lived. No matter whether you do essentially the same pattern of work each day, there will always be something that makes that day unique.

Our task, should we choose to accept it, is to look beyond the daily drudgery, climb out of the morass of uniformity, and actively search for the surprises each day offers. Whether they be small and inconsequential or largely monumental, happy and exciting or sadly devastating, we should anticipate these revelatory moments. Then take our pen and capture our thoughts, emotions, and reactions. This is the fabric of a writer's life.

Uniform never
New day, fresh, yet unwritten
Presents surprises

Of Love Unworthy

Poem I wrote back in 1986 and which won an award at my secular public high school.

This is a message of Jesus' true love
Called by the prophet a heavenly dove
Hundreds of years ago, he came to Earth
To provide for man a plan of rebirth.

Born to a virgin, a mere baby boy
Grew up a child with a favorite toy
Infinite wisdom to scholars he showed
Miracles amazing in Him abode

Teardrops filled footprints up Calvary's road
As blood from His wounded side freely flowed
His voice cried out and His body grew still
And storm clouds gathered with thunderings shrill

Our Heavenly Father gave up the ghost
To redeem from sin those whom he loved most

Copyright 1986 Jana McVay