gaze into the glory

A reminder of the shorter days
the orange globe sinks into haze
no longer casting warming rays
but shadows into night

the coolness of softest sand
beneath my back and in my hand
from where I lay there
breathing
taking in this awesome sight~

fighting sleep and fascinated
I face the setting sun
and every stroke of the painter's brush
lingers
before it's done.

firey red excites the soul
and set the mood in motion
orange and pink elicit sighs
like a full moon upon the ocean

streaks of purple are always fun
and bring on the bluegreen hues
a symphony for the setting sun
but gimmee the midnight blues

I want to gaze into the glory
tell me another story
oh bring on the colors
don't let me sleep too long~

I want to sing of your greatness
inspite of all my lateness
and whatever else my troubles
you see in me no wrong~

oh Lord, You are amazing
all creation should be praising,
I'll wait for you forever
or 'til the sun sets on my song.

daylight has passed quickly
that sunset was the best
in the darkness now, we hear the waves
which won't disrurb our rest.

I do declare

"Hey Gina Claire,
I'm over here,
behind a door
you've seen before~
we always knew
that you'd step through
and scare the He-bees
from the brew
and freak the shrew
and screw the few
who thought that
you and I were through~
but just the same
I always knew
that you'd return
to play the game
so step right up
it's still the same...
So here we are
and there's the door
and you can run
or wait for more
behind door one
a lot of fun
and then door two
nah, not for you~
but what is more
and what is true
is any where you go,you see,
is where we are
behind door three
and that is where
we'll always be".

I do declare
I have no stake
in Satan's games
he's just a fake
and oh so NO
I will not buy
the candy coated popcorn lie
the stunning smile
and handsome face
but underneath
so void of grace
I can not stand
your pearly
grin
and gazing eyes
which pull me in
and mock the truth
it's no surprise
I've lost my youth
but getting wise
I know your game
I know the hitch
your'e all about
the bait and switch
the leading lines
the smoothest angles
but talk is cheap
like tarnished bangles
your doors are wide
but getting out?
my testimony's lost it's clout~

I've got my God
above them all
who stood behind
another door
which rolled aside
that bright third day
and washed
my sin and shame away
and though you think
I'm just the same
there's been a change
in my old game
I heard a knock there on
the door
within my heart
He asked for more
and so you see
behind door three
No longer room for
you, so flee!

lights my ways

I was thinking 'bout my life and how it's gonna be
Left it up to God, He put it back on me
went lookin' for direction, I'm just an average Jane
don't like all these decisions, the unknown mystifies my brain

I pondered over all the things I've done before
thought I could walk on water, knock on every door
nothing much was scary, nothing much was out of place
Walked by faith, and left the rest to Grace.

I'm thinking that my life here is beyond halfway
I find myself with bills I can't afford to pay
playing hard is easy, but paying back is hard to do
tracing all my steps, seems they somehow led me back to You.

When I said that I would follow, wasn't hard to do~
I stayed away from magic, idols, and taboo
and doing the right thing, the only thing that mattered
You planted the Word, and by the wind those seeds were scattered.

Turned my back on old religion, not the way for me
well you can have your catachism and your rosary
never being sure your gonna get into the promised land,
God showed how much He loved us when He took the nails in his hand.

Your raised me out of darkness way before I'm dead
left the puzzle all undone, and lit the way instead
I'm thinking again, but far much higher this time
It's not my will but yours that I am hoping to find.

I've got some time to spend and time is on my hands
I wanna do your will and follow your commands
I know it's not by might, and not by useless power
But by your spirit I will serve to my last hour.

And as I'm on my way, just doing what I do
I'm gonna try my best and kiss it all to you
Well I make mistakes and I've seen some wicked days
but out of every darkness, your faithful love, it lights my ways.

left undone

a million peices of my heart
in all the things I tend to start, but never finish
and every thing that's left undone
is just a sign I'm on the run, lest I deminish

and if I stop to take a breath
and contemplate my hour of death, I'd have to wonder
what then would be my last request
to sit with winners I detest, or rather one more chance to be a blunder?

Just like that worm
who never made the hook
I slept too late
and never read the book
the early bird
was out cold when I came
he knew the plays
but snoozed before the game.

I dabble in the partial arts
in tasting wines and shopping carts with shaky wheels
and all the prizes never won
for half baked pies, and smiling eyes and flaky deals.

time will tell if this get's done
though time is never on the run, nor one for waiting
no matter what you do or choose
in what you keep or what you lose, that sunset's fading~

Like that worm
who never made the hook
I sleep too late
and never read the book
the early bird
was out cold when I came
he knew the plays
but snoozed before the game.

City of Blame (one more time)

Your memory serves you
but mine is so lame
it bothers you still
so please tell me again

Who stole your lunchbox
who smashed your new toy
who failed to hug you
when you were a boy
who broke your heart and
who yellowed your tooth
who sapped your energy
who took your youth
who who who who

and who didn't choose you for kickball that day
who left you stranded to walk all that way~
who took your Christmas and
who stole your pride
who locked the door and
who left you outside~

(Chorus)
What is was the
the reason you
you must take the shame
tell it to get off your back
just the same
let out the anger
and cut loose the pain
grab onto LOVE, baby
Run from this city of blame!

who wasn't there when you needed him so
who made you clean up and shovel the snow~
Who was a meany and
who was a grinch~
who took a mile when you gave 'em an inch~
who who who who

and who said "I Do"
with their two fingers crossed
who dumped you for someone
way better (but sauced)
who bought you a burger
but wanted much more
who took your hopes
and your dreams to the floor

(Chorus)
What is was the
the reason you
you must take the shame
tell it to get off your back
just the same
let out the anger
and cut loose the pain
grab onto LOVE, baby
Run from this city of blame!

who robbed your innocence
who stole your crown
promised the moon
and took off at sundown
the memories haunt us
though we may forgive
forgetting is hard
'cuz it is what it is
we'll do this together
when they're all around
chalk it all up to the past
and then get outta town!

(Chorus)
What is was the
the reason we
you must take the shame
tell it to get off our backs
just the same
let out the anger
and cut loose the pain
grab onto LOVE
and then run from this city of
blame
hold onto each other and
RUN from the city of blame
leave our bags in city of blame!

Whataya Think?

They pay me well to color with fat crayons
Sometimes I tend to feel like Mother Goose
The men they are preoccupied
with gettin' on my better side
Please pour me up another glass of juice

Hey!~~Hey!~~Hey!

Whadaya whadaya whadaya think I'm sayin'
Whadaya whadaya whadaya gonna do?
Maybe you can't appreciate
how much I need a bloody date
so for now the elderly will have to do

Well I like to challange all of them to checkers
and not a better player you will find
I can take the ragged old man on
and help him stagger to the john
but be sure
he's gonna wipe his own behind

Hey!~~Hey!~~Hey!

Whadaya whadaya whadaya think I'm sayin'
Whadaya whadaya whadaya gonna do?
Maybe you can' appreciate
How much I need a bloody date
but for now the elderly will have to do

Now don't be makin fun of all the old men
cuz the ladies have thier crosses to bear too
you can bet we have no aim
spin the bottle
take the shame
and in the end we're lame and so are you

Hey!~~Hey!~~Hey!

Whadaya whadaya whadaya think I'm sayin'
Whadaya whadaya whadaya gonna do?
Maybe you can't appreciate
I much I need a bloody date
but for now the elderly will have to do

5 Minute Oats

Pacing the floor
in the middle of this
watching the kettle
'til steam starts to hiss
A strange fascination
we have with the bliss
with nothing behind us
but one heated kiss.

Underneath an umbrella
I stand in the rain
and wait on the platform
for the 6 O'clock train
well you never quite hold me
and I rarely complain
and soaked with frustration
I walk home again.

We bid for each other
in some Chinese auction
and you got the booby
one mixed up concoction
we checked out our prizes
at a much closer range
What were we thinking
and can we exchange?

And without any memories
to dry up the tears
we long for the fire
and the comfort of years
but it's just one more lesson,
a good one we learned.
the slow-cooker is better
and we're less often burned.

And then as I ponder
you come in the door
I smile at your tired eyes
and looking for more
I stir up the pot
and you take off your Totes
and you ask me to make
you some 5-Minute Oats.

"I made em already"~
to warm up your cockles
the seat of your heart
and without the debacles
I sensed that the cold rain
would stir the desire
so I whipped up a batch
and rekindled the fire.

And inspite of my rambling
it seems rather clear
that 5-Minute oats
can mean something more dear
it's that person whose waiting
in your kitchen above
stirring 5 Minute oats
into passionate love.

hired hand

Dumped out, the thing was empty
left abandoned
on it's side
and the pile of
grass
from the morning
gave a testament to
those who care~

Knocked out, from exhaustion
find the young man
under a tree
and it's getting late
but he's sleeping
and he's polished off the Snapple Lemonade
and it's comfy in the coolness of the shade
I... think...it's

time
for siesta
that I know
and it's time for
the world to stop the show
and it's time
for the day
to end
I pray that he
stays to mend
the fence
in the field
before he goes

Unkempt and unshaven
he showed up
for another day,
and asked for pay
but I could not find
the words to turn away

Unfed, but undertaking
all the raking in my yard
and it seems so hard
so he ask me just to front him
twenty bucks
and disappears with all
my tools, it's sucks
I...think...it's

time
for siesta
that we know
and it's time for
the world to stop the show
and it's time
for the day
to end
I pray that he
stays to mend
the fence
in the field
before he goes

In The End

I have not been up to writing any new poems lately.
Sometimes I can jump start it with someone elses song or maybe a bad case of indigestion or...well, nevermind!

IN THE END

Take it out
on someone else
better, yourself.

I can not see the reason for your blame
though it strikes me odd, you tend to think the same
your reasoning does not much good for me
and it's time I set you free
throw out the key.

Well it does no good to rummage through the past
these things will only give us back our gas
well it's better just to let bygones be gone
and we'll meet back here again
out on the lawn.

I know you liked me best. I loved you most
but it's useless now to chase that lover's ghost
and it's getting late and we are getting tired
distance turns these things around
that's how we're wired.

So take it out on someone else and see
no they won't be puttin' up with misery
and then you'll come back draggin' on your knee
but I will not be around
I'm leaving town.

I do believe I see a lonesome tear
have I touched the nerve which makes my heart to fear
that you'll always be the one I call my friend
ain't it just like you and me
in the end.

porch swing rythym

Minding our own
makin' it rhyme
it's all coming out
theres dust in the drought
but the rain comes in time~

nothing held back
I've got nothing to say
let it roll off my shoulders
puts less your mind
and it's better that way~

And isn't it nice
you like hot tea 'on ice'
thank you, yes
I can follow
directions,
so please,
don't think twice~

And isn't it great
we can stay out real late
watching millions of
sparkling stars,
while your're lickin' that plate~

I said nothing at all
it's that horse in the stall
my foot fell asleep
but I'm not gonna weep
I can drag it or crawl~

Now the wind's in the trees
and your hand's on my knees
and the warmth of your breath on my neck
puts my tired mind at ease~

Distracted, it's true
idle chatter won't do
Better nothing to say
put the music on play
and be quiet with you.

a likely story

Like sugar from a shaker
snow falls on Saul, the baker
delivering steamy biscuits
from the shop he calls his home.
In a drafty run down mansion
lives the princess, on her pension
she complains about the bills
but strives to make it on her own.

Today he takes her order
"One fresh bagel, for a quarter,
cuz I haven't seen the likes of one
since I left my childhood home".
Well he's never baked a bagel
but he's not one to finagle
and wanting just to please her
finds a recipe from Rome.

And he was thinkin to himself
I must be way out of mind
ain't no woman gonna want a baker's life
but he carried deep inside his heart
the will to be a friend
in hopes someday she'd come around and
maybe one day be his wife....

So to win her deep affection
he packs up his best confection
takes his chances on the backroads
that iced over in the storm.
She was waiting in the foyer
consulting with her lawyer
" I still have his day old bread here"
and this bagel isn't warm.
So Saul heats it on the fire
and though her heart is his desire
she will not accept the bagel
for it's not quite the right form.

And he was thinkin to himself
I must be way out of mind
ain't no woman gonna want a baker's life
but he carried deep inside his heart
the will to be a friend
in hopes someday she'd come around and
maybe one day be his wife....

So he runs back to his bagel board
and pounds the dough and rolls a cord
and shapes the perfect bagel into
a bagel lovers dream.
He boils and then he bakes it
and to her mansion takes it
Piping hot but now she wants
churned butter from fresh cream.

And he was thinkin to himself
I must be way out of mind
what woman's gonna want a baker's life
but he carried deep inside him
the will to be a friend
hoping someday she'd come around
one day be his wife...

Well he's starting to get ansty
but he knows the farmer, Clancy
whose butter is freshed churned
known by counties far and wide.
He heads out to the pasture
and he buys what he is after
and returns to find, 'tis so unkind
the princess, she had died.

The baker in his stricken state
swallows the bagel off the plate
then he calls the cops
pulls out the stops
and serves the day old bread.
He gives the details more than once
of how he ate the evidence
by now he'd thought he'd be let go
but they arrested him instead.

"Tis a likely story"
was the only thing he heard
although they bought his baked goods
they would not buy his word.
"The Baker is a Butcher"
Is what the tabloid said,
"better to take your bagel cold than
take it in the head".

But all was not as it appears
She owed the butcher in arrears
and when they went to check her craw
they found a hunk of mutton.
It ended all without a trial
the butcher he did reconcile
posted-"pay the butcher now
and do not to be a glutton."

And he was thinkin to himself
I must be way out of mind
ain't no woman gonna want a baker's life
but he carried deep inside his heart
the will to be a friend
and it turned rather nicely
as she willed him in the end.

Perfect Love

It started with a couplet
quiet easy to direct
but blossomed into something else
beyond my intellect.

I am only one,
I ask, "and what can one girl can do"?
You fed thousands fish and loaves
but only had a few, right?

You healed the sick and dying
saying "greater shall you do"
But I'm only human, Jesus,
so how can that be true?

And then you say you are 'I AM',
I AM alive in you.
And I say "OK, Good enough~
the Truth will have to do".

So how about we just keep in touch
if you're that close, sweet Lord
It won't take long to reach you
and that's a call I can afford.

Very clever my little Gee
you're starting out just fine
and when the need is there
just speak the water into wine.

What?

Heal sick and broken hearted
lead a soul out of the flame
It's not your job to worry how
just do it in my Name.

Do not worry how you look
or what you're gonna say
just be yourself and let me be
the Light that shines the way.

Jesus was a real man
the books will verify
at 33 they nailed him
to a chunk of wood to die

And to be sure that he was dead
hanging naked on a cross
they speared him though, and left him there
my Jewish carpenter boss.

And not a word was written
that He would not fulfill
the scene was painted vividly
before the making of the hill.

That all men could be redeemed that is
bought back with His own blood
we can not pay the price for sin
but he freed us by His Love.

Written long before his birth
thier KING would rise day 3
and so it was, and so it is
that I AM lives in me.

And to many this may seem absurd
but this is not a game
I am aware of the price He paid
and the power of His Name.

I have no stake in religion
there is nothing there for me
I will follow Christ alone
His Love has set me free.

And though I am just one girl
and crazy into rhyming
In prayer I find my comfort
and I trust him with the timimg

no returns

He bought them from his cousin
they were shiny black and new
the man was doing business
and at a fair price too.

They looked like patent leather
reflecting back, he smiles
he wore them out to church
and had put on several miles.

One day the skies grew darker
and the rain started to splatter
and the drops absorbed into the shoes
well not a sight was sadder

For the shoes were made of paper
and his cousin bought the stock
from a man who made his livin'
shoeing feet that used to walk.

The business had been slowing
at God's Shoestore for the Saints
though reports were never glowing
he rarely got complaints.

I am told my father's cousin
owned a bar on Irving Street
and fitted many customers
while they still had living feet.

Many of the regulars
brought back their soggy shoes
I am sorry but there's no returns
can I pour you up some booze?