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Thursday, February 28, 2013

which child hasn't cried for their mother?

Mary
My mother
Comfort me in sorrow

Mary
My cover
The joy of tomorrow

Mary
So tender
Maternal protection

Mary
Defender
Lioness to perfection

As John took you into his home
So you enter into ours
Our God and Lord Jesus Christ
Was born of you ‘neath the star

You point us to the King of all
Instructing us to do that which he says
To pay heed to the angelic call
To Him who on your cheek did kiss

The glory of virgins and the devoted
To Anna praying night and day in the courts
Blessed is she who believes and acts
Upon the angelic word of the Lord

For faith has made you mother of all
As Abraham was father to nations entrusted
The gate through which the Master arrives
The leader of the armies enlisted

The prayer of the mother is powerful as it works
The righteous man starts and stops the rain
For faith has built the queenly throne
Blessed hope, when Lord Jesus comes again

Internal clock

Time seems to be speeding up these days
Like a roller coaster perhaps
Both frightening and exciting

Or perhaps it is more like a train and you missed your stop
Contemplating if you could survive a jump
Ducking and rolling may do the trick

Maybe one doesn’t wish to get off, but just to slow the speed
To not be so harried and rushed
To enjoy the scenery and greenery

Perhaps the apparent speed isn’t external at all
In the case of the coaster or caboose or car
Rather internal and infernal

The rush is more likely than not a projection and reflection
Of one’s thoughts and desires for control
Speeding off the tracks or anchoring the stacks

The clock is interior ticking and winding up to snap
The eleventh hour may as well be the first
Breathing slow or breathing fast

Ways I Could Lose You


Have you ever meditated on the male mantis
Feeding his female bride?
How he loses his head for her
And stays with her on the inside

There are so many ways I could lose you
But I have to hold you first
In my arms, and not just my heart
Then if need be I can let you go

Have you ever been bothered about the baby bird
Fall-flying out of the nest?
He's been pushed by his loving mum
Away from her downy red breast

There are so many ways I could lose you
But I have to hold you first
In my arms, and not just my heart
Then if need be I can let you go

Have you ever connected the lack of connection
When I am looking away?
When I've missed the chance to meet
With your eyes looking my way

There are so many ways I could lose you
But I have to hold you first
In my arms, and not just my heart
Then if need be I can let you go

Would you be just mine for a little while?
I will be yours forever.
I could bear every loss
If you would keep us together

There are so many ways I could lose you
But I have to hold you first
In my arms, and not just my heart
Then if need be I can let you go

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Changing

When I was young
I told myself I would never change
That I would always be as I was then, I would stay the same

Then I changed.

Was I deranged then or now?

Now that I’m older
I feel more set in my ways
Yet, I have many more years to go, provided the Lord delays

Will I change again?

Perhaps I will revert
Turning back to the young child
With an ignorance masquerading as an all-seeing eye

Or perhaps I’ll stay the same.

It is better to pray
If the Lord wills I will do this or that
Because a mind may change and old pretentions retract

You will not remember these years

I pick you up and swing you around,
You squint and smile, shining white teeth show,
I  push you in a toy car over a mound
Your eyes sparkle and your face doth glow

You don’t mind simple things in repetition
A block in the box, a doll in the chair
You hug your sick mommy by some intuition
You make her feel better with a doe-eyed stare

Your contentment consists in the crook of a neck
Comfort and protection, a love you do not yet understand
The waves you sail do not present an end, or shipwreck
The ark of salvation, the help of loving arms and hands

The funny thing is that none of this will be remembered
Though that isn’t to say it is forgotten or lost
In your mind it may remain as a feeling dismembered
I buy it with joy as I learn the true cost

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

I Will Draw


And if I be lifted up, I will draw
Lines that define a world created
Dividing light from darkness

And the earth was without form
Light made shade and shapes appeared
Darkness directing the eye to light

And God made man in his image
Lifting up a stick figure with his finger
Dust filled with artistic Spirit

And God saw that it was good
Loving what he had made for himself
Despite its imperfections

And if I be lifted up, I will draw
Like the artist who created me
Doing what I was drawn to do

http://badbadboypublications.bandcamp.com/track/i-will-draw#

Tuba Scuba

If I was a tuba
My song would be deep chest
Like a big bell tolling distant
Lower and depressed

If I was a tuba
So much brass of which to speak
Curled and formulated
Impossible to sneak

If I was a tuba
I may be drowned out by the shrills
The piccolo and alto
The parts laid out for frills

If I was a tuba
I’d be buddy buddy with the bass
The underground swell volcanic
Earthy eruption low displaced

It’s not bad being a tuba
Though they put us in the back
The sound is really great I hear
Where the first indeed is last

Monday, February 25, 2013

Monkey and Mud


It doesn’t matter if we’re monkey or mud
Both monkey and man are made out of crud
Muck, and dust, and dirt, and loam
Stuff from the sea and particles of foam

Then we received the breath of God
The spirit, the life
Made from the mud and given a wife

It isn’t offensive to be a primate
In fact it’s quite great
Instead of coming directly from shrimp
We were formed from cute little chimps

Then we received the breath of God
The spirit, the life
Made from the mud and given a wife

Do not say ‘I didn’t come from a monkey’
As though that were funky
Isn’t that better than gravel and gook
Swinging above earth from which we were took?

Then we received the breath of God
The spirit, the life
Made from the mud and given a wife

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Stopping My Mind on a Frosty Evening


My mind is blank; I know not why
Oft from my head all thoughts do fly
And though I try to write so clear
All my neural circuits die.

My little head must seem so odd
When all it does is twist or nod
And when my eyes begin to blear
My brain turns castles into sod.

It gives its hair a roaring shake
To turn its hot dogs into steak
Words it cannot commandeer
Profound sayings cannot make.

The words are boring, dark, and drear
It forces the eye to a tear
But I try it anyway for you, dear
But I try it anyway for you, dear.

Monday, February 18, 2013



Lightening thunders
Falling Joy flows in the streets
Only the free dance


HCMD

Silly 'Lenten' Poem

I’m giving up Lent for Lent
I’ve gobbled up all of the food, everything tasty and good
I’m giving up Lent for Lent
All of the money’s been spent, nothing to give to the friend
I’m giving up Lent for Lent
Devoted to all of my cares, no words to put into prayers
I take it all back, I’ll give up the snack
I’ll start with the alms, and try to stay calm
Give up aggravation and start supplication
I’m all in, I’m all sin, Forgiven, Wisdom!

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Re-member the Body

A toe to stub
A back to rub
A cut to mend
A heart to rend
Fingers to accuse
Fists to bruise
Hair to cover
Mouth to mutter
Eyes to absorb
Brain to bore
Knees to beg
Arms to flag
Nose to breathe
Feet to leave
Arms to embrace
Tongue to taste
Will to power
Body to shower
Members of Christ


~Brent Kaseman

Thursday, February 14, 2013

If Marriage Was Outlawed Today


If marriage was outlawed today
Would you give in
And start living in sin
If marriage was outlawed today

If marriage was outlawed today
Would you take a chance
On a martyred romance
Or would you give in
And start living in sin
If marriage was outlawed today

If marriage was outlawed today
Would you still propose
With a ring and a rose
Would you take a chance
On a martyred romance
Or would you give in
And start living in sin
If marriage was outlawed today

If marriage was outlawed today
Would you look at dresses
And do up your tresses
Would you look for a priest
Or sea captain at least
Would you take a chance
On a martyred romance
Or would you give in
And start living in sin
If marriage was outlawed today

If marriage was outlawed today
Would you get a tux
And drop a few bucks
On a ring for her finger
And then would you bring her
To a love nest now odd
'Cause it's sanctioned by God
Would you take a chance
On a martyred romance
Or would you give in
And start living in sin
If marriage was outlawed today

If marriage was outlawed today
Would you still think that love
Was sent from God above
That marriage was meant
To be a sacrament
Would you give your life
To make her your wife
Would you take a chance
On a martyred romance
If marriage was outlawed today

If marriage was outlawed today
And you were a priest
Or sea captain at least
Would you still try to rate
As minister of State
Or would you simply do
What God called you to
Would you take a chance
On a martyred romance
Or would you give in
And start living in sin
If marriage was outlawed today

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Thanks to the Lost



Thanks to the Lost

to you, Lost
to time and distance
thank you, for
the memories of shared smiles
even though
they fade and are forgotten
You shaped me
Thank You

to you, Lost
to betrayal and anger
thank you, for
the sting and the lesson
even though
You hurt me
I can be wiser now
Thank you

to you, Lost
to neglect and laziness
thank you, for
having once been there
even though
I think of you with regret
I’ll do better
Thank you

to you, Lost
to others and other commitments
thank you, for
having been mine
even though
You’re someone else’s now
I’ll cherish the memories
Thank you

to you, Lost
to death and dust
thank you, for
the joy and love
even though
I might be happier
I choose the scar
Thank you.                                       

to you, Lost
to life and living
thank you, for
being a part of mine
Even though
It’s sometimes too short
And sometimes painful
You were worth it

Thank you.

HCMD



Empty

Empty
A Word fills the world with sound
And nothing is left
Look to the sky
No horse nor horseman
No herald of coming
Refreshment
Empty
I lift my eyes to the hills
The distilled vapors
That ran down
Now return home
Their byways and
Meeting places
Empty
No more pushing up daisies
Unfruitful fields
Plateaus clean
Save for a single
Cake leaving
Jug and barrel
Full
The hollow prophet refreshed
Widow and child also
And the devoid house
Flush with life
With Words not
Spoken there before
Empty
No health No breath No life
Empty filled the bed
Filled and raised again
He Who fills
The prophet's mouth
Has not left us
Empty

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Bubbles

my Hopes
     are like
          Bubbles

          some Float
  about Reflecting
Rainbows

     some Stay
     for a while
Shining Pictures

     Most pop.


by HCMD

Monday, February 11, 2013

To Anastasia

You shouldn't be covered with dirt
Even if it doesn't hurt
Though there is nothing that I can protect you from
I still want to tear away leaf and sand and stone

You shouldn't be in a box
Behind a door upon which no one will knock
Though you are surrounded by angels and saints
It still feels like I’m leaving you alone

You shouldn't have to wear the same dress
Your hair will never be messed
Though time heals the wounds that we bear
A stitch in time is yet to be sewn

Under earth yet above the skies
Your lids are closed over your eyes
Though my perception is quite limited
I still wish I could’ve seen you grown

By Brent Kaseman



Thanks to Brent for allowing me to post this poem on this blog. Hopefully we'll see more from him here.

This poem is written to the little girl whose resting place is marked in the picture above. Her name is Anastasia - "resurrection". She was with us for three days, and then went home with her Father in Heaven.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

If I Only Had an Internet


If I only had an internet
I'd search for everything
My brain would grow by leaps and bounds
And knowledge would be king
Oh the high degrees that I would get
If just I had an internet

If I only had an internet
I'd contact everyone
Strangers would all become my friends
And boy would we have fun
Oh the relationships that I would get
If just I had an internet

If I only had an internet
I'd watch a lot of shows
Docudramas, TV, cartoons
And stuff God only knows
Oh the sleep I wouldn't get
If just I had an internet

If I only had an internet
I'd wish that I had none
I'd complain because I have no time
And nothing can get done
Oh the whines that you would get
If just I had an internet

Ransom

Ranging as wide as East to West
And as high as South to North,
Not a stone is left unturned,
Stream left without feet wet,
Or meadow left untrodden.
Mouth with determintation set
Biosystems to explore,
Relishing everything he's learned
Yet always learning more.
All creatures have a home with him,
Not one's too fierce or gross.
The snakes and frogs out in the bogs
Down to the smallest gnat
All find him a gracious host.
Verbosely he will tell you,
If this naturalist you'll hear,
Some things about life you'll wish you knew

Friday, February 8, 2013

Words Scattered

There are words scattered all over the house
Most of them combined in collections
Pressed like leaves to dry flat
And crumbling when opened at long last
Or gathered in piles to jump in or burn