I’ve Read The Book – I’m More Sophisticated Than You

I’d wager that after reading that title, most of you will know exactly where this post is going.  Why do I say that?  Because like me, you’ve probably experienced it firsthand.

Just mention that you’ve watched the latest movie or television show, and as surely as you breathe, someone will chime in and say, “Well, I think the book was so much better.”  Whether their intent is to demonstrate their sophistication, or just to let everyone know that they’re literate is hard to say.  To these individuals, our enjoyment of the video production of the book is a less-than-cerebral indulgence born of ignorance, or maybe sloth.  But simply reading a book, as we all know, does not make someone an intellectual.  Reading is, after all, a skill one acquires in grade school.

When you consider how many changes must be made to a book in order to make it into a movie, it’s safe to assume that someone who has read the book first will find the movie to be a disappointment.  On the other hand, if they’ve watched the movie first, they’ll find that what the producers were able to do with actors and cameras and special effects could never have been captured by written words.  Each format has limitations and advantages.  To say that one is better than the other is not reasonable – it’s an illogical argument.  Consider that a poem about a painting is not better than the painting itself any more than the painting is better than the poem.  Each stands alone and each possesses qualities that the other cannot.  A wise observer would enjoy them both for what they are.

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Without You

You’ll enjoy this, I was thinking,
as I called you on the phone.
But as I finished dialing I remembered you’re not home.

We’d always shared our lives
and all of those silly inside jokes.
But learning you could care less is what really hurt the most.

Baby, you’re not there and you don’t care
if I come home or never do.
You’re somewhere else with him and I’m here without you…
Just knowing that you’re out there
sharing what we used to share,
is slow but surely tearing me in two…
And I wonder what I’ll do to make it through…
Without you?

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Jagged Little Pieces Of My Heart

Be careful, my love,
the pieces are sharp.
Just leave them alone where they lay.
I’ve already tried,
to gather them up,
and look at the price that I’ve paid…

There’s blood on my hands;
they’ve cut me apart.
More wounds that won’t heal, I’m afraid...
No, don’t touch the shards
of my shattered heart.
There’s been enough blood spilled today.

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Since You Were Gone

I waited forever, after you had gone,
hoping that you’d come back, and tell me you were wrong.
But time went by and you just moved on.
And so the story goes, since you had gone.

Those days lasted forever, after you had gone.
Trying to remember, if I’d done something wrong.
But words were few since you knew all along,
how the story’d end, once you had gone.

I waited forever, after you had gone.
And now you’ve come back, to tell me you were wrong.
But time went by and I finally moved on.
Now I’m with someone else, since you were gone.

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Hearts Can Lie

“What makes you think that you loved her?” I’m asked,
and always the same is my reply:
“I know that I did, because I still do.
True love never dies…”

“But she said she loved you,” they’re quick to remind.
“And now she’s gone, can you explain why?”
“She never loved me, or else she would still.
Her love was a lie…”

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Life, Part Two

An original work of flash fiction (100 or fewer words)…

“We can’t even be friends?” he asked, the effect of her newest change of posture hitting him like a heavyweight punch.

“No, it’s too hard,” she replied.  “You keep being nice to me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“It’s too late!” She interrupted.  “My mind’s made up.  I have a new life now and you’re not part of it.  Those years were fun, but now it’s time for ‘life, part two.’  Isn’t this exciting?”

As tears blurred his vision, he stole one last glimpse of her beautiful brown eyes, and then she walked away, stealing his life…

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Dark Night Of My Heart

Entombed in the night where the dark like a veil,
covers my body so cold…
Dread dreams do alight for my soul to assail,
  dealing out torments untold.

You said, “It’s alright,” while you pounded the nails,
sealing me off from this world.
Though tears spoke my plight they were to no avail...
’twas my heart for whom the bell tolled.

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Hard Lessons…

So soon we found that life, and all we knew had palled…
Let’s treat it like a game,
and maybe change our name.

Avoiding what’s not fun by building high protective walls…
To help us ease our shame,
call good and bad the same.

Though loved ones tried to heal, their efforts we forestalled…
All heartbreak we disclaim.
Let others take the blame.

One day we’ll learn that thrills don’t give happiness at all...
We can’t hide from the pain.
It all comes back again…

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The Tree

An original work of fiction…

Burl watched with growing anxiety as the men made their way toward him in the cool of the morning, their voices an unwelcome disruption on the otherwise quiet hillside where he had lived his entire life.  As his neighbors whispered quietly amongst themselves, Burl’s mind raced with thoughts similar to theirs: who would be next, and how many would fall?  Only time would tell…

“Simon, why are you considering that one?” asked the man who seemed to be in charge of the group.  “It’s not much to look at…” he continued.  “Has a bit of a twist with lots of scars – and kinda scrawny too.  Wouldn’t even make a suitable handrail, if you ask me.”

“Sadly, we need one like this too…” Simon responded as he stood next to Burl, running his hand across one of the more notable of his scars.  “…thin and strong, but still easy to hoist.”

If Burl could have spoken to them in their own tongue, he’d have insisted that he wasn’t very strong at all.  Each rainy season was a challenge for him and there were more than a couple of times when he was sure that the wind was about to blow him down flat.  He was starting to fear that despite being one of the least of his neighbors, something about him had attracted the attention of this man.  Today, he worried, may be his last day living on the hillside with his friends and relatives.

“Very well,” the man answered.  “Cut it down and throw it onto the wagon, but keep it segregated from the others.” Continue reading

Dragonflies

Living in northeast Ohio, it’s hard not to notice that we have more than our fair share of dragonflies.  They dart around in their endless pursuit of airborne snacks, very much at home above the asphalt roadways and parking lots where I drive.  Whenever I see them, I take a moment to admire them.

Occasionally, I’ve found myself face to face with them as they’ve hovered above the hood of my car, staring at me through the windshield.  I wonder whether or not their compound eyes can make out the shape of my face through the glass, but I doubt that they’d care one way or the other – these nimble attack aircraft of the insect world are as fast as they are fearless and I couldn’t catch one if I tried.

As I observed one patrolling the airspace above the parking lot where I sat last summer, I thought about the Creator who designed these beautiful flying machines.  As impressed as I am by the many airplanes built by man, I know beyond any doubt that we could never create a dragonfly.  The Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA) is currently funding research to produce a life-sized “hummingbird-like” aircraft, and as promising as the prototype looks, and even taking into account how advanced the technology may be in another twenty or thirty years, I believe that no amount of effort will give rise to anything that rivals a true hummingbird – let alone a dragonfly with its smaller airframe and power supply!

The more we learn to harness the capabilities of the physical world that God has given us, the more we realize that His creations will always stand second to none – beautiful and complex innovations that we try desperately to imitate, but that our best efforts will never match.  This world is abundant proof of how marvelous He is, and all that it takes is one minute watching a dragonfly chase mosquitoes to see that His designs are benchmarks for us – they challenge us to hone our skills and to keep trying, while demonstrating that He alone is the Master Designer.

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Better Off An Enemy

An enemy’s someone we try to avoid.
We know that encounters are painful at best.
To keep them at arm’s length is better for all…
Why subject ourselves to the stress?

Yet sometimes we’re left with no choice but to fight.
We battle for right or we fall in the quest.
To stand firm is all that we hope to achieve.
It’s business – no more and no less.

But strangely we find those who’ll injure a friend,
and bask in the thrill of that person’s distress.
It’s not for a principle they’ll raise their sword,
but rather, to hurt and oppress.

Their options are many; they’ve no need to harm,
still friendships will suffer their deadly caress.
Much better to find ourselves their enemy -
An enemy suffers far less…

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Memories Of Warmth

Through the cold winter nights
my dreams whisk me away
to a faraway place
where the sun’s warming rays
kiss my skin once again
while my love and I play
with no fear of the chill
of those cold winter days…

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A Morning Prayer

A prayer before I start my day,
for this I know is true:
You’ll be beside me all the way;
Who can I trust, but You?

Those darkened days and fearsome frays
Your love has seen me through.
Though I may stumble, You will stay
and with Your strength renew.

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Dear Father…

Dear Father up in heaven,
please hear us when we cry.
We’re weak and small
and prone to fall
and need You by our side.

And sometimes in our sadness,
forgetting You’re nearby,
we don’t recall
the mighty squall
will with Your word comply.

So hold us when we’re lonely,
and dry our teary eye.
For through it all
harm won’t befall
those with whom You abide.

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Icy Splendor

Why must the trees have to shed all their leaves?
This always puzzled me.
Their branches left bare in the cold winter air,
undressed for all to see.

 I pitied their plight through the long winter nights
and fondly thought of when,
their summer attire could a poet inspire,
to put to work his pen.

But when a great storm with thick ice had adorned,
the woodland limbs so dense,
and opened my eyes to God’s splendid design,
it all made perfect sense.

The sun’s rainbow light as it shone through that ice -
a million tiny prisms -
the leaves would not share if they had remained there.
Such beauty they’d have hidden.

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The Crow And The Bagel

An original work of fiction…

“Mom, I want blueberry,” Tara reiterated, just in case her mother hadn’t heard her the first three times.

“Okay, Honey, just a minute…”

Tara’s mother was ordering bagels for herself and for her six-year-old daughter.  It was a very cold Saturday morning and the two of them were shopping for a new pair of shoes for Tara’s dance recital in three weeks.

“Can we sit here?” Tara asked, obviously interested in something outside of the large window by the entrance.

“Of course,” her mother answered as she carried their bagels to the table where Tara had already seated herself.

separator1The young nursing assistant entered Charlie Talbot’s room with a smile and asked, “How are you feeling today, Mr. Talbot?” She was carrying a lunch tray and as she sat it on the stand next to his bed continued, “Are you comfortable?”

“You’re gonna kill me with that hospital food before I die from this tumor,” he retorted, only half kidding.

“Oh, Mr. Talbot,” she responded with mock indignation.  “The food’s not that bad.  I eat it myself every day and I’ve been here for seven years, so you’ll be okay.”

Working for hospice required a special sort of disposition – the sort that very few people possessed.  But Andrea loved her job and she loved every one of the patients under her care.  Mr. Talbot was actually very nice, but he had his moments.  She knew that when she passed through in another hour or so, he’d be smiling and joking with her like usual.  Deep down, he was a nice man.

separator1Sitting on a park bench just outside of the city, Avis contemplated his situation.  The weather had been extremely cold lately and with the snow cover, he hadn’t eaten for three days.  The constant exposure to the elements, along with a lack of food, had taken its toll on his body.  He was exhausted and scared and knew that if one of the city’s raptors came after him, he wouldn’t have the strength needed to flee.

“Good morning, my friend,” the angel said, appearing from out of nowhere.

Although frightened, Avis knew immediately that he was in the presence of someone of heavenly origin.  Bowing before the angel he answered, “My master, to what do I owe this honor?

“Fear not, my friend,” Nachor replied, “I have been sent by our Lord, the God of heaven and earth – creator of both you and I…”

“God sent you to me?” Avis answered incredulously.  “But I’m just a crow!  Why would our Lord send an angel to me?” Continue reading

A Flower For You

That you’ll just notice me,
I will pray with all my might…
I’m clothed in kaleidoscope colors so bright.
My finery on display
so that you I’ll delight.
And then paint myself onto your dreams in the night.

Though I’m here but a day,
all my thoughts will be of you...
The morning sun glistening in droplets of dew.
My petals suffused with
the most glorious hues.
It was for your enjoyment alone that I grew.

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In The Shade Of Leaves

I’m just a leaf, as you can see.
Hanging from this shady tree.
If not by chance
your fleeting glance
caught sight of me,
unknown I’d be.

Yet be assured, that I know you…
I’ve seen you cheat your lover true.
Here in my shade
with others laid.
What would she do
if this she knew?

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Tiny Defenders

Don’t tread on me, I’m begging,
or take my life on sight.
I’m small and weak compared to you -
defenseless should you strike…

Consider my protection -
that bedbugs didn’t bite.
I’ve kept you safe while sleeping -
your sentry in the night.

Dread creatures that would harm you,
I’ve vanquished without fear.
So you, my honored host and friend,
  could live in safety here.

Now when you see the homestead
I’ve spun with silken grace.
I ask that you have mercy,
and leave it in its place.

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Starmaker

You hung the stars on silver threads,
their fiery brilliance tamed…
So who should be surprised to learn
You know each one by name?

Your awesome voice the heavens hear,
and kneel before Your throne.
The mighty angels rest assured,
in knowing they’re Your own.

You count the hairs upon my head,
and know my every thought.
To show Your love when none else cared,
my crippled soul You bought.

So how could I want more than this?
It’s You I’ll always need…
The One who lights the stars each night,
yet stops to think of me…

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Love Amputee

I still can’t believe, how easy it seemed,
that day you set me free.
Your cold-hearted ways, like a surgeon’s blade,
cut deep inside of me.

Once part of my soul, you made me whole,
each day my dreams renewed.
Though time was no friend, I found in the end,
the same was true of you.

I held you so close, that God only knows
how I could’ve been so blind.
Your love song’s a lie – a cruel lullaby,
with music most unkind.

 Yet through this charade, your hand has been played -
your motives clearly proved.
And you’ve made of me, a love amputee,
for my heart’s been removed.

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True Love, Ever Elusive

For hearts that can’t fathom another’s deceit,
or cruel patterns see,
they’re destined to bleed.

They long to believe that things aren’t as they seem.
Through blinding belief,
their ruin’s complete.

Hate feeds on our love ’til our souls are emptied.
So lovers, take heed…
Her needs you can’t meet.

Pray tell, where’s the love that eludes those in need?
Like wind through the trees,
it’s just out of reach.

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