by J. Randal Matheny
We sleep to the noise of a fan,
The bird’s song is under the ban,
Instead of the rain,
The drone of a plane —
Behold! the solutions of man!
Our ceiling fan in the bedroom is on the blink. Most table fans sold here are plastic and last for two minutes. Vicki traipsed to Sam’s Club and found a large metal fan, industrial strength, and brought it home. Continue reading “The Noise of a Fan”
by J. Randal Matheny
To grandma no creature’s immune,
To strangers she’ll crow and she’ll croon,
With pictures she’ll ply them,
No detail deny them,
Though baby may look like a prune.
My tribute to grandmothers and grandparents everywhere. We’re not in the class as yet, but they say it’s a wonderful state of being. Continue reading “To Grandma No Creature’s Immune”
A copy on his wall for show;
Locked, hidden, in his vault, Van Gogh.
–Yes, from my hand, suggested by a scene of a movie we watched last night during our day off. Continue reading “Couplet: Unseen Original”
This post explains the background behind the Cloudburst poem “The Lord Completely Satisfies.” So where can you read it? You can’t — see the explanation here. This post is for subscribers to the email list (see link).
Often are the times when I don’t get what I want. Some of those times are easy to handle; it makes no big difference. The padaria doesn’t have the chocolate sweets I went for. Disappointment, but no big deal.
Other times would generate frustration and resentment, if I were to let it, especially in relationship.
In the struggle of one of those latter moments I wrote this poem.
You know when they happen in your life. You want to blame somebody, maybe even God.
But the problem is not in anyone but self.
Because the Lord completely satisfies. Continue reading “Background to ‘The Lord Completely Satisfies’”
This poem, which I came across today while searching dusty virtual files, was published 13 Sept. 2000, when I was a columnist for The Morrock News Digest. The U.S. was in the midst of a presidential campaign.
The last stanza may have something to say about this year’s campaign.
Presidential campaigns seem to be the place for the stoking and dashing of hopes. Continue reading “Rats — On Presidential Campaigning”
I participate — better, pop in and out — on Yahoo’s church-of-Christ list, where Ken Thomas is moderator. Today is his birthday, so I popped in with a few light lines of verse.
A MODERATE AGE
Our beloved mod is number eight squared!
By now we know he comes prepared
To tend this wandering flock, his staff
In hand to poke a paragraph
Strayed out of line. Let’s mind our p’s
And curly q’s, say “thanks” and “please,”
For at his age, three score and four,
Who knows if Ken can take much more!
This was done on a religious writer’s forum, which no longer exists.
Ah! pray the day will soon arrive
When love for poetry will revive; Continue reading “Poetry Revival”