Posts Tagged ‘Heavenly Father’

Perfect God Is Not A Perfectionist: ConTEXTing Free Verse

August 10, 2019

My wife posted this on her Facebook yesterday:
‘I created something today and was grappling over whether it was good enough. . David responded, “It’s good enough… why do you think it has to be perfect? Do you think God is a perfectionist?”
“Probably,” I replied.
“No, He’s not. He can’t be… He created us.”
After I thought about it, I changed my mind and wrote this free verse:

Because God IS
He made us
so we can learn
and grow
and become.


Why Argue With God? ImproVerse Haiku

July 31, 2019

Why do I argue/
with God? I should trust Him. He’s/
always got my back.

God’s A Ironic Painter: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

September 19, 2016

Strange, isn’t it, how/
the same views which make some doubt,/
help others believe.Dead tree, autumn leaf color, Mt. Nebo, Utah

Taking Advice From God: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

January 25, 2015

We all get road maps.
We all get guidance.
We all get advice
from different sources.

Why not get
counsel and advice
from Someone Who
loves us perfectly
and Who only
wants our highest
and best good,
with no ulterior motives?

Who Gives Blessings? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 12, 2014

I do not depend/
on anyone for blessings/
except me and God.

A God In Embryo: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

August 23, 2013

I am a God in /
embryo, so I can dream/
whatever I want.

Can You Still Hear Him? : Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

July 19, 2011

With all the voices /
in your head, make sure you can,/
at last, still hear Him.

Writing for the Thousandth Time: Revolutionary Improv Blogging Poem

February 18, 2011

CyranoWriter posted his 1000th blog post Feb. 18 at about 8:50 a.m.As I stare again at the blank blog screen
and post for the thousandth time,
I wonder what I should make it mean?
What sort of message deep and sublime
should flow?
Where should I go?
(Or should I even rhyme?)

In two years I’ve written
romantic poetry;
complaints about people.
Thoughts revolutionary.

I’ve taken a thought
and tried to cram it
like hot metal wrought
into a form iambic.

Or sometimes it’d do
to raise words like winter’s first
crocus: write haiku.

Or a slant
No rhyme.
Angered words
spewed forth
on a slam’s


Words captured snowflakes.
Children, parents, family.

Social situations that seem so complex as to defy all logic yet somehow sometimes I’m able to laser-clearly see and cut through all the crap and dross and rhetoric and just

All these have been written about.
All these forms were used.
And I am, this early Friday morning,
Not thinking as sharply
as I have.
As I could.

But I want to finish.
Want to post.
Want to pass that milestone,
and maybe boast
a little.

Those who have read
know I write, often,
of love.
Usually unrequited.
Sometimes fulfilled.
Often wah wah wah
as when I started this journey
five years ago.

who inspired me
won’t even know.
She never thought I’d go
this far.)

I thought I might
of that love,
and thank all the muses.
But I won’t.
They’ve received their thanks
(when they’ve recognized it was for them
the words flowed).

what I’ll,
at last,
write of.

Love and gratitude.
Though some may not approve,
to me,
He exists:
My Father.

He lit the fire.
He gave me belief.

He opened my eyes
to see,
a world fantastic
beyond measure;
a world I’d always seen,
but never chronicled.

But then
He gave me pen,
and said “Dream.
And write your dreams.”

And I have.

And my heart has pumped blood onto the page.
And my mind has seen visions I never imagined.
And my soul has been twisted and shaped and opened and moved and grown in ways painful and strange and wonderous and wonderful and fulfilling.

And I am grateful.

I’ve posted one thousand poems.
Now I am going to go shower.

What Is God Good For? – Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry

June 9, 2010

Do U worry 2 much?/
Is He out of touch?/
Let go./
Let God./
Father knows best./
Pray more./
Worry less./
Trust more./
If U dont,/
then God is good,/
but what’s He good/

What a Touch Means: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

April 7, 2010

U must understand/
that the touch of my hand/
really means nothing./
It’s only a way/
4 the Father 2 say/
U r doing ok!/
He’s got you in His sights/
U r doing alright!

Alternate version
U must understand/
that the touch of my hand/
really means nothing./
It’s only a way/
4 the Mother 2 say/
U r doing ok!/
She’s got U in Her sights/
U r doing alright!