A Lymeric To Celebrate The Company Picnic

The company picnic's today
Outside all my co-workers play
But here at my chair
In condition'd air
I've no fear of sunburn this way!

The Glass Between Us

The hot, hurtful words spew from her mouth
She does so many wonderful things with that instrument
But she unleashes her fury on me daily

If she heard anyone abusing her friends this way
She would defend them fiercely
And maybe that's the problem:
We aren't friends

I see her lift them up
I hear the words of love and wisdom
She gives these gifts to everyone but me

To her, everything I do is wrong
Every word I speak is foolish
Her hatred is visible
In her scorning sneer

I try to please her
I beg for her patience
We could work so well together

Tears stream down my face
As she launches into another attack
Of insults and sarcasm, courtesy of
That girl on the other side of the mirror

Thoughts on Autumn from my Epistle

Autumn is a teasing vixen, toying with me just as she jangles her clanking bracelets. Like a vision conjured from my deepest longings, she appeared Thursday night. She was brisk, cold even, but that only enhanced her charm in a sea of stale warmth. She enchanted me, bewitched me into dreaming of a shared future. But Monday brought only oppressive heat. My lovely weekend visitor has flown, leaving me sweaty, worn, and broken-hearted. And yet, I am not without hope. Rumor of her return is whispered among the trees. Besides, the beautiful Autumn is a creature of drama. Once she makes a sufficiently suspenseful entrance, she will wring every last moment from her act. She will bow for countless encores before relinquishing the stage to her sister. So, as I wipe the salty beads from my brow, I await her refreshment.

*I wrote that when I was tired and feeling mischievous*

The Forest of Despair

Like a dying person
My sleepy brain looks back
On the hours wasted
And the things left undone

In reality, it all could have been done
By now
In fact, it could still be done
By the deadline

But it is a monster now
A leaden albatross
Swinging about my neck
On an iron chain

I see the shadow
Instead of the cat
I hear the buzzing
Instead of the bug

Fear, release your talons
I do not belong to you
Nor does my soul

I am free
I am free
I know
I am free

The refrain of that truth
Must pound in my ears
And between them
And down to my heart

All things are possible
I have been promised
I cling to His strength
I dare to hope

Worship

Oh, my humble words can not express
The greatness, the glory of my king
My songs of praise are not even a thimble
To the sea of worship He deserves
My most fervent prayers, my deepest devotion
Pale in awe of His infinite nature

And yet…

He knows my name, He counts my hairs
He listens eagerly and intently
He cherishes my voice and cradles my heart
He is sensitive to my every shift of mood
He suffered life, torture and death
To save me, and win me, and keep me

What then can I do, but offer my life
To try anew each week, each day, each moment
To dedicate everything I have to Him
To weep and pray and adore
To sing sweetly, loudly, hoarsely
To humiliate myself in worship

And when I fail to do these things
He loves me still, and just as much
My sin does not surprise him
Therefore, it does not change His love
His arms are open wide to me
His peace ready to fill my heart

Oh praise Him, the Worthy One
Lord of Israel, Creator of the Universe
King of Kings, the Great I Am
Immortal, Invisible, All-Wise God
Savior, Master, Redeemer, Friend
Lover of My Soul, Amen

Where is my muse?

Where is my muse?
What magic incantation
Can I recite to bring her back?

Words and rhyme desert me
Or perhaps it is I
Who have deserted them

The lyric lilting rhythm
That once saturated my speech
Is a mere trickle

Come back, my companions
I’ve seen the error of my ways
Our dance must recommence
Or I will fade away

Why I Will Never Date a Laptop

Some women search for hunky guys who are easy on the eyes. Others prefer a gentleman of accomplishment. Still another subset of the female population seeks a boyfriend that will make their friends jealous or put their parents in a particular frame of mind. Finally, there are the girls who simply don’t wish to be alone. Any boyfriend is better than no boyfriend, in their book.

I could be friends with a sleek Sony Vaio, if he had enough features. I certainly could appreciate the awards and abilities of a fancy gaming computer, but would have little patience if that was all he could talk about. I definitely seek the advice of my friends and family when making investment decisions, but I find it petty to live your life with the goal of making others unhappy or uncomfortable. You have to make your own valuations in life. And for heaven’s sake, don’t buy a Commodore 64 if you need to manipulate high quality graphics! Wait until you can afford a Mac or at least a high-end PC.

Laptops have much to recommend them. They are portable, warm, compact, and often on par with desktops, technology-wise. However, they are very delicate and have a tendency to flake out on me, whether or not I am to blame. Such upsets completely rearrange my life and leave me scrambling literally and figuratively. “Can I borrow your computer to submit my homework?” “What do you MEAN the music library closed two hours ago?”

So my pretty Toshiba, we can be friends and collaborators. But for a deeper, more exclusive relationship, I’m turning to my charcoal grill. He cooks, he’s easy to maintain, and he works with what I give him. He also doesn’t promise to be anything more than he is. He knows his limitations. Plus he makes pretty fire! If I feed him properly and don’t completely neglect him, he will meet my needs. I need honesty and dependability, in addition to being interesting. It’s not like I’m dating the Tupperware or anything...