a poem is a sermon
Don’t want to be an American idol, good for a season and then tossed away; held up like Jesus and the King James Bible, blamed for the country’s future going astray. Don’t want to be an American idol, hawking potato chips and new Chevrolets; starting out starstruck, ending up suicidal, shriveled and spit out prematurely […]
Wake early, quietly, deliberate; look closely, carefully, attentively. Pay greater attention, specifically, to whispers: lingering, ephemeral. 26 APR 2017 © 2017, John Litzenberg. All rights reserved.
Each new day is so fleeting: like a busy bee flitting between its sweet hits, floating, never slowing nor quitting. Life’s made of days flying: sighed hellos and then goings. Through each room we go gliding: near colliding, then dying. 19 APR 2017 © 2017, John Litzenberg. All rights reserved.
Little bird: did you think that no one heard your bright melody at dawn, long gone before day’s first word? Seems absurd that your little tune conferred on my thoughts such peaceful ease across the breeze, little bird. 17 APR 2017 © 2017, John Litzenberg. All rights reserved.
Some folks who wax nostalgic will believe that all the future’s answers can be found back in a yesterday that never was which lingers, like some land of make believe: a place where truth and justice are dispensed like manna from some wise heavenly host, where doubt somehow is the only unknown, and right and […]
Love, how sweet and how sublime your song fills this heart of mine with nourishment that seems divine, suited for this heart of mine. So I start a troubled climb that may strain this heart of mine, up the mountainside to find who sings to this heart of mine. ‘Cross the crags and sharp incline, […]
The world of late is full of crashing sound and blurry vision, a thunder crash inside a cloud – lost in indecision. Some claim that sunshine lurks around the corner, only waiting for those who dare beyond the haze, past the senseless hating of those who in the darkness loudly curse the coming daylight that […]