If God Had A Facebook

Who can count the grains of sand

Lying on the beach?

Who can see the universe

And see the planets each

I know God knows me

I’m a grain of sand

On a tiny planet

I am just one hand

If God had a Facebook

I would be his friend

Facebook might just break

His friends would never end

God can see the universe

He knows us one and all

If he were on Facebook

My cares would come up small

Every day on Facebook

Drama holds the reins

There are those who comfort

Others know their pains

Fights may start on Facebook

Even in the home

Crying eyes and sometimes more

Thoughts that grow and roam

But with God on Facebook

Troubles may just cease

He would ever listen

He would give me peace

Even without Facebook

God is really there

If we simply turn to him

If we share a prayer

Poetry Is

Poetry is flowing letters

An alphabet cereal pouring on the page

Following the milk before it

Sweet, not sour, in the words

Poetry is inquiry

A question answered, a problem solved

Crumpled pages of written wrong

Ending up with beautiful words

Poetry is a gift

A father teaching his son to love
And a baby's first steps, her parent's smiles

The Samaritan taking pity on a stranger

Poetry is a nature, a life

Slightly tilted for the view

See the sun, the ice bound trees

Giving way to spring at last

Poetry is a learning experience

When we think we know a truth

Arrayed in different shades of gray
We see a different side

A Poem's Poetry

Poetry will make me fly on angel wings of peace
Giving me the strength to try a different kind of piece
When I read another work I find a newer place
Broadening my simple view to see all time and space

Some confusion lends me work to figure out in rhyme
When I feel that sense of need I feel that I have time
Looking out upon the world and something stops my eye
When I see a simple rock or bird is flying by

If an image seems to be more than what it is
I must look and think a lot of why it makes me quiz
When a poem wants to start, I must find the beat
If the poem wants to be, I must make it sweet

Starting with a whisper, then a single word
When the poem lives, I will know I'm heard
People live like poems, changing to be great
Once a little thing grows to have much weight

Poems much like people are complex to a t
Sometimes simple poems wish to only be
With the proper words the message will be born
Growing, understanding, till we all are worn

A Poem About Poetry

I find poems give a soothing kind of peace
When I am confused, or when I need release
Reading others work helps me learn with mine
Often I will seek another type of line

What I hope to gain is broad, never dense
Simply I would like my poems to make sense
Still the odd word will interrupt my rhyme
Somehow it is soothing, knowing I have time

When a poem starts, I start with what it is
What has made me think, or what has made me quiz
Things that are uncertain, what has made me sad
When I think to write, always I am glad

People are like poems, complex to a t
As with people sometimes, poems wish to be
First the thought preparing, then a single word
Sometimes with a whisper, it alone is heard