Mamma Moses
We all thanks ye
Trips and trips
You runned up North.
Grabbing captives
Pressed for freedom
Letting dignity come forth.
Common name
You hardly had one.
Chattels simply come
When hailed.
Or the Whip is
Quick to follow.
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The wedding gave a chance
To think on those in lineage
Hurts and hopes of forbears
The gold in family line.
Now this fresh young couple
Respecting vows they crafted
Rings exchanged quite endless
A union for all time.
Didn’t God envision
A... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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New Brunswick
The long red flats stretch open to the sky,
Breathing their moisture on the August air.
The seaweeds cling with flesh-like fingers where
The rocks give shelter that the sands deny;
And wrapped in all her summer harmonies
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He was a genealogist.
Newspaper guy.
Biographer.
Nephew of Mark Twain. Samuel Clemens.
The oldest book in
My possession is his creation, 1899.
“A Ken of Kipling.”
In it he describes Rudyard Kipling’s
Intense yearning for knowledge.
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Power of Agreement, Anointing
Something happened on that floor.
Auditorium .
Beat and expectation.
Unavoidable smiles.
Yearning to sing.
Oh, but I’m not a Singer.
Yeah, so what, Girl?
Let it out.
In this place we get it.
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Coming to create
Not yet knowing
Topic or style
Nifty words or cadence.
It might take a while.
But you have gotten me past
Readership, numbers
Following of note
Let it not be Doug.
But rather words you wrote.
Some topic troubling
Or... – by Wayne Blair | 129 Views added 1 year ago
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It happens and
You think your world is shifting
Once you had the brave
Tales, scenes, values.
Now all is drifting.
Words were novel, catchy
They came from sources
Arresting.
Now the dullness, sameness
Is so very testing…
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Do you love?
Not with the glands.
Not from some needs list
With gaps showing.
Not to silence
Echoes of loneliness.
Not in the panic
To parent.
Not to conform.
Not for that patient
Listening ear,
Willing to hear
Yours and yours alone.
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Gary was the newbie.
Summer student with
The Grounds Crew on campus.
Early spring clean up.
Fallen branches mulched
Brooming the sand accumulations
In the parking areas.
Setting out, securing of
Seasonal furniture.
Replacing severely... – by Wayne Blair | 17 Views added 1 year ago
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You see him, Lord?
You see him?
For years this awful mess.
He scarcely can express himself
Can’t even wash or dress.
His antics get folks going
They fear what might come next.
He roars in hot frustration
Sore lonely and sore vexed.
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I used to have His Glory
Feeling His warmth
Touch, whispers.
But the one unanswered prayer
Repeated oftentimes.
One stinging disappointment
Stole it all.
Darkened the mornings.
Made the words of Gospel friends
Seem shallow, feigned
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Nothing cloistered.
Not much in the evangelical
But really a healthy dose of conscience
And gritty resolve.
Never too late, yaknow.
He was button down
And by the clock.
Managing tirelessly
A bunch of young bureaucrats.
They could not... – by Wayne Blair | 12 Views added 1 year ago
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Alexander Peden, outcast
It was that Sabbath.
Last one inside the Kirk.
Preacher Peden shook hands
Smiling with that slight hint of courage…
Brethren, women this is it.
Thanks for showing
In spite of drizzle.
So what is drizzle
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We were having a “business lunch”
Couple of audit projects
At the Office.
Pleasant, quiet little Bistro.
Tried a few times.
French onion soup and buns.
Delicious butter.
Delightful newfound herbal teas.
Each time here, feeling more relaxed.
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My sore ran in the night
Sleep denied
Wept and cried.
Why Lord
This abandonment and shame?
I have not denied your Name.
And villains mock
They taunt my faith in You
And now my life pursue.
Do you not arise
For sake of the meek?
Tempered... – by Wayne Blair | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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I just want to share this poem by Archibald Lampman (1861-1899).I can remember enjoying the drive east on Highway Three from Blenheim to Morpeth. Just before you reach the turn-off for Rondeau Park, you will see a small church- memorial and... – by Wayne Blair | 95 Views added 1 year ago
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Why can’t you just listen?
Why can’t you just pause?
I hurt and I want to explode.
There’s nobody else here.
I’ve come just to you
To rant and release this hard load.
But you have your Gospel
And hurt once or twice
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Never alone
They said at the starting
You would be there
Through thick and through thin
Never a chance
Your ever departing
Happy to hear this
I just walked right in.
Heard of your shame
And pain on the Hilltop
Heard of the folk
Who... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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We have this time
Classmates in English Lit.
Chairs adjoining.
But now Cafeteria
Eleven AM Wednesday.
Warm coffee, muffins
And Neil Young, Joni Mitchell
On the Radio.
Intimate corner of the room.
Your essay topic
Has brought on the... – by Wayne Blair | 23 Views added 1 year ago
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The system is racked with strain
Sleep scarcely brought relief.
Too much grief. Too much grief.
All yesterday spent
Advancing on the Hun.
Thought we had them on the run.
A crazed momentum of
Dreamed bleeding conquest.
We gave our best.
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He was dying and things he said on tape.
(Brandon said.)
Put the blame not on my brother Ken
But on his brother Curtis who
Ran the auto body shop which
He had bank rolled.
The shop also defaced registration imprints.
Numbers on stolen... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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She kissed me when she said good-bye—
A child's kiss, neither bold nor shy.
We had met but a few short summer hours;
Talked of the sun, the wind, the flowers,
Sports and people; had rambled through
A casual catchy song or two,
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PSALM 85
It makes little sense.
Finding a place of co-existence
For mercy and truth
For righteousness and peace.
God is so lofty and pure.
We are smudges
Of disappointment and doubt.
But at the Cross, reconciliation.
God abandoning His... – by Wayne Blair | 14 Views added 1 year ago
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He’s new to this district
And found us in prayer
All down by the river
Our burdens to share.
We women were needy
We women were dry
We women were hopeful
That God would come by.
And fresh from the harbour
There came this strange man
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There is a spot
Next to Wendy’s Fast Food.
Lots of trees
Awaiting leaves.
Next to a small
Creek
running clear
And lyrical.
The crows are above
Many of them.
Black and boisterous.
But their cries hold
The magic and promise
Of May... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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His Hands are wet with my clay.
Spinning, spinning.
Shaping, shaping.
His Mind already holds
The beautiful Design.
The figure and fascination.
That I am yet to be.
His Way.
His Peddle pumping.
There has been no squeezing... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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I love you Jesus
Love you. I will start with this.
Each day I am confident
Of your Compassion.
Courage. Calm.
Caretaking.
Coaching.
There is not a place for
Self-confidence
Self -serving
Self-absorption.
Self-reliance.
You have... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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Last two days in April
Thumbed his way
From Hamilton smoke and chimney
To bright breezy beaches
Of Dover.
Tad bit early but
Daffodils were out.
Robins and doves were back.
Looked like a green light.
He boogied south.
Light packing... – by Wayne Blair | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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ANTHEM FOR DOOMED YOUTH
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
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The prop boat is wonderful.
Reeds, branches, mangroves
No problem, Wanderer.
You just skim over.
Easy to get lost in here.
Better have your compass
Dear Dumb Ass.
Portable radio giving out
John Lee Hooker and B.B. King.
Bonnie... – by Wayne Blair | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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