tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51456530600044447402024-03-06T00:44:58.248-08:00Poetry LostCurt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-74345011556390471912013-02-28T23:15:00.001-08:002013-02-28T23:15:35.413-08:00Persistent, Patient Savior(Knock) "I'm desperately alone."<br />
(Knock) "Distracted on the phone."<br />
(Knock) "Mind's confused, unclear"<br />
(Knock) "Overwhelmed, filled with fear,"<br />
(Knock) "Guilt destroying me."<br />
(Knock) "Sin blurring what I see."<br />
(Knock) "Unstable, consumed with doubt.<br />
(Knock) "I want escape, freedom, out." <br />
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I have hope<br />
I Repent<br />
I Believe<br />
I have forgiveness.<br />
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Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me. <br />
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Revelation 3:15-22<br />
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“‘I know your works: you are neither cold nor hot. Would that you were either cold or hot! So, because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of my mouth. For you say, I am rich, I have prospered, and I need nothing, not realizing that you are wretched, pitiable, poor, blind, and naked. I counsel you to buy from me gold refined by fire, so that you may be rich, and white garments so that you may clothe yourself and the shame of your nakedness may not be seen, and salve to anoint your eyes, so that you may see. Those whom I love, I reprove and discipline, so be zealous and repent. <br />
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Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me. <br />
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The one who conquers, I will grant him to sit with me on my throne, as I also conquered and sat down with my Father on his throne. He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches.’”</div>
Curt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-44183452057542739712013-02-28T23:04:00.003-08:002013-02-28T23:04:54.687-08:00Ripton's Roar<div align="center">
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Winter's cold, <br />but not cold enough to stop the flow <br />of Ripton's river old.<br /><br />Out of sight,<br />still I can hear the water singing<br />as it runs with might.<br /><br />Rocks abound<br />and liquid chords are played<br />as it flows around.<br /><br />Sudden falls<br />great heights drum Ripton's roar<br />in nature's melodic calls.<br /><br />Parallel road<br />runs down and along the river<br />hearing all that's told.<br /><br />Ears hear<br />river ever telling of creator's glory<br />quelling my lonely fear.<br /></div>
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Route 125 is the state highway connecting Route 7 on the west side of the mountain and Route 100 on the east side of the mountain. Ripton, Vermont is the tiny town at the top of the mountain, just south of an area known as "Robert Frost Mountain". Middlebury River is a beautiful mountain river running along the road.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.riptonvt.org/" rel="nofollow">http://www.riptonvt.org/</a></div>
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Curt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-26787639649464131422013-02-28T22:57:00.002-08:002013-02-28T22:57:23.965-08:00Face Flush As Drinks Rush (Haiku)<div style="text-align: center;">
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Wisdom from Proverbs 23:29-35<br /><br />Who has woe? Who has sorrow? <br /> Who has strife? Who has complaining? <br />Who has wounds without cause? Who has redness of eyes?<br />Those who tarry long over wine; <br /> those who go to try mixed wine.<br />Do not look at wine when it is red, <br /> when it sparkles in the cup and goes down smoothly.<br />In the end it bites like a serpent and stings like an adder.<br />Your eyes will see strange things,<br /> and your heart utter perverse things.<br />You will be like one who lies down in the midst of the sea,<br /> like one who lies on the top of a mast.<br />“They struck me,” you will say,[i] “but I was not hurt;<br /> they beat me, but I did not feel it.<br />When shall I awake?<br /> I must have another drink.”</div>
Curt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-20538409705647995662013-02-28T22:54:00.003-08:002013-02-28T22:55:35.238-08:00Aquarium Lives (Haiku)<br />
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Curt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-3239386059954595472013-02-28T22:50:00.002-08:002013-02-28T22:50:47.958-08:00Father?As I have received the call to father my four growing boys;<br />I have listened to tales by my precious wife of many years<br />With shaking soul she's often told me through her hurting tears<br />As an innocent child, wretched men treated her as their toys.<br /><br />Some men she did not know, but they were not the first<br />They came along as she tried to find meaning in this life<br />In the beginning her trust betrayed, found shattered strife<br />Those called to protect her; treasonously were the worst.<br /><br /> As a man, I know about the sexual passion and the drive;<br />But I cannot fathom or accept the raping of a precious girl<br />Blindly selfish, tipping and turning upside down her world.<br />like disjointed verses of poems I observed in my lady's life.<br /><br />Cinema often tries to tell the story, but may just fuel the fire<br />showing to our eyes the core level pain through bitter eyes<br />the sensuality and rawness, may entice the lust in selfish minds<br />boring deeper the desperate trouble in which our world is mired.<br /><br />A father's calling is greater than an ocean, redwood or eternity<br />A calling, an appointing, a charge that cannot be lightly used<br />Will this man hold and love and care? Or will he hurt and abuse?<br />Who called you, O man, to love your girls and women you see?<br /><br />God is our Father; revealed In His Word: loving, tender and kind.<br />Meant among His innumerable qualities to model for us a man;<br />And show us how to love, to protect, to value the best that we can.<br />Who among you men will embrace the call; courage and honor find? Curt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-49896951692030492852013-02-25T19:08:00.002-08:002013-03-02T17:23:40.379-08:00Heart Presenting In (Haiku)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Curt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-2692037754983632082013-02-25T19:07:00.000-08:002013-02-25T19:07:00.615-08:00The Seven Sons of Sceva1. There were seven sons of Sceva who went from place to place,<br />Appealing against demonic spirits, commanding evil face to face!<br />"We command you by the name of Jesus, who is preached of by this Paul:<br />Depart from the lives of these helpless ones, leave one and all!"<br />And the spirits answered simply, for they knew Christ and Paul,<br />"Tell us who are you sons of Sceva? We don't know you at all!"<br /><br /><br />Evil is he who after your soul; evil is he who won't let you go!<br />But greater is He who is in your heart, than he who's in the world.<br /><br /><br />2. For the seven sons of Sceva, had not known Him personally,<br />this Jesus Christ whose authority, they used so foolishly.<br />The demons truly understood that these men had no power,<br />So they overcame and subdued them, even within the hour!<br />Then they drove the men out naked, wounded and disgraced;<br />all because they knew not God, their efforts were laid to waste!<br /><br /><br />Evil is he who after your soul; evil is he who won't let you go!<br />But greater is He who is in your heart, than he who's in the world.<br /><br /><br />3. Like the seven sons of Sceva, we often do the same.<br />We don't draw very near to God, therefore we fall back in shame,<br />Because we lack the strength to face them who strongly want our soul;<br />The Way of Christ is cleary shown us, yet there remains a tragic hole.<br />So before you stand to oppose the devil, drop down on bended knees, <br />Submit yourself therefore to Almighty God, only then, will Satan flee!<br /><br /><br />Evil is he who after your soul; evil is he who won't let you go!<br />But greater is He who is in your heart, than he who's in the world.<br /><br />So devote yourself to Lord in prayer, draw yourself where the Lord is near,<br />Then stand against the arrows of Satan, and He will flee from you!<br />
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In 1989 I wrote a song, "The Seven Sons Of Sceva" out of the story found in Acts 19:13-16. I made up the tune, and then a good friend, Faith Beam (now, Faith Wilson) put the song above to a written tune. <br /><br />Acts 19:13-16 -13 "Then some of the itinerant Jewish exorcists undertook to invoke the name of the Lord Jesus over those who had evil spirits, saying, “I adjure you by the Jesus whom Paul proclaims.” Seven sons of a Jewish high priest named Sceva were doing this. But the evil spirit answered them, “Jesus I know, and Paul I recognize, but who are you?” And the man in whom was the evil spirit leaped on them, mastered all[a] of them and overpowered them, so that they fled out of that house naked and wounded.</div>
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Curt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-1126294816989111542013-02-25T19:05:00.002-08:002013-02-25T19:05:42.615-08:00A Necessary Painting ProjectI arrived at this place at quarter to seven;<br />the long drive in was anything but heaven.<br /><br />You see, I begin an ambitious project today,<br />One that I put off--things just got in the way!<br /><br />Or likely it was me who put the distractions there<br />To stall for time, sort my thinking, to clear the air.<br /><br />It seems the size and scope filled me with fear,<br />And a sense of doom grew as the time drew near<br /><br />These vibrant colors will allow a new view on all<br />The past forgotten, freshness needed on this wall.<br /><br />"Cover it! Make it go away!" This has been my plan,<br />"Do it quickly!" And then move on as quick as I can.<br /><br />Avoiding this has not made the situation any good;<br />It was "Out of sight, out of mind!" as long as I could.<br /><br />But delays only made an increase of a type of mold,<br />As the problems grew larger, as well as it grew old.<br /><br />Like yeast that causes growth that is hardly seen,<br />It spews out bitterness, anger, its just plain mean.<br /><br />I take a deep breath, start with a hug and prayer,<br />And truly own my own fault, and listen with care.<br /><br />For the record, it is my pride that I must choose<br />to abandon--and my own selfish desires to lose,<br /><br />Surely by leaving this world's wisdom far behind<br />I can now see that a hopeful future can be mine.<br /><br />No longer cowardly, hiding or covering it up too.<br />God's Word and His Spirit leads us to make it new.<br /><br />Engaging those people that I love brings the wins<br />Reconciling. Finding love covers a multitude of sins<br /><br />By now boldly taking tools, the roller, the brush;<br />Tediously, courageously doing what I must.Curt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-31884126485539550562013-02-25T19:04:00.001-08:002013-02-25T19:04:45.029-08:00There's A Hope Within MeWhat is there to live for?<br /><br />There's so much in life to live for.<br />Life is filled with joy each day.<br />There are people and places more<br />Richer, greater than I can say.<br /><br />I'm in love with my wife, twenty two years,<br />I cherish my four sons, gifts each one <br />I have friends and family, far and near.<br />Chica, my dog; and where we call home.<br /><br />Many are passions which occupy me.<br />I enjoy carpentry as my work each day.<br />Or up a winding path of rocks and trees.<br />Exploring, walking, biking along the way<br /><br />But I ask you questions deep and great: <br />What happens when things go wrong?<br />When all I value is stripped from me away?<br />My health falters? or my life ebbs till gone?<br /><br />What remains?<br /><br />In Christ I have eternal life received,<br />Gifted mercy, forgiveness for my sin;<br />from the bondage of guilt I'm freed!<br />A fountain of life springing from within.<br /><br />In the end, to Glorify Him.Curt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-91410815992383769352013-02-25T19:03:00.002-08:002013-02-28T23:17:42.099-08:00Persistent. Patient Savior(Knock) "I'm desperately alone."<br />
(Knock) "Distracted on the phone."<br />
(Knock) "Mind's confused, unclear"<br />
(Knock) "Overwhelmed, filled with fear,"<br />
(Knock) "Guilt destroying me."<br />
(Knock) "Sin blurring what I see."<br />
(Knock) "Unstable, consumed with doubt.<br />
(Knock) "I want escape, freedom, out." <br />
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I have hope<br />
I Repent<br />
I Believe<br />
I have forgiveness.<br />
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Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me. <br />
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Revelation 3:15-22<br />
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“‘I know your works: you are neither cold nor hot. Would that you were either cold or hot! So, because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of my mouth. For you say, I am rich, I have prospered, and I need nothing, not realizing that you are wretched, pitiable, poor, blind, and naked. I counsel you to buy from me gold refined by fire, so that you may be rich, and white garments so that you may clothe yourself and the shame of your nakedness may not be seen, and salve to anoint your eyes, so that you may see. Those whom I love, I reprove and discipline, so be zealous and repent. <br />
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Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me. <br />
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The one who conquers, I will grant him to sit with me on my throne, as I also conquered and sat down with my Father on his throne. He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches.’”</div>
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Curt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-32094551156872161692013-02-23T11:47:00.002-08:002013-02-23T11:47:44.796-08:00"The Poem Of Your Life", sung by Michael CardHere'e s link to Michael Card singing, "The Poem Of Your Life".<br />
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aa1SD-eVhNcCurt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-72407891811320271032013-02-21T17:48:00.000-08:002013-02-21T20:41:03.295-08:00Haikus<span style="font-family: Arial;">Here's some Haikus that I am working on:</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><em><span style="font-size: large;"></span></em><br />3<br /><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Water dripping down<br />wrapping around the faucet<br />cold, building ice forms</em></span><br /><br />4<br /><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Brief poetry song<br />blending five and seven sounds<br />a piece of music</em></span><br />
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5<br /><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Silence filling ears<br />Peace, tranquiity affects<br />lost by tinnitus.</em></span></span><br />Curt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-2157426399654963662013-02-20T08:39:00.003-08:002013-02-20T09:44:07.111-08:00Learning How To Write a HaikuRecently, I challenged myself through a 20 word limit poetry contest to write a Haiku, which generally I have never liked.<br />
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I did some reading on how to write a haiku, and then posted the following for the contest:<br />
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Breath comes richly<br />
fills my lung, my soul with life<br />
till all is gone<br />
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Breath comes in richly<br />
fills lungs, my soul with life, till<br />
death comes in boldly <br />
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I like this one. And, it follows the "rules" of Haiku writing. Check out the links below and post one of your own here.<br />
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<a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Write-a-Haiku-Poem">http://www.wikihow.com/Write-a-Haiku-Poem</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.creative-writing-now.com/how-to-write-a-haiku.html">http://www.creative-writing-now.com/how-to-write-a-haiku.html</a><br />
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Curt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-43598388442090426012013-02-18T14:10:00.001-08:002013-02-18T14:10:52.904-08:00Letter From Petersburg, March 4, 1865I'm writing, my dear Mother, upon hearing reports from early today<br />Tell of Lincoln's inauguration; Perhaps this will seal victory's sway.<br /><br />Late riders came bearing noble words, "With malice toward none;<br />charity for all, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, as one<br /><br />to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and a lasting peace<br />among ourselves, and with all nations." May warring finally cease!<br /><br />Mother, most of these good men here are still much older than I;<br />Though each and every day more join in, while many others die.<br /><br />I love you and thank you for kind words in fine letters I received<br />God willing I do not intend to give you a reason to be bereaved.<br /><br />You know I turned twenty-two on January fourteen this very year,<br />I surely pray and feel that the end of this wretched conflict is near.<br /><br />Four months removed, I'm still lifted by Mr. Lincoln's words and win<br />With what we are doing and what's at stake, I am grateful he's still in.<br /><br />"I earnestly believe that the consequences of this day's work," said he<br />"will be to the lasting advantage, if not the very salvation, of the country,"<br /><br />We blues are surrounding them greys with the brave Grant as our head,<br />Since I started at troubled Spotsylvania last May, following where he led.<br /><br />I recall great Richmond, and our first throw against Petersburg this pest,<br />I try to forget many men I loved and lost at Cold Harbor, that crucible test. <br /><br />News says Johnston's almost down, and out here we face the mighty Lee<br />Here in the South, Petersburg may be the final bloody battle that we will see.<br /><br />My hope remains as I rest in the cleft of my Rock, in the Refuge for my soul,<br />Returning to you and father in a single piece, a country of peace, is my goal.<br /><br />At the end of today, as I rest among the men, leaning against this oak tree,<br />I've rehersed my letter with a grasshopper that knows nothing of the scene.<br /><br />I tend carefully to a little wound received in this day's battle on my thumb, <br />To both of you with perseverance, fondness, with love from your only son.Curt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-33154545053277874752013-02-18T14:09:00.002-08:002013-02-18T14:09:35.125-08:00what's it like to be in prisoni wonder from <br />afar <br />what its like <br />to be in prison<br /><br />to have walls<br />blocking <br />out the sunlight<br />warmth upon my face;<br />no joys and pains of relationships<br /><br />to see wind<br />blowing<br />a woman's hair<br />and kissing her face<br />with passion and depth of love<br /><br />to hear news<br />announcing<br />an event unfolding<br />with drama and wonder<br />and how it affects and impresses<br /><br /><br />i know a man in prison<br />alone<br />in his barred room<br />leaving when and how he's told<br />surrounded by grey and plain and drab<br /><br />i wonder if the man would be<br />encouraged<br />if I paid him a visit<br />maybe played a game of chess<br />or checkers or cards; or maybe not <br /><br />i've heard how we are<br />blessed<br />if we move to our unknown<br />and bring gentle words of care<br />and leave our security, and see him in prison<br /><br />i don' think i'll overcome<br />anxiety<br />that i would change<br />the ways things are and go<br />since I see that i am the man in prisonCurt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-5427280102163089472013-02-13T10:09:00.002-08:002013-02-18T14:07:14.801-08:00Who It Is That Can Amend A Choice Made?Who it is that can amend a choice made?<br />That can draw back water bursting the damn?<br /><br /><br />I was lured and enticed by my own desire.<br />I am madder about it than I was before<br />All the choices I pursued; I call this 'too late'.<br /><br />Need reduction of this poison in my soul<br />That digs and twirls within my orbit<br />Consuming the fiber of who I am<br />Uniting self destruction with living.<br />The desire conceived gives birth<br />Producing death deep in my soul.<br /><br />This is my dilemma: I waged war<br />in my mind to consider slight an indiscretion<br />To allow my guard to be lowered at battle; <br />Creating a growing, spreading iridescent stain<br />like blood and soil and water, arriving<br />To allow the crease, then the crack,<br />the choice to sin that threatens my life. <br /><br /><br />Who it is that can amend a choice made? <br />Only He who commands souls and tempests be still!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>The following word list was given as a prompt: iridescent, crease, slight, arrive, unite, madder, fiber, reduction, dilemma, poison, twirl, orbit</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>21 So I find it to be a law that when I want to do right, evil lies close at hand. 22 For I delight in the law of God, in my inner being, 23 but I see in my members another law waging war against the law of my mind and making me captive to the law of sin that dwells in my members. 24 Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? 25 Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord! So then, I myself serve the law of God with my mind, but with my flesh I serve the law of sin.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>James 1:13-18<br />13 Let no one say when he is tempted, “I am being tempted by God,” for God cannot be tempted with evil, and he himself tempts no one. 14 But each person is tempted when he is lured and enticed by his own desire. 15 Then desire when it has conceived gives birth to sin, and sin when it is fully grown brings forth death.</em></span><br />
<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">16 Do not be deceived, my beloved brothers. 17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.[d] 18 Of his own will he brought us forth by the word of truth, that we should be a kind of firstfruits of his creatures.</span></em> <br />
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<br />Curt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-58497544235415356652013-02-12T23:26:00.003-08:002013-02-13T12:23:11.870-08:00Carpet On The Floor On a winter day<br />
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To settle down<br />
In a chair I found.<br />
Letting my feet be wrapped in the carpet.<br />
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Waiting there<br />
Almost everywhere<br />
Not a single sound<br />
From the little mound.<br />
Spread wide open on the floor.<br />
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A best friend<br />
Doing what it can<br />
To warm my soul<br />
When I am cold<br />
Much more than simple furnishing. <br />
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Dark in the room.<br />
Sun will be up soon.<br />
Beside the bed.<br />
Near the head.<br />
I stepped on the edge and it yelped.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Like a carpet on the floor, ever present, ever ready to warm and cheer, our dog, Chica is near her people.</em></span>Curt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-38308107554446747672013-02-12T23:03:00.005-08:002013-02-12T23:03:56.561-08:00I To Work, You To Wait Passionate love; <br />Best when pure,<br />Married.<br />Free from chains;<br />Open to share:<br />Aubade; <br />sung to you<br />While I to work, <br />you to wait<br />until dinner.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>I tried writing this new piece on a Prompt from a poetry contest on allpoetry.com. </em></span><br />
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<span><span style="font-family: bookmark old style,arial;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">sabaism</span> - The worship of stars</span></em></span></span></div>
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<span><span style="font-family: bookmark old style,arial;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">mimp</span> - To speak in a prissy manner, usually with pursed lips</span></em></span></span></div>
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<li><em><span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong>Awards</strong>200 for gold, 150 for silver, 100 for bronze.</span></em></li>
<li><strong><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Categories:</span></em></strong><a class="cat" href="http://allpoetry.com/poems/about/and-comment-focussed"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">and comment focussed</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">, </span></em><a class="cat" href="http://allpoetry.com/poems/about/contest"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">contest</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">, </span></em><a class="cat" href="http://allpoetry.com/poems/about/imagery"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">imagery</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">.<span id="views">71</span></span></em><a href="http://allpoetry.com/log/2593237?kind=contest"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">views</span></em></a></li>
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Lord, too often I am seeing</div>
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That I miss what I am being</div>
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In lieu of affections somewhere else.</div>
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I labor on toward a prize </div>
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Not designed to avert my eyes</div>
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From the grit of living right before me.</div>
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You called me in life to live</div>
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Sacrificial love to those in my reach.</div>
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Though heaven in due time will call</div>
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And earthiness from me will fall</div>
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Today's the place needing my attention.</div>
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Fill me with Your spirits power</div>
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For demands of this very hour.</div>
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That I might be Your hands and feet here.</div>
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">February 7, 2013 - For the second time this week, I am sitting
in an emergency room chair shifting uncomfortably, trying without success to
drift into an elusive sleep.<br /><br />The times I have been here--or a place like
it--over the past several years have been too many to count. The experiences
generally blend into a single element of a much larger picture.<br /><br />It's
occurring to me again that while I sit here in this chair best suited for Papa
Bear, my dear wife Mineke is--again--experiencing physical health issues and is
getting much needed treatment, care, and now rest after days of throwing up and
dehydration. <br /><br />How easy it is for me to focus on my comfort level of the
moment and then forget this. How easy it is to have my mind consumed by the
events of the day, the schedule of tomorrow, the financial concerns; you know I
could go on.<br /><br />Jesus zeroed in on this as an issue of walking in faith,
trusting Him in all situations. Allowing yourself to be fully on what
circumstance He has called you to; and what precious people He has called you to
share life with. In Matthew 6:34, our Lord puts it this way: "Therefore do not
be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient
for the day is its own trouble." I want to be all there on today.<br /><br />Father,
please forgive me for being self absorbed and failing to put my all into
attending to the needs of Mineke, my wife, my fellow heir in Your calling of
life.<br /><br />She is resting, her eyes are gently closing; we have a few minutes
before the doctor returns with instructions. Up on the wall, the hands on the
face just moved into the new day; now I'm thinking through capturing these
thoughts.</span></em></div>
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Curt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-49898915099977110372013-02-06T22:54:00.000-08:002013-02-06T22:54:24.706-08:00Poetry Contest: John 11:1-38Go to allpoetry.com. Contest title is John 11:1-44. Read this passage in the Bible. Enter your poem on this website; all other entries will be viewed and judged according to these rules on that site.<br />
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<li>Read John 11:1-44 and write a poem expressing your thoughts, reactions, questions, responses to this reading.</li>
<li>Your poem needs to be between 5 and 25 lines.</li>
<li>To qualify, you need to read and comment on each entry. Brief comments ok.</li>
<li>Allow permission for me to post your work, with credit to the author on my blog. poetry-lost.blogspot.com</li>
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Contest closes on February 14, 2013.Curt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-73426710764910032232013-02-04T22:14:00.001-08:002013-02-04T22:52:33.778-08:00Found Under The Sun<br />
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Darkness.<br />
Sounds of fear.<br />
Weight of wonder.<br />
I open my eyes. I search for something known.<br />
My God what happened?<br />
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People.<br />
Faces with fear.<br />
Confusion and resolve.<br />
My eyes lock on my son. Someone I know!<br />
Whispering prayer to God.<br />
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Chaos.<br />
Order erased.<br />
Heaviness; feeling loss.<br />
We try to find meaning in this puzzle.<br />
Father, we are leaning upon You.<br />
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Hope.<br />
Ray of warmth.<br />
We struggle to gain the sight.<br />
Sun pierces through our eyes!<br />
You never left, forsook us.<br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">**Written for an allpoetry.com Contest, "End Of The World" with the following direction: </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">What would you do if you woke up one day in a bomb shelter and the world ended? You woke up not knowing where you are or how you got there. You leave and see everything is gone. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">You job is to detail what you see, how you feel ect. I want your vision and version of how you think the end of everything is. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">I want feeling and details. Do you have a love? family? Do you see any others? Do you find the cause? Start again? End yourself? What do you do? </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">80 words, no more, no less</span></em>Curt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-10055866757610282732013-02-04T21:28:00.001-08:002013-02-04T21:34:03.450-08:00The Case Of The Missing Peanut Butter Cookies<br />
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Crumbs upon the yellow plate. </div>
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Mocking me who chose to wait. </div>
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Wafting scent of peanut butter. </div>
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Dreams of six on one another. </div>
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Lonely glass of undrunk milk <br />
Kitchen witness of varied ilk. </div>
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Echoes of the sound of moving. <br />
Dark concealed something doing. </div>
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No fingerprints of man to find. <br />
No special marks of any kind. </div>
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A moment I was on the phone. <br />
My dog rests smiling all alone. </div>
Curt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-84338625352503324552013-01-31T18:25:00.002-08:002013-02-04T23:24:50.181-08:00The Dead Man's Poem<div style="text-align: center;">
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<em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">The Dead Man's Poem</span></strong></em><br />
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Word of God speaks: Come forth!</div>
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How do my dead ears hear?</div>
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How can my dead eyes see?</div>
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What? These limbs three days in the grave</div>
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Have strength to stand? To walk?</div>
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How am I able to unfurl the wrappings of the dead</div>
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That encircle my body?</div>
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Oh! The stench of my rotting flesh overpowers </div>
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Even the burial spices.</div>
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How can this dead nose sense these fragrances?</div>
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I was dead.</div>
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God has given me life!</div>
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Word of God speaks: Believe!</div>
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Pierce with Sword of Spirit in my dead ears;</div>
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Strip the scales of blindness from my eyes!</div>
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God, raise me to walk in newness of life,</div>
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Grant me strength in You to stand;</div>
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Spirit of Christ quicken life in my soul</div>
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No boast, no work can I do, just receive!</div>
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No righteousness of my own, His given to me!</div>
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No place in heaven can I earn, trust Him!</div>
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How can I, so wretched and full of sin,</div>
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Be cleansed by Your shed blood</div>
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You have given me eternal life!</div>
Curt Audethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269803477286776779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5145653060004444740.post-46095913649602527862013-01-31T18:18:00.002-08:002013-02-04T23:27:02.873-08:00You've Come With Me<div style="text-align: center;">
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<em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">You've Come With Me</span></strong></em><br />
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When I asked you to join me,<br />
I admit I did not really see<br />
what lie before us around the corner.<br />
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I had much in the way of dreams<br />
that worked only in my head, it seems<br />
Until we got to each of the places.<br />
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I found I had nothing to hold<br />
except visons and plans so bold<br />
With a tear I look into your eyes now.<br />
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I feel that I have let you down;<br />
that you may be sad with what you found<br />
here together holding my hand.<br />
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We still may have days to go.<br />
The future I still do not know.<br />
but I'm glad you've come with me.</div>
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