Conductor of praise
That is what I am
I can wave my arms like a madman
Frantically freakish
Look at me God
I am not sheepish
I can wear my tuxedo
My proper primness so stuffy
I can intimidate the audience with my pompous ruffles so fluffy
Conductor of praise
That is what I am
I can choose to be trained
By the work of His hands
I can yield all my muscles
To respond to His usher
I can, with each motion
Wield force to the gust of Glorious Bluster
Conductor of Praise
Bring the Kingdom to Earth
Those who have eyes
And those who have ears
Pray scales will fall fiercley
As heaven reveres
The Creator
The Maker
The God over all
Conductor of praise
To my knees
To the ground
To my agenda's death
Fall without sound
Take my wand and break it
As you show me the way
To love my neighbor
Foregoing the stage
To usher in sweetly
To love and be loved
To trust and be trusted
With the peace of a dove
Trish Trueblood
Friday, March 16, 2007
Conductor of Praise
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4 comments:
I always have trouble commenting on your poems because everything I think to say sounds trival to the talent that you've shared.
I've never written a poem that doesn't rhyme. I don't have that kind of skills. Anyway, thanks for sharing your writing.
Hey, where in the world did you find the Ragamuffin Diva? I was intantly captivated by her writing!
Thank you so much Brandi, it means more than you know. I have wondered if most people just don't get it, or if I am just too out there. You see when I read my work, I hear a rhythm. I think maybe I just need to find a poetry forum. As far as Ragamuffin Diva- I have an internet girl crush on her writing ability. She is a professional if you cannot tell- she has been published, I really want to buy her books.Yikes, I already have so much to read. I have never been able to capture things in that Diva way. Thank you again for sharing- I am looking forward to BFW to get closer to you. I am also fascinated with all of your beautiful family. xoxoxo
Brandi, you hit the nail on the proverbial head. I couldn't figure out why I could never comment on any of Trish's poems. I feel inadequate to comment. Somehow saying "nice" or "that was beautiful" doesn't seem adequate. Sorry Trish, I don't mean to talk about you like you're not in the room. I love your poetry. It's sometimes so bold and fierce and at other times so gentle and delicate. I guess that's how I see you. How's that for a comment!
I like it! It is a real good comment! Pretty freaking fantastic! Okay so it has been too long since I have seen the Nacho. My accent is waning. But seriously, I am glad you like. Sometimes, when I write something, it just comes out, then I look at it to figure out why it came out at all. This one reminded me of Seuss and Silverstein. It was like the caricature of soul flesh and spiritual muscle. I think.
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