Over the Envy

Another in the Deadly Sin series, using a random title from FAWM.

I thought I was over the envy.
We hadn’t met for years.
I’d gone my way, she’d gone hers.
We both were successful and happy.

She picked the restaurant.
A bit steep for me, but I had my plastic.
Designer suit and perfect lipstick—
She hugged me short and laughed.

Under the make-up and electric tan
She was just as old as me.
I noted this fact briefly,
My eyes on the rock on her hand.

I saw her scan me up and down
Assessing, judging shoes and dress.
She said she had lost my address,
Was I still living here in town?

“Parochial, dowdy, aging frump”
Echoed in my head,
Even though she really said,
“I’m so thrilled that you could come.”

What we said and what we ate
I really can’t recall.
The voice of Envy drowned it all,
And hate stared from my plate.

“Good-bye,” “So nice,” “Let’s keep in touch.”
Like hell we will, I thought.
This old acquaintance’ll be forgot,
As old acquaintance must.

Envy smiled and dusted off his hands.
Again he’d done the dirty work
For the Enemy of Man.

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The Reflection Freestyle

The title is a randomly-generated FAWM title, and I found the words and phrases in some of the reflections in Forward Day by Day.

 

Who are You?
Demographic information.
Skin color, level of education.
Consternation.
Separation.
Judging Others.
Demanding. Failing.
Big deal guilt.
Punishing. Paralyzed.
Distracted by attractions, addictions.

Fully awake, nothing is wasted.
Piece of Wisdom:
Forgiveness frees,
A Prayer for Freedom.
Surrendering to
God’s way: good fruits.
Snips and snatches,
Echoes unmerited
Of world-changing love, mercy.

Radical hospitality—
Hand-in-hand
Sisters and brothers.

I’m So Delicious

Don’t you just love when things magically come together?  I wrote this yesterday to a random title generated on the FAWM site, and today it fits the prompt to write something about food.  Actually, this is one in a series of poems on the 7 deadly sins: gluttony.

I’m so delicious. Eat me up.
Your eyes assure I’ll satisfy.
Your lust says, “Go on, take a try.”
Your heart is hoping I’m the saving
Answer to your endless craving.

I’m so delicious. Drink me up.
The first time makes your senses spin.
See how much you can take in.
Some more, some more! Why ever stop?
I’m just the thing to fill you up.

I’m so delicious. Have some more.
I’ll meet your need and make you whole.
I cancel out regrets of old.
The past is past. It can’t be helped,
But I’m here now, so help yourself.

I’m so delicious. Lick me up.
I’m an ambrosial concoction,
Unlike Love’s cold abstraction.
How can such things really be?
I’m in your hand. Have some of me.

Take more and more. What’s that you say?
The blush is off the fading flavor?
Now your stomach’s turning traitor?
You throw me up. I’m on the floor.
You don’t want me any more?

Well, my dear, are you surprised?
I seduce through tongue and eyes.
When I pass through, my pleasure’s past.
That satisfaction will not last.
I’m not Love. I’m not God.
You poor, foolish, hungry sod.
I can’t fulfill your deepest wishes.
No, but I am So Delicious.

Failed in Me

Another random title.  Don’t take it too literally.  I am really quite pleased with my life, but the title took me south.

 

A nasty virus made its way
From my finger to my eye.
It entered in my bloodstream,
But my antibodies cried,
“Oh, no you don’t, invader!”
And the evil virus died.

A lusty sperm cell made its way
Up my fallopian tube,
But he swam the distance all in vain
For he found no egg to woo.
All his squiggly strength was spent,
And the plucky sperm died, too.

A preacher’s sermon made its way
In one ear, out the other.
My brain defended logically,
My heart it ran for cover.
The words he said just ricocheted
And sought some other lover.

Conditions must be optimal
To sprout the scattered seed.
Reflecting back upon my life,
So much has failed in me.

Drinking Nice

[Again, a random title generated on the FAWM site.]

Drinking nice must be taught;
It won’t come to you naturally.
Given the choice, you’ll swill and belch
And laugh and slap your belly.

Drinking nice involves a cork
Pulled gently, with finesse,
A sniff, a nod, a swirling gaze
And swishing as a test.

Drinking nice a craft-made beer
A proper glass is needed,
The color held up to the light,
The complex flavors heeded.

Drinking nice at tea-time,
A splash of milk goes first
Into the cup held pinky-up,
Sipped daintily, not slurped.

Drinking nice is yet a sign
Of manners in society.
Ignore it and you’ll earn the name
“A Menace to Sobriety.”

Hymn of the Desperate Fence

O God, please hear my desperate song.
I’ve stood dividing oh so long.
The folks on this side call you Allah.
The folks on the other say Jehovah.

With me between them they can’t see
How your One Love can set them free.
Each one hates and fears the Other
Though you formed them to be brothers.

On one side they have guns and power;
The others lose hope by the hour.
God, please melt me; tear me down,
Strew my bricks on holy ground.

The more the walls, the more the fear.
They can’t love what can’t come near.
God, if it’s your blessed will,
Shake my stones and make them spill.

And all my kind around the globe
Are begging you to lay them low.
You didn’t build us human walls.
Please, Lord, act to make us fall.

When fences, walls and ramparts pass
Your Kingdom will arrive at last.
War and pain and hate will cease,
And Love and Justice reign with Peace.