The Nature of God an Original poem by Joshua Colliluori
There is something to be said for standing in God’s shade.
Where the wind caresses and natures tones are mild.
Where breath is passed from the eternal to the mortal.
Where freedom in open land to those who partake in faith.
Where God shades us from the wrath of that wretched, murderous sun.
… For without the sun…
There is a boiling, barren, burning heat.
There in lies the intolerable desolation and smog.
There we find nothing living, and everything is cast from Gods shade.
So, do I pray you find yourself in the umbra of his great mercy.
My fun good morning poem:
Every spring I feel like i am dying
Every spring I feel like I am dying.
My eyes water and weep at the sight of fresh blossomy flower.
My throat catches at any time of day, and I can’t help but wheeze and whine.
I constantly need a tissue: for my frustration and frailty shine through in such a way.
I shrink from open windows.
I shriek at cut grass.
I steal away from the outside air.
I rail against the humming Gardner.
I rage against the immune bunch.
And I rage against the fowl pollen producers.
What? You thought I actually thought I was dying?
Good guess but thanks for trying.
Crows in a Graveyard
Knocking on dead ends door
Searching for the last thing these muted souls can offer
The dismal display of their parade plays out before me as I look on with disdain
This dark wave of beasts these hungry creatures eerily make no sound
They mock the inhabitants as they dance over their beds
Through a glass window am I condemned to watch. Unable to aid the sleeping.
Time to be kept and meetings to be attended bar me from their desperate need
Even now I see the communion of black monsters waiting for death to feed them
I hope you never have to see the Crows in the Graveyard.