Thursday, October 5, 2017

Spiritual (Christian) Poems







The Hand of the Nazarene - A Poem

In The Village Market Square - Peace through broken surrender


Mr. Smith Modern Narrative Poem with a Christian message


The "Old Man" A poem about our struggle with our own humanity


Ozzie Poem with a Christian messsge with audio-video narration by Marlon Katsigazi

The Crutch - A short poem about realization and repentance as this growing believer deals with his own ego


The Locket - Short Poem about a lost soul, Christian


Growing Old - Poem of Surrender


In the Quietness - A short one for peace seekers


New Age Meets Old Age - A poem about the blinding effect of a churning mind

At The Mall - A poem of hope "You Are Here"



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Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Short Stories





Young Dezzie - Before she bacame "That Beautiful Hippie Girl"

That Beautiful Hippie Girl Suspense,romanceaction

The Nursing Home - very short - a heart warmer

The Laboratory -   A science fiction adventure.

The Hallway - An eventful late night journey down a boardinghouse hallway.

The Boardinghouse - Macabre


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Thursday, August 31, 2017

The Mystery of the Bean



The Mystery of the Bean

What could her “Magic” even do for the humble string bean?
But Who can fathom the skill of the Zen master?
What will she do
With that bean of a greenish hue?

It's not simply ingredients
and timing you know.
It's being one with the bean
and of mysteries unseen.

She needs no spoon
or fork to sample.
And what is that scent
with which it is laced?

I'll soon be at the table
A sniff, a taste.
Then whisked away
to a glorious, delightful unknown place.

Only Tracy the Zen Master has seen,
through the hidden window
into the mystery,
that is the bean.

Robert Palmer 11/2/2017



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New Age Meets Old Age


New Age Meets Old Age

A cloud of swarming thoughts
Gnats in sizzling summer sun
Luring, chasing
Self-sustaining

Frantic blindness
Out of control
The will to break free
Succumbs

Days, weeks
Months pass
Dizzying years churning
Weary in mind

Winter sun sets cold
On mystery’s endless expanse
Waiting unexplored
Life’s journey has passed

A timeless cool solitary walk
On shaded mountain path
Paper in hand, pen on the ready
Stopping, to weep write and laugh

Does creative thought not work this way?
The projector quietly hums
Guiding the hand as it records
Images seen on the screen as it runs?

How can I break free?
Away from humming swarm
To gaze into peaceful silence waiting
For new vision to be born

There’s safety here on solitary way
For the broken with trusting hand
In the shadow of the Nazarene
Through this hot and treacherous dry land

And what if while gazing
Into the silence
No wondrous vision
No song?

Gazing
Into timeless quiet
Was for now perhaps
Wisdom’s plan all along



Robert Palmer 10/25/17

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Growing Old



Growing Old

Like ice in a tray
With the tray broken away
Melting
In the warmth of the sun

Trust it must
In the source of the warmth
As it loses
It's old rigid form

This is madness!
Cries the cube
As it drips from the table
And runs down the leg across the floor

My identity is in Question!
My future Unseen!
Yet somehow
I’m more me, than before!

But wait, there's more!
I’ve seeped into the fire
A wisp of vapor
What will come of me now?

Up through the chimney
Drifting through tall trees
Caught in an updraft
Carried away in the breeze

Will I fall as rain?
Then into the ground?
Or end up
In the depths of the blue?

Lord take all
Of the ice in my tray
And melt me all together
Unto you

Robert Palmer 9/15/17

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Friday, August 11, 2017

The Locket




The Locket

Walking away
From the light at night
And the warmth of a friend
I’ve lost my way home

Maybe I'll see someone
Someone who knows me
Cold, empty
I’ve lost my way home

There!
Hello!
Can you help me?
I've lost my way home!

No one there
Shadows in the night
Weary
I’ve lost my way home

A locket with a picture
Someone I should know
Can’t see who it is
But I miss them so

But wait
Look again!
The picture in my locket
Is Christ, my friend!

I’ll keep that locket
Not locked in my pocket
But open

I’ve found my way home!

Robert Palmer 8/11/17


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Thursday, August 3, 2017

The "Old Man"



The “Old Man”

The old me, nothing has changed -
to close for comfort, nothing has changed.

A natural fit, like an old ragged glove.
a seamless transition, nothing has changed.

The way I used to be, slipping right in
where am I? Has nothing changed?

But thanks to The Master, I need only turn away
and back to The Shepard, nothing has changed.

To The Creator who makes, all things new
turning to, nothing has changed.

Bob bending, in the wind
palm a-blowing, but everything has changed.

Robert Palmer 9/2/17


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Tuesday, August 1, 2017

The Hand of The Nazarene




The Hand of The Nazarene

I surrender, Oh God
Scatter me to the wind
But keep me from unbelief
And sin

Tear down my fences
And I’ll lift my eyes
Free to live
Not hemmed in by fear and lies

But where did I stumble?
I've been here before!
Old fences rebuilt
I’ll build them no more.

To roam familiar pastures
Or explore paths anew
Free at last!
God’s heart, by faith to pursue

The enemy is out there waiting
I’ll meet him, I know
But He who lives in me
Is mightier than my foe

I’d built a wall, all around
With a mural on it’s inside surface
And painting myself, into my picture
Was to me, my life’s purpose

A scary place
Is the world I now see
The wall I’d created
Is gone

I’m called to go out
And seek the lost
In this sadness where neither I
Nor they belong

Hard and cold
Or warm and soft hearted
The choice
Is mine to make

I think on my journey
Through this world
The hand of The Nazarene
I’ll take

Robert Palmer 8/23/17

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Saturday, July 15, 2017

At The Mall




At the Mall

"You are here"
A star on a map
Framed on the wall
Walking the mall

Mannequins mingling in windows bright
A reflected face in glass
Walking alone, hope deferred
A dark deceiver, mirrored as I pass

But the Master is here
There’s life all around
“You are here,”
Hope profound

But how do I get there?
To this place called “Here?”
The way is hidden
The door is locked!

I won’t accept
This illusion I see
His call is to all
I have the key!

Outside the mall entrance
The star is revealed
A blood soaked cross
The heartsick healed

The reflection now?
Love at long last
It's His image I see
Reflected in the glass.

Robert Palmer 9/13/17


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Saturday, July 1, 2017

In The Village Market Square




In The Village Market Square

There's peace
In the noise and the clamor
As eyes meet
In silent smiling gaze

Through cool mornings predawn mist
And the warm haze of daybreak’s glare
Here
In the village market square

A precious little one
Wandering lost
Cries
For mothers ever opened hand

How often have I missed
Their panicked desperate call
In the chaos here
In the village market square

Can we move the church?
Here to the square?
Opening
The windows and doors?

Which is greater
Darkness?
Or light?
And what has love to fear?

Only in broken surrender
Can I truly follow Him here
The Heart and Hand of the Nazarene
In the village market square

The juggler, the vendor
I’ve been the dark stranger
And I’ve been the child lost
Unknown

But when sins season passed
Love drew me home
When I knew
Only emptiness and sorrow

Open every day
Each morning anew
I’ll see you here
On the morrow

Robert Palmer 10/13/17

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Thursday, June 8, 2017

In the Quietness



In the Quietness

Silence
Displacing my fears
He is in this silence
Whispering peace to me here

My path so fragile
Amongst bedlam’s beckoning cries
But peaceful quiet goes before me
In this battle for my mind

Robert Palmer 10/8/17

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Sunday, January 22, 2017

The Crutch


                              The Crutch

I threw aside my crutch of empty personality. An untethered beast, that would have ended me.

I'd leaned on that crutch for far too long, and was unformed in areas where I should have been strong.

Lame, weak and crippled, toward Jesus I took a step. Falling helpless and broken, but in His shadow, was safely kept.

Through the night, I sought Him, lamenting my journey. Vultures circled, but did not devour me.

He was not cruel to abandon me. But for my own good, He chastened me.

Robert Palmer 7/19/17


The "Untethered beast" in the second line was inspired by "The giant," by William Charles Root.