Loosing Our Appeal

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Old country store
with stories to tell;
Closed and locked
just waiting to be torn down.
Lead paint peeling
roof shingles falling off.
What a sad day…
when it disappears from site/sight;
Making way for “progress”…
Like many of us;
Waiting for our time.

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, we are to write a Quadrille of exactly 44 words using the prompt peel. I decided to go with paint peeling on an old building.

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My Plowin’ Days are Done

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I saw this old F-20 Farmall tractor today, sitting in a field where it had probably been for the last forty years. There were two tractors and some old farm equipment there as well. It brought back the memory of a poem I wrote a few years ago. I decided to repost it here since it fits very well with this tractor.
My Plowin’ Days are Done
Parked in the weeds no roof for my hood
Plug wires hanging out in the grass there I stood
My plowin’ days are done
Paint’s faded badly and my chains are all rusty
Put aside and replaced with one that’s more trusty
My plowin’ days are done
Air in my tires and my engine still runs
It’s been a long time since I’ve had any fun
I think my plowin’ days are done
When I’m put out to pasture no money in the bank
Joints are rusty and my engine won’t crank
Then I will know my time has come
I believe my plowin’ days are done

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The Farmall F-20 tractor was built by International Harvester from 1932 until 1939 at the Farmall Works, Rock Island, Illinois, USA.  They were replaced by the Farmall H and the Farmall M.

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

I am also sharing this on the d’Verse Poets Pub site. Bjorn asked us to write a poem using alliteration, and also possible assonance or consonance.  I think this poem contains some of those properties.

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Routine

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He sits alone, with his best friend, at the bottom of the steps;
resting from the long descent to the beach.
His dog is as old as he is when divided by seven;
Together they share this walk each day…
Stopping to sit under the giant fir tree.
its crooked trunk leans away from the ocean’s wind;
Providing shade and comfort for many a climber.
His dear old friend patiently waits for his master;
Realizing it will only be a few short years left
For both of them to share this  beautiful spot.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

Shedding Religion… Finding God

The older I get the simpler life becomes
I feel sort of like a tree shedding it bark
End of life // is not too far in the future;
makes me stop and think…
“What is really important and true?”
The older I get
the more focused faith becomes;
Moving beyond religious trappings
guilt, fear, and control;
(Knowing those
were nailed to the cross for me.)
Understanding God’s grace in my life
brings me peace;
Knowing I am blessed
to have lived this long
in good health.
I let go of all those things
I once felt obligated to do;
Understanding that the metaphors,
taken so literally by some,
Are there to guide me along the way…
not to prove right or wrong.
I let go of “streets paved with gold”
and “mansions over the hilltop…”
knowing God is Spirit;
No need there
of physical things
we hold so dear.
I believe the image of God
is not flesh and blood
nor what I put on or take off,
but rather an attitude of spirit
that is loving and compassionate.
I came to the realization
that all those prayers I prayed
demanding results
never got past the ceiling.
I realize prayer is meant
to change me // not them
Prayer brings me closer to God,
as I focus on my needs
and the needs of others.
Infomercial religion has no appeal to me
…nor or to God…
There is no place for peddling the gospel
for personal gain…
nor to exert control over the faithful.
Hamster cage religion
leaves me frustrated
and going in circles;
Faith and action bring a feeling
of authenticity and connection.
Church should be uplifting…
an encouraging fellowship
full of good news
connecting us with God
showing us how to love as Jesus loved.
To me the Bible is my guide …
not my God…
words of truth to live by.

Photo:  Dwight L. Roth

Waiting for Heaven (a Ghazal)

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Obsolete // life’s most difficult burden
Life lingers on as you wait for heaven

Your rising soul resists the dimming light
Strong and powerful //waiting for heaven

Time and physical tolls // body wears out
Still you struggle // not ready for heaven

Mind and body fail you // yet life goes on
Disappear // four walls // waiting for heaven

The end is near // it is perfectly clear
Breathing is difficult // nearing heaven

Spirit rises // all earthly struggles cease
Safe in the arms of God // you reach heaven

A few years ago we waited while my mother-in-law was coming to the end of her life. I wrote a poem at that time called Waiting to Die, which was a combination of what I felt about life and what was actually taking place.  Today, I have condensed those thoughts into a Ghazal for d’Verse Poets Pub.  The Ghazal is from an ancient Arabic poety that writes in couplets of the same length. They end in each couplet with the same or similar words. It us usually about love, life, or pain. This is my second attempt at a Ghazal.

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Expiration Date

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We’re not like cans of Campbell’s soup
With overdue expiration dates on a plastic loop
Or bottles of dressing imprinted and stamped
Use by January 25th or you might feel cramps
Our time will come when we least expect it
Or maybe body events will announce our exit
However it happens // whatever comes up
Our label that’s stamped on our plastic cup
Should read, “Could expire at any time!”

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

Runway

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Flying always takes a lot out of you. This is true of life as well. Seems the older I get the faster life moves ahead. Feels, sometimes, like you are sitting at the end of the runway, hoping nothing is coming toward you.

Sitting on runway

Staring into the distance

No oncoming planes

Relieved the runway is clear

As life races toward take off

 

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Down the Drain

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At the end of life our usefulness seems to get put on the shelf

Our limbs don’t always work as well as they once did

Inside // the heart still pumps round and round while we wait

Knowing our plowing days have ended and our decorative days are here

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Life is full of ups and downs that could leave us in a turmoil at the end

As the coals of life burn down some choose to drown their sadness

Others simply throw in the towel and give up // feeling, “What’s the use?”

Many grow bitter and make life difficult for all who care

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As I look back on my life, I see my brain as the drain that filters out the big stuff

Keeping the traumatic and the wonderful // letting the rest go right down the drain

Not sweating the small stuff // attempting to save some good to pass on down the line

I choose to not go gently  // rather to stay focused // letting creativity flow

Knowing that in the end most of who we are will go right on down the drain

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

 

Down the Road

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At the end of the road when my life is done

What will I find will there be one

Who will meet me there at the pearly gates

With hands outstretched no need to wait

Will he be tall short fat or thin

When he sees me will he break out with a grin

Funny to me how we fantasize

Making God like us as we rationalize

Dreaming that descriptions of hands and face

Describe a reality that has no race

Metaphors become reality as we describe our God

Forgetting he is Spirit and that would be odd

For a Spirit has no shape, no hands to hold tight

Only a presence of the purest light

So whether our God is he she or it

The God we meet will probably not fit

The idea we have in the back of our mind

Won’t it be interesting what we will find

At the end of the road

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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