Saintly Sinner

Saintly Sinner

By C.L.H.

 

I'm the kid of Churchianity

An A+ in Sunday School

The conqueror of sword drills

With a Bible case that is cool

 

Proud of my humility

Boasting of my meekness

Spotting all others' ills

Nothing was my weakness

 

Then God came in like a freight train

Opened my downcast eyes to see

I'm just a saintly sinner

One with the Pharisees

 

Stubbornly patient

A servant in the lime light

10% paid in full

My covered candle burning bright

 

Me the omnipotent

Groveling in my victory

Resisting the pull

Of my Savior on me

 

Then God came in like a freight train

Opened my downcast eyes to see

I'm just a saintly sinner

One with the Pharisees

 

God why do you still love me?

This saintly sinner gone astray

I'm worthless without you

But you continue to stay

 

I know you've got a life for me

And golden streets my future holds

Take me, make me more like you

Fire me in your mold

 

God, come in like a freight train

Open my downcast eyes to see

Take this saintly sinner

And make me more like Thee.

 



My Daddy

My Daddy

By C. L.H.

Never was a Daddy so silly.

Never was a Daddy so dandy.

Never did a Ted, Frank, or Billy

Beg so for a piece of candy.

Never does this Daddy dance.

Off key does this Daddy sing.

Loudly does this Daddy prance-

For what reason?  Not a thing!

Never was a Daddy so nice.

Never was a Daddy so thrifty

And when Daddy looks at the price

The cent marks best not exceed fifty!

Never does Daddy complain

When looking at himself.

Daddy does love to entertain!

My Daddy is so like myself!

Fall

Fall

By C.L.H.

An artist’s hand

Silently rights

A glass full of sand.

Colors turn bright,

Harden throughout

And drop in the night.

A chilling shout

Carried along

Fills one with doubt.

Will sweet song

Again, so softly,

Come with its throng? 

Before the Curtain Rises

Before the Curtain Rises

By C. H.

A hush, louder than a roaring wind,

winds its way deep into many.

Breaths come shallow.

Eyes stare expectantly into the dark.

A chilling wait, like a thousand years,

freezes those eager for action.

Behind the ancient red barrier,

thespians’ costumes are perfect.

Hairspray galore!

Everyone’s waiting, though not all reasons

are the same. I’m excited for one.

It’s familiar territory.

We hope as one the acts all go well.

Minutes before, some legs were broke.

No luck for us.

I breathe deep. My mind clears and fills with thoughts

so familiar, rehearsed, almost stale.

I’m no longer myself outside.

The Beach

The Beach

By C.L.H.

A million bodies

Flow and

Rip {ple}. Tides

Go in and out daily.

Sand

Pipers skitter

Along sandy

Slopes,

Leaving behind

Little feet

Marks. Of people,

One can say

There are two kinds:

S{p}oiled ones

And ones who love

The beach.

The Sir

(Best when read out loud)

The Sir

   C.L.H.

      This specimen

                     I interest in

                           Its qualities abound.

                                               Upon solid ground

                                                                 Its sole transportation

                                                                                     With some speculation

                                                                             Was discovered in

                                                                Its long abdomen.

                                               Sparkling scales

                             Skyrocketing sales 

           Surround a slender

                 Skeleton. An expert blender

                                      In its habitat

                                            Slithering slyly this way & that.

                                                                        Silently slipping

                                                                                      Into the Mississipping

                                                                                            Out of sight

                                                                 So as not to cause fright

                                            To an innocent bystander.

                            While some slander

                 “Goodness sake”

                               You can count on the snake.