30 Monday Apr 2012
Posted in April 2011 NPM
The night fog burned off
But left the day in a haze
The road seemed to end
Just above the horizon
At that point you can’t see
What is coming or going
Impassable passage
Passing into oblivion
The world could pass
No one would know
Punching through
You go on, and on
Into the morning haze
Where the night fog
Burns off leaving the day
© Robert AuBuchon Jr
April 30 2012 (30/30 NPM)
30 Saturday Apr 2011
Posted in April 2011 NPM, My Poetry
The last poem is like the last dance
After this who knows the chance
If the poet will ever write a poetic line
If he doesn’t then this is his last resign
Poetic license has lost its clout
Few who care if the poem fades out
Lines with rhymes “Who talks that way?”
Besides writing poetry seems a bit risqué
The last poem with this the last stanza
Has reached its final extravaganza
No more the poet says to write or be read
But we’ll see if the poet can leave it unsaid
© Robert AuBuchon Jr
April 30 2011 (NPM-30/30)
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National Poetry Month May 2011 comes to a close.
I have enjoyed both the challenge to think
along the lines of poetry as well reading poetry.
29 Friday Apr 2011
Posted in April 2011 NPM, My Poetry
Metaphorical
It seems most rhetorical
As if it’s some sort of task
To think it’s something to ask
As if life is nothing more
Than a metaphor
The sum total of life
Collective days of strife
“Life is a – .” (dash & dot)
A wisp of an afterthought
Life is a journey
Then onto a gurney
Life can become a mess
Give or take more or less
But a metaphor
And nothing more
Come now tisk tisk
Life is more of a risk
Than a metaphor to be
Go ahead, yell whoopee!
That life is a day to seize
That it might bring us ease
So tell me which of these
Metaphors is life to be
Yes it is metaphorical
If it seems a bit rhetorical
For life is nothing more
Than a metaphor
© Robert AuBuchon Jr
April 29 2011 (NPM-29/30)
28 Thursday Apr 2011
Posted in April 2011 NPM, My Poetry
Shoeshine
Spit-shine
Shine your shoes
Gives a look anew
Black, brown in a tin
Paste it with a grin
Rub it on, smear it in
Spit and rub it thin
Bristle brush to buff
Take away the scruff
Looks are one of a kind
When shoes are shined
Shoeshine, Spit-Shine
Makes you look fine
Dirty shoes tell the truth
Scuffed shoes so uncouth
My daddy said so
So spit on the toe
Spit and shine
See your face fine
Shoeshine, spit-shine
Makes a shoe divine
© Robert AuBuchon Jr
April 28 2011 (NPM-28/30)
27 Wednesday Apr 2011
Posted in April 2011 NPM, My Poetry
Hear your God oh people of his
Rebellious, defiled, oppressing city
See the coming day of your Lord
You who dress in collared shirts
Starched, stiff and stained with sin
Accepting no comfort of correction
Professing but profaning the sacred tie
Lifting hands covered with guile
The day of the Lord is at hand
Spent is the day that leads to night
From out of night he leads to light
Conversion of the day looks within
To remove your robes of self proclaim
Look beyond destruction and see
Nations of people will rise to be
Can you see restoration envisaged?
Take hold oh people of his and see
A sense of hope is coming for thee
Rejoicing through the hardest of times
Will change and prevail in you
A calling, a serving, a praising in one
Put away defilement now so cleansed
Refuge and rest now garlands the day
A people made humbly and low to stay
Your suits of righteousness now pressing
In the wings he will fit and dress you
As your God a mighty one to save
In the day he dances and sings over you
In his out loud praising and waving
He quiets you by his love for you
He gathers the outcast, downcast
And brings you together as only his
Lift up your hands – grow not weary
Hear your God oh people of his
Oh look beyond and see him near
© Robert AuBuchon Jr
April 27 2011 (NPM-27/30)
*Based on Zephaniah 3
26 Tuesday Apr 2011
Posted in April 2011 NPM, My Poetry
Appraisal in bloom
Decorates the woods in white
To say I love you
© Robert AuBuchon Jr
April 26 2011 (NPM-26/30)
25 Monday Apr 2011
Posted in April 2011 NPM, My Poetry
If I could I would
Catch the morning light
And give it to you in the night
If I could I would
Catch a glimpse of glory bright
And give it to you to burn as light
If I could I would
Catch a cloud in the sky
And give it you as a kite to fly
If I could I would
Catch a breath of gentle breeze
And give it to you to sail the seas
If I could I would
Catch every moment in this day
And give it you so you might stay
If I could I would
Knowing I would if I could
And give it to you in all ways good
© Robert AuBuchon Jr
April 25 2011 (NPM-25/30)
24 Sunday Apr 2011
Posted in April 2011 NPM, My Poetry
Incited anger held my breath
Threats of death beat my brow
Provocation underneath
My sinful soul deep within
A stranger, an outcast
Life without and no between
My will, my way, my soul
Lost and nowhere to be found
All too well familiar with the lot
To dwell in foreign lands my plot
Condemnation blighted me
Estranged from all I see
The weight of sin strangled me
Cursed, condemned and dying
As darkness encompassed me
This hopeless soul of mine
To die alone with no hope
Would be my fault
I longed but to no avail
I could not prevail
Miserably and utterly lost I am
The break of day now decreed
The rising sun lifted high
The buried, the dead, now alive
The earth hurls forth its only Son
Rolling away the stones of age
The lasting bond of slavery
Broken in another’s death
The call and cry to come home
No condemnation all forgiven
Once estranged now engaged
Accepted and invited in
A hopeful soul in lasting belief
Sinking deep in love’s repeat
Embracing light manifests me
Driving darkness far away
Standing now in wholeness made
Life in eternity abundantly free
A Son, a Savior died for me
Buried in my grave He laid
In His likeness I am raised
A man of sorrow He came to be
To make a man of praise of me
The Savior – risen for me
© Robert AuBuchon Jr
April 24 2011 (NPM-24/30)
23 Saturday Apr 2011
Posted in April 2011 NPM, My Poetry
In days of lighter ways
When I go out to enter in
I see you conspicuously
In the light of day
I see you in peripheral
I notice you advancing
Coming ever close
You stay with me
Transient and fluid
You are there
A figure in casting light
Ahead of me
Out in front of me
Intercepting light
At other times
Falling behind
A semblance of me
Cowering behind
In lingering light
You appear
To mimic and mime
My every move
You stand still beside me
You shake your head at me
As I shake mine at you
Casting a lingering doubt
Leading and following
I am – you are
You are me in recess
I am you in resolve
We are together
My expressions made
In shadow
© Robert AuBuchon Jr
April 23 2011 (NPM-23/30)
22 Friday Apr 2011
Posted in April 2011 NPM, My Poetry
Does a “poem” need a name?
Will Tom, Dick or Harry do the same?
Will a title help to make its claim?
No one asks a “poem” – What’s your name?
A name to espouse does it help to understand
So as to give the reader the upper hand
Or can it be words simply written and read
To hear the words and lines simply said
Or will a name bear better to remember
A Snowy Evening in a cold December
Or a night so cold and dark as a Raven
Causing one to run and hide in a safe haven
A number known 1521 is all it takes
To give a “poem” what it knows it makes
So call it as it is just one and the same
A “poem” is what it is – with or without a name
© Robert AuBuchon Jr
April 22 2011 (NPM-22/30)
