TITANIC

Titanic

Bang, bang; hammer, hammer.
Building her
Rivet, rivet; tic, tacket, tic.

She rises from the ground;

And by the world is crowned.

Titanic

Hoorah, hooray; there she goes.
She blows
Froom, horumph: the funnel.
 

A million voices shouting,

For Pride was abounding.

Titanic

Swishing, splishing through night.
Dark waters
Silence, silence: roars the seas.
 

The sea is glass

And silent, is the mass.

Titanic

Bump,tilt, zzzzn and scratch.
Blue berg
Ice, splice, shiver and rittle. 

God save our souls!
This from a thousand voices rolls.

Titanic

Driving, diving; thunderous quake.
Silence forever
Hush, hush the sea tide whispers.
 

Titanic is bound in silent grip

For only God could sink that ship.

City Bright

In slumber I wake to his calling

But in anguish, I am mauling
What once was His delight
I now in slumber blight.

The earth created perfect

Under His hand no defect,
Yet Lucifer came along
Seizing earth, to him belong.

Now under Satan’s rule

I sleep walk like a fool,
What God has made right
I am blind and wake in night.

God in His Mercy and Compassion

Has found for me a bastion;
And has provided me a way
To be in His arms to stay.

Now, am I an overcomer

And rejoice over that great blunder.
For He has given me a light
To find my way to city bright.

Happy poem in your pocket day!!

A letter at a time,
A word that perchance rhymes,
A lyric that fills a tune;
To be sung from May to June,
Then kept for years to come,
Over and over again, sung.

These are things of life;
They are precious and without strife,
They harness the galloping wind,
As we sing over the din,
For when we have quieted all,
We will have nothing left to solve.

For our words will have meaning,
And it will be beautiful poetry!

© 2012 db

The Tailored Storm

The torrent was that of a grey sleeve,

It fell to fit gracefully,

The wet fabric falling fitfully;

Never stopping to breath.

Then came the scissor’s cut!

A sliver blade ripping through,

Cutting into the dark hue;

Never considering its seam.

Now at storms end they cleave,

Coloring the suit perfectly,

All who see cower lowly;

Amazed at God’s colorful team.

For our sin is undercut,

Because of His unblemished grace,

And in the presence of His face;

Wearing the coat of many colors, we will be redeemed!

© 2012 db

All in a Day

Peace hath slept in slumber,

And doeth his work well,

Peace hath no sadness,

But in a stillness doth he dwell.

Sloth has no work,

For work is not his own,

His slumber never ends,

And weariness is in his bones.

Joy hath many friends,

Going to and fro;

Skipping in her gladness,

She pulls her happy plow.

Anger is of sorrow,

Learning not of joy,

Feeling ever mournful,

And depression doth he enjoy.

When the day is done,

And all have had their say,

Wisdom comes and calls,

Bringing understand in her way. 

© 2012 db

A wocket in my pocket.

This is a poem I wrote for school that was supposed to mimic G. K. Chesterton's  "A Piece of Chalk" and describe something I had in my pocket-thus the subject matter. :P

A lump is in my pocket;

It is so still and small,

Yet it is not a wocket,

Nor a rubber ball.

I reach inside the denim,

To safely put aside,

The small black foreign object,

That in my pocket doth abide.

It is of a plastic-ish demure,

With an argent inlaid rim,

And its rubber buttons have a texture,

That is anything but dim.

Upon further investigation,

I find a little screen,

That is a technical innovation,

But is anything but clean.

So I slide the top gently over,

To expose tiny black keys,

That when pressed make the screen lighter,

And carries the hum of a thousand bees.

The world opened there,

Is one of exploration,

For regardless of if you care,

It brings with it progression!

This object; though a small black box,

Has with it the power of a million stallions,

For faster than the pony express trots,

The cell phone sends texts to battalions!

© 2012 db

A Tribute to the Titanic

They hailed her immortal,

Though made of mortal hands.

Her side’s massive hulk,

Could not be penetrated.

She cried “I’m Unsinkable!”

The Titans of old, defeated:

She defied their fate;

And boasted of a better

Life than theirs in fetters.

She, match their doom?  Unthinkable. 

In all her glorious pride

She set out for fortune;

But with her head so high

She stumbled and she fell.

Never such a fall.  Unspeakable.

For a century she’s lain

On the turbid ocean floor,

Where only memory looms

And silent graves entomb.

There she lies:  the Great Unsinkable!

A List in Heaven Holds My Name

A list in heaven holds my name;

Written in blood and sealed by faith,

A cross on earth holds my sin;

But I am not the one pinned.

Counted as but a small loss,

God sent His only son to be nailed to that cross.

He took my place as I shouted die,

His love is so great, how could I deny?!

But deny we did as they dragged Him away,

And as He died, we had nothing to say.

The veil rent, giving us grace,

For Jesus, the perfect lamb had died in our place!

Today, we celebrate not death, but life,

For God has ended man’s sinful plight,

By offering us eternal rest,

Because Jesus died and rose again!

© 2012 db