Personal Poetry

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Monday, November 19, 2007

Hang Me From Your Cross

Hang Me From Your Cross Nail my hands to your pain My feet to your sorrows Crown my head once again With the shame of your morrows Run your fears through my heart Wash your hands with my blood Sell my clothes at the mart Dump my corpse in the mud Then when you are through See my ghost up above Beam... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 18, 2007

Tea Party

Tea Party Silent words upon the wind Upon the softly whispered wind Flow through the vapor to your mind A secret portal to your heart and mind A message sent without a sound In language heard without a sound Seen with my lips and read by yours Felt on my tongue and touched by yours My mouth moves... Sign in to see full entry.

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Inappropriate Laughter

Inappropriate Laughter... on my part was something that annoyed my second wife no end. But there are some things for which I have a hard time restraining a giggle. Especially, this time of year when one of our hymns is what I call the "God does not have Alzheimer's" hymn, otherwise known as "We... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Who are "The People" in the Bill of Rights?

That is the question at the crux of the matter being considered by the Supreme Court today. Consider the first two amendments of the ten which constitute the Bill of Rights: Amendment 1 Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, November 2, 2007

Life As Drama

Most people really do not care, but for those few of you who do and might be a bit puzzled at the way I react to events in my life, here is something by way of an explanation... Though I am an athlete myself and dearly love a good game of rugby, baseball, tennis and even basketball, where I am... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Old But True

Old But True An old love often said of me That I came from an earlier century And yet there are old things still true The foundation of all things new. So listen to this late Victorian That, however provoked, a gentleman Would never press charges on a lady And rape her with chained indignity. That... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, October 28, 2007

Call Me Myshkin

Call Me Myshkin Just call me Myshkin A character in a book Trying to escape the storyline -- My idiotic goodness -- When I hear your threatening Cry for Help From a tormentor called “friend” To whom you return For scripted death Copyright © 2007 by C. P. Klapper Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, October 13, 2007

You Tell Me.

You Tell Me. When you want more than anything else To spend every minute with someone To hear her every word and thought Delighted with every tale she tells Delighted that she tells you When you cannot tear yourself away But need to be reminded that she and you have work to do When those meetings... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Far, Far Waiting

Far, Far Waiting In the far, far waiting Where I hear the distant drums In the far, far waiting Of the city in the night Hear the dreams fast mating Which have reached a fever pitch Hear the dreams fast mating To the body's breathless light Pounds its ceaseless shining In dark corners of the wake... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Men Who Show Their Feelings

Men Who Show Their Feelings There are many more of us out there than you would think you'd find. But to each, one name spelt in the tears By which we sigh and cry. Copyright © 2007 by C. P. Klapper Sign in to see full entry.

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