http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gheeghee9485/...and experience poetry. Poetry comes in many forms; the complex simplicity of a haiku; the rhythmic percussion of blank verse; unusual and inventive free verse; sonnets, villanelles, limericks. It's "a language within a language (Paul Valery)." It's an adventure. hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gheeghee9485/236144"I'm trading my sorrows, I'm trading my shame, I'm laying them down for the joy of the Lord. I'm trading my sickness, I'm trading my pain, I'm laying them down for the joy of the Lord." -from "Trading My Sorrows" by Darrel Evans (c)1998 Integrity's Hosanna! Music/ASCAP c/o Integrity Music, Inc.,...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gheeghee9485/235209"We are many parts, we are all one body, and the gifts we have we are given to share. May the Spirit of love make us one indeed; one, the love that we share, one, our hope in despair, one, the cross that we bear." "We Are Many Parts" by Marty Haugen (c)1980, 1986, GIA Publications, Inc. Inspired...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gheeghee9485/233287This piece is an exercise in editing. Music stormed loudly through the narrow hallway of my mind, and when I tried to block it out with a racket of my own the clamor ricocheted off the walls, gaining speed, pushing the limits and I held my walls firm, and still the noise blasted through, cracking...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gheeghee9485/216037This work appears in my book, Love Song. I wrote it several years ago after staring for several hours at a very realistic crucifix. I hold three giant spikes in my fist. I yanked the bloody man to the ground And hammered a spike into his wrist. Bones crunch, skin tears. As I pound Muscles spasm...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Gheeghee9485/215497"A great sign appeared in the sky, a woman clothed in the sun..." Rev 12:1, NAB She came The moment She heard Me cry. “Shh. Mommy’s here.” I left a Dirty handprint On her mantle When she Rocked me To sleep.