Just thought I might contribute one of my poems...

[weconvene]

Vanity In Holy Places

In the evening glow
Circumspect with ardor
I cogitate your candor

In an instant I awake
My center quakes
I am parched earth
I am left a lumping clod

I offer platitudes
Like a stagnant brook
Boiling with brackish
Rank as solecism

I am forfeit
I have failed
I am faulted

The fault is mine

Duck me in your fountain
Let cool relief balm the burn
Breath your breathe in mine
My nostrils smell foreign fresh

Defuse the offensive odor
Infuse this dust from nod
With sweetness
Like petals of flowers
Upon the mountain

You are clarity
Make me light
Drink me like the rocks
drink the dirt from the water

Leave me pure...

By: George B. Huntington

[Ian]

thanks for the contribution, george. i enjoyed reading it.

[weconvene]

thanks for the contribution, george. i enjoyed reading it.

Thanks Ian...

[weconvene]

thanks for the contribution, george. i enjoyed reading it.

Thanks Ian...

Since you put up with that one, here is one I came up with to answer the request from a friend of mine in Las Vegas that owns a Pig processing plant. She asked me to send her my thoughts in prose or verse... This is my response...


The Pig...
Swilling swine sweat no sweat regret the pet that pat the fat pig patty fatty hog bog grub snub chubby wallow swallow tallow oinker snarfer barfer pudgy piggy muddy spam in a can put in a pan greased with pam...

(Pam is her name and pam is cooking oil in a spray can...)

[Tuly]

Hi George! Thanks for the poems.

[Edward]

Family poems - yay! I wish I could write poetry, but mine always fall flat. Send more!

[weconvene]

Hi George! Thanks for the poems.

Thanks Tuly... And thanks for the nice dinner and time at your house a couple weeks ago....

[John]

I found George's poem very moving. I am impressed with its depth and color and sincerity. I'm captivated both by the diction and the imagery. Good work, George!