Category Archives: Poetry

A Furtherance of The Feminine Mystyque

(A clumsy attempt at gratitude)

Forged by Mattie Louise:

To squarely accept a challenge.

Forged by Beatrice:

To kneel before serving.

Forged by Lolita:

To celebrate,

To appreciate beauty, 

To enjoy the exquisite.

By Henrilu:

To teach,

To be grateful for the good,

To appreciate both the banality and the significance of life.

By Mother:

To share,

To persevere,

To come to terms with being here.

By Ouida:

To be modest,

To maintain dignity,

To attend to personal growth.

By Betty:  

To be quiet, 

To be tolerant,

To be forgiving.

By Claire:

To be myself,

To accept myself,

To exist honestly, and without apology.

By Rita:

To be charitable,

To be cooperative,

To be observant, without obvious opinion.

By Turner:

To make note of useful information,

To keep the intimation in a safe place.

By Mrs. David:

To enjoy one-on-one conversation.

By Mrs. Auderson:

To love story.

By Mrs. Meyers:

To be thankful for governance.

By Mrs. Nuckols:

To find pleasure in reading to others.

By Mrs. Donovan:

To appreciate myth and metaphor,

To enjoy performing the written word.

By Miss Gregory (a.k.a. Mrs. Housholder):

To know The Bible as a real book of true things,

To hide those true things in my heart.

By Patty Mikkelsen:

To keep a sense of humor,

To commemorate the moment.

By Holly Elliff:

To be conscious of my position,

To be aware of my influence,

To be careful with my power.

By Marilyn Simmons:

To actively love,

To celebrate fellowship in Christ, 

To celebrate marriage and family as an extension.

By Mary Maude Shafer

To be lovely,

To be gracious,

To be prayerful.

By Caffy Whitney:

To embrace the God ordained propensity to be creative.

By Pam Elliff:

To be the beautiful strength in the shadows.

By His Grace, I am forged for freedom.

Copyright 2016, L.L. Shelton

Saint Paul’s Dilemma

I know how it feels to slowly fade
Quietly letting go of tomorrow’s pain
All due to one slip of the blade
Grief slips away through the drain…

Greatly burdened for one so young,
Pressed flat in that bright cold place,
Hearing heart heavy upon my tongue,
She bent her ear low to my face.

Poised her self most near to my lips,
Listened intently to jumbles confessed.
Knowing loose thoughts often sink ships,
Helped me to order my address.

Graciously inclined her capable heart,
Assured I should be granted a stay.
Consciousness quickly breaking apart,
Still I regretted that day.

Yet, while the gray turned into black
I pronounced her surely right.
No matter, should I not come back,
God has forgiven us in our plight.

L.L. Shelton, Copyright 2015

Conspicuous

The wildly obedient heart

Flutters within its confines

Sculpted of clay,

Cognizant of its destiny,

Yearning toward Him,

Ever struggling out of darkness,

In part bound and gagged still,

Squirming toward the light

With one good eye,

Leaning in for strength,

Practicing courage,

Longing toward home…

They chose humiliation.

You chose exhortation.

L.L. Shelton, Copyright 2015

The Sun Rise

In the tomb my savior lay
Cold and thankless lifeless days,
Then on the morrow, shed his sorrow,
Rolled the massive stone away,

Arose and journeyed round the town
To tell them all no longer bound
By death’s dark grievous haughty night
To sing out loud all earth’s delight!

Copyright 2016, L.L. Shelton

An Effigy Including an Apology

So long Britney!
We bid you adieu.
Farewell Justin!
We’re all through with you.
We’ve had you atop,
We’ve had you on bottom,
In all manner of speaking-
You we’ve forgotten.
What’s that you said?
You’re feeling quite rotten?
That’s really too bad,
But it isn’t our problem.

I think maybe it is,
States a voice in the crowd.
I know it’s hard now to hear,
So I’ll shout it out loud!
There is One who may help,
For with you He’s besotted!
Since His first thought of you,
He has never forgotten.
You have been His to save!
He loves you that Way.
Return to Him now 
And be His past the grave.

Copyright 2016, L.L. Shelton

Get Well Soon

Muslims are not the problem.
Jews are not the problem.
Christians are not the problem.

Republicans are not the problem.
Democrats are not the problem.
Capitalism is not the problem
Nor is communism the problem.

Blacks are not the problem.
Whites are not the problem.
Yellows are not the problem.
Neither Reds
Nor Browns are the problem.

Women are not the problem.
Men are not the problem.
Gays are not the problem.
Zombies are not the problem.

Foolishness is the problem.
Dishonesty is the problem.
Self-centeredness is the problem.
Pride is the problem.
Both greed and vanity,
The problems.

Complacency is the problem.
Apathy is the problem.
Disregard for life is the problem.

Desire for death is the problem.
Godlessness and idolatry,
The problems.

Lack of Love is the problem.

Those are the problems.
They are big problems.
They are real problems. 
They are our problems.

The struggle is our own. 
The battle is for each of us, 
And the war belongs to all.

The problems are
Crouching at the door 
Waiting to have us; 
Each of us, 
And all of us.

My human family,
It is past time 
To get well.

Copyright, 2016. L.L. Shelton

How It Can Be

Time on the offense

Opportunities blown,

In selfish defense

Protecting my own,

Pride as my banner

Choosing the lie,

Recklessly roaming

Brazenly high,

Rejecting the good

Imagining ill,

Acting impulsively

In vanity still,

Unmerited favor,

Unwarranted love,

All grace bestowed

From heaven above,

On a wanderer like me,

An unrighteous mess,

Heart full of anger

You chose to bless.

Your beauty is brilliant,

Your holiness bright,

Almighty perfection,

Guiding my night!

Stunningly faithful,

My Father to me,

Stunningly faithful!

How can it be?

Copyright 2015, L.L. Shelton

G Is For God (Rhyme For Zeek)

God can be abstractly.

God can be exactly.

God can be a metaphor.

God can be a dinosaur.

God can be transparent.

God can be apparent.

God can be a window pane.

God can be a drop of rain.

God can be three in one.

God can be in all and some.

God can be obliquely.

God can be concretely.

God will be as God sees fit,

For God is God completely.

Copyright 2015, L.L. Shelton

Falling Away

America The Bold,

Stoops as she grows old.

Light is dimming in her eyes.

It comes as barely a surprise,

To watch her stumble ‘cross

Firm ground

Her fathers paved her all around.

She sways as in inebriation.

She cries out, “Am I yet a nation?”

Those who mourn her do so wisely,

Aware how soon her sure demise be.

As with any mother’s passing,

Those children who deserved a thrashing

Sob for themselves in soulful fashion,

Wondering who will pet their passion.

Copyright 2015, L.L. Shelton

Burning Alive

Evil like a cancer grows
Where it stops nobody knows,
ISIS twirling round and round
Floating above the higher ground,

Trailing wall climbing mound
Choking life where it may be found,
Breathing fire from down below,
Seething with rage of long ago.

Once Evil like a cancer grew
Where it would stop Winston knew,
NAZI stepping barely gave sound
Skipping round the higher ground,

Crossing border onward bound
Snuffing life where life was found,
Seething with rage from down below,
Breathing fire of long ago.

Against the evil Churchill stood
Prepared to shed his very blood.
Blood of the English in rivulets ran
Begging the world as they made their stand!

Beneath the bombs British did pray
Beseeching us to join their fray.
Resisting as evil marched their way
In Righteousness shouting, “We seize the day!”

Copyright L. L. Shelton, 2/18/2015