writing poetry

Surprise!

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And the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall on Adam, and he slept; and He took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh in its place. Then the rib which the Lord God had taken from man He made into a woman, and He brought her to the man. Genesis 2:21-22 NKJV

Before this verse, there are two things we learned about Adam: He was made in God’s image, and it was not good for him to be alone. So, God decided on something different. After Adam grows sleepy after standing all day long naming the animals. He yawns and decides to lie down for a moment for a nap. God smiles, while he watches Adam snoozing, and He takes a rib, from Adam’s side, and creates Eve. She is perfect, glowing with beauty and eagerly waiting for God to wake up Adam. Then God shakes Adam by the shoulder and whispers: “Wake up son. I have a surprise for you!”

That same surprise that our amazing God designed for Adam, should be the spark that lights a fire in our poetry. Many of us string together predictable rhymes, comfortable topics, and hope that if we thrash about hard enough, that somehow something beautiful will be born. Somewhere, between our inspiration and hoped for publication, we forgot the wonder of surprise that started us on our journey in the first place.

Think of the endless parade of superhero films. Whether you are a fan of Spider Man or Wonder Woman, Hawk Eye, or the Hulk, we like these folks because in some surprising way, they have been transformed, and given a gift that will “Save the World.” In poetry it has been the same, from Shakespeare to Dr. Seus, the poems that have had the power to stir us, have been fearfully and wonderfully different. So this morning, be like Superman and Batman. Step into your phone booth and strip off the clothing of the same old same old, or descend into your bat cave, start up your own unique and powerful vehicle, and then come roaring out with a poem that shouts, “Surprise!,” and go save the world today!

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Beneath Deep Drifts of Snow

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How are you all doing with your writing? Do you have days, (or even weeks) when nothing seems to come? I struggle in those times because I hate to wait, but waiting is something God loves! It is usually just about then that I remember how God prefers me to be quiet, or take time out for a walk, listen to what others have to say and finally rest in the fact that He has already accomplished everything I will ever need for all eternity. It is in those moments when I finally come to a full stop, that I hear His voice again, and He breathes a gentle thought for a poem, a song or a story into my heart. Today’s poem is a reflection on that moment, and I hope it may be an encouragement to one of you today.

God is working slowly
His purposes by grace
And every word He’s spoken
Forever stands in place

But I 'm in a hurry
I really hate to wait
Today I wish He’d hurry up
Because it’s getting late!

But then I remember
That sweetest apples grow
From trees that rest all Winter
Beneath deep drifts of snow

But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
Isaiah 40:31 KJV

Beneath Deep Drifts of Snow
By Peter Caligiuri
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“Know When to Fold ’em”

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For a dream cometh through the multitude of business; and a fool's voice is known by multitude of words. Ecclesiastes 5:3 KJV

“Keep it simple stupid.” was the phrase our professors used when explaining how to teach the high school students that awaited us upon graduation. Though I didn’t teach for long, I quickly learned just how true that was. Keeping it short when writing poetry (and preaching) also matters., and might be best explained by Kenny Rodgers in his song, The Gambler”,

“You’ve got to know when to hold ’em” (Grab the reader with the opening lines), “know when to fold ’em,” (edit ruthlessly,) “Know when to walk away,” (Know when to say amen!) “And know when to run!” (Once you’ve done your best, move on.) I certainly haven’t always adhered to these rules, and occasionally a longer presentation is worthwhile. But on the other hand, I have also discovered that editing poetry can be a lot like the day in shop class when I cut each table leg shorter until I had a table fit for kindergarteners! I lots of other illustrations I wanted to use but, I’ve got to run!

Here in my newest verse, and I hope a decent example of today’s class. To you guys sitting in the back and just doodling in your workbook, you’ll need to, stay after school for detention! Blessings all. 

Just Gently Sings

A sparrow who is hungry
Needs no bread to borrow
Nor earthly kings

The raven in the meadow
Without fear of tomorrow
Lifts up his wings

And mockingbird in morning
Who knows not of our sorrow
 Just gently sings

"Just Gently Sings"
by Peter Caligiuri
Copyright 2024
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Consider the ravens: they neither sow nor reap, they have neither storehouse nor barn, and yet God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds! 
Luke 12:24 ESV