Chewing Gum Communion
By Larry Linville
The Lord's Supper is not new to me
I've taken and served it many times.
The other day I did something dumb
and there were no good reasons or rhymes.
I was handed a piece of the bread
and dipped it in the chalice with prayer.
But soon I noticed a strange substance
in my mouth as I returned to my chair.
I had some chewing gum in my mouth
which soon was mixed with the piece of bread.
I couldn't tell it to anyone
because my face was a glowing red.
Sourdough bread tastes funny with wine.
Spearmint gum doesn't match either one.
And this crazy new taste in my mouth
gave my mind and body a big stun.
With the body of Christ and that gum
blended in the strangest tasting wad
I knew I needed to do something
‘cause I couldn't spit out the son of God.
I was persistent as I chewed and chewed.
The bread was finally ingested.
But I had some new theology
and some thoughts that must be digested.
It taught me that God will always be there
in all my sticky situations.
And if I keep doing what I should do
He will straighten out my relations.
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Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Thoughts During A Concert
Thoughts During A Concert
By Larry Linville
Why's my seat always
behind someone tall
so I can't see
the performer at all?
And why do I always
sit on the aisle
where people step on me
and never smile?
Why does the person
I'm sitting beside
always have a body
that's extra wide?
And when I can see
everything so clear
why does someone talk
so I can't hear?
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By Larry Linville
Why's my seat always
behind someone tall
so I can't see
the performer at all?
And why do I always
sit on the aisle
where people step on me
and never smile?
Why does the person
I'm sitting beside
always have a body
that's extra wide?
And when I can see
everything so clear
why does someone talk
so I can't hear?
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Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Spring
Spring
By Larry Linville
drab dead fall colors
suppressing our joy
only briefly
covered with pure white snow
which soon becomes ugly
with perpetual dirtiness
lasting forever
finally
after an eternity
birds begin singing
rains begin falling
dandelions punctuate
the greening grass
Resurrection!
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By Larry Linville
drab dead fall colors
suppressing our joy
only briefly
covered with pure white snow
which soon becomes ugly
with perpetual dirtiness
lasting forever
finally
after an eternity
birds begin singing
rains begin falling
dandelions punctuate
the greening grass
Resurrection!
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Monday, April 21, 2008
Our Two Dogs
Our Two Dogs
By Larry Linville
Our dogs are very different
that you can plainly see.
One has to take a little squat
the other lifts a leg to pee.
When you will meet them on a track
one barges on boldly ahead.
While the other with great caution
will humbly step pack instead.
The first dog got in my wife's way
for her it was a big mistake.
His legs and hers got all mixed up
and made a bone in her foot brake.
Now she limps around on crutches
watching him with the greatest care.
Of course he walks all around
ignoring the fact she is there.
If he was a person we'd sit down
and try to have a long talk.
But he's a dog and that's a fact
so we have to watch where we walk.
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By Larry Linville
Our dogs are very different
that you can plainly see.
One has to take a little squat
the other lifts a leg to pee.
When you will meet them on a track
one barges on boldly ahead.
While the other with great caution
will humbly step pack instead.
The first dog got in my wife's way
for her it was a big mistake.
His legs and hers got all mixed up
and made a bone in her foot brake.
Now she limps around on crutches
watching him with the greatest care.
Of course he walks all around
ignoring the fact she is there.
If he was a person we'd sit down
and try to have a long talk.
But he's a dog and that's a fact
so we have to watch where we walk.
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Sunday, April 20, 2008
A New Week
Wow! So much happening.
There aren't enough hours in each day
but if there were more, I couldn't endure.
So busy poems don't happen
I try to force them
but that never works.
Trying to share the good news
of how much Prepaid Legal can benefit
the average person
and that is taking my time.
Volunteering time at my local church
and that takes time.
Now the grass is starting to grow
and that will take time.
The upcoming weekend at a Cursillo
and that takes time.
Oh, yes, I have to watch the candidates
and that take much time.
I will soon be leaving for church
to teach a class and then attend second service.
I have several poems I have begun
a few lines
but I keep trying to add to them
but nothing happens.
You can't dig up a seed to see if it is growning
so I'll leave them buried
until they start to grow in my mind.
Meanwhile, I want to go to a restaurant
and order "eggs Pope."
(Eggs Benedict)
There aren't enough hours in each day
but if there were more, I couldn't endure.
So busy poems don't happen
I try to force them
but that never works.
Trying to share the good news
of how much Prepaid Legal can benefit
the average person
and that is taking my time.
Volunteering time at my local church
and that takes time.
Now the grass is starting to grow
and that will take time.
The upcoming weekend at a Cursillo
and that takes time.
Oh, yes, I have to watch the candidates
and that take much time.
I will soon be leaving for church
to teach a class and then attend second service.
I have several poems I have begun
a few lines
but I keep trying to add to them
but nothing happens.
You can't dig up a seed to see if it is growning
so I'll leave them buried
until they start to grow in my mind.
Meanwhile, I want to go to a restaurant
and order "eggs Pope."
(Eggs Benedict)
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Cross In My Pocket
Poem In My Pocket
By Larry Linville
April seventeenth every year
is a special time to share.
Put a poem in your pocket
one for which you really care.
Take it out and read it
to persons whom you meet
and you may be giving them
a very special treat.
It started in New York City
in the year two thousand two
and has spread across the nation
now you can spread it too.
I have made my selection
and my pocket awaits the day
when I can let a poem
say what I want to say.
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By Larry Linville
April seventeenth every year
is a special time to share.
Put a poem in your pocket
one for which you really care.
Take it out and read it
to persons whom you meet
and you may be giving them
a very special treat.
It started in New York City
in the year two thousand two
and has spread across the nation
now you can spread it too.
I have made my selection
and my pocket awaits the day
when I can let a poem
say what I want to say.
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Friday, April 11, 2008
The Perfect Name
The Perfect Name
By Larry Linville
She was just shy of twenty when she wed.
So softly her marriage "I do's" were said.
Just shy of twenty-one she had a child
and the baby was also very mild.
The baby was just shy of seven pounds
and always smiled and she never had frowns.
Anne was the name of both mother and child
Neither of them ever lived very wild.
When mother saw her daughter was so tame
She new that Cheyenne was such a good name
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By Larry Linville
She was just shy of twenty when she wed.
So softly her marriage "I do's" were said.
Just shy of twenty-one she had a child
and the baby was also very mild.
The baby was just shy of seven pounds
and always smiled and she never had frowns.
Anne was the name of both mother and child
Neither of them ever lived very wild.
When mother saw her daughter was so tame
She new that Cheyenne was such a good name
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Tuesday, April 8, 2008
The All Knowing Waitress
The All Knowing Waitress
By Larry Linville
“The usual?” she smiled and asked of me
proud of her perfect waitress memory.
Predictable, I never wished to be
so I shook my head and said, “ number three.”
“But you always have a number four
and sit way up front right next to the door!”
“Surely, you must be playing with my mind!
you are always very thoughtful and kind.”
“Well, I would never want to bother you
so why not just give me a number two?”
The next time I entered into the place
she looked at me with a smile on her face.
She didn’t try to guess what I would choose
because if she did, she knew she would
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By Larry Linville
“The usual?” she smiled and asked of me
proud of her perfect waitress memory.
Predictable, I never wished to be
so I shook my head and said, “ number three.”
“But you always have a number four
and sit way up front right next to the door!”
“Surely, you must be playing with my mind!
you are always very thoughtful and kind.”
“Well, I would never want to bother you
so why not just give me a number two?”
The next time I entered into the place
she looked at me with a smile on her face.
She didn’t try to guess what I would choose
because if she did, she knew she would
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Thursday, April 3, 2008
Singing Parts
Singing Parts
By Larry Linville
It always sounded cool to me
When someone sang the harmony
At church my mother sat with me
And gave singing lessons for free
I sang that alto line with her
With her voice that sounded pure
I couldn’t read those funny notes
That were coming from our throats
Soon somehow I began to know
Whether to sing high or low
Today I can sing every part
Because of what she put in my heart
She is gone from me it is true
But when I miss her and get blue
I lift my voice and sing a song
And pretend she’s singing along
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By Larry Linville
It always sounded cool to me
When someone sang the harmony
At church my mother sat with me
And gave singing lessons for free
I sang that alto line with her
With her voice that sounded pure
I couldn’t read those funny notes
That were coming from our throats
Soon somehow I began to know
Whether to sing high or low
Today I can sing every part
Because of what she put in my heart
She is gone from me it is true
But when I miss her and get blue
I lift my voice and sing a song
And pretend she’s singing along
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Tuesday, April 1, 2008
April Fools
April Fools
By Larry Linville
They pull out the same bad jokes
and use on unsuspecting folks
then they laugh at this thing so cruel
and blurt out loudly, “April Fool.”
The fun is with the one who fools.
The other doesn’t know the rules
and stands and looks just like goof
whose gullility is proof.
The biggest fool around today
never takes any time to pray
and doesn’t share the love of God.
He is the one who’s really odd.
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By Larry Linville
They pull out the same bad jokes
and use on unsuspecting folks
then they laugh at this thing so cruel
and blurt out loudly, “April Fool.”
The fun is with the one who fools.
The other doesn’t know the rules
and stands and looks just like goof
whose gullility is proof.
The biggest fool around today
never takes any time to pray
and doesn’t share the love of God.
He is the one who’s really odd.
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