Having lost the opportunity seasons past
For none scull against the River’s course
A choice was mine and mine alone
Never have I tasted such bitter remorse
Pleading for release of an unseen rendition:
The archived pilot that never aired.
A thousand drafts, revisions tenfold
Yet, with cast of one ‘twas never shared.
Fear and dejection jailed me once before
Shrouding truth deeper within.
Suppressed it seared, buried it burned
Relentless inferno raging beneath my skin.
No resolution breaks the darkening horizon.
Grace alone can charge Perdition's cease.
As the trod of death approaches day by day,
Thy holy wings will grant me peace.
MYHL
10/08/04
Notes:
· Reference to ΦΩΦ pledge class name: The Relentless Raging Inferno
· “Day by Day” and “Thy Holy Wings” are two of my favorite hymns
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y. H. Landeweer
October 8, 2004
Thy Holy Wings
"Thy holy wings O savior
spread gently over me,
and let me rest securely
through good and ill in Thee.
Oh be my strength and portion,
my rock and hiding place,
and let my ev’ry moment
be lived within thy grace.
Oh, let me nestle near thee,
within thy downy breast
where I will find sweet comfort
and peace within thy nest.
Oh, close thy wings around me
and keep me safely there,
for I am but a newborn
and need thy tender care.
Oh, wash me in the waters
of Noah's cleansing flood.
Give me a willing spirit,
a heart both clean and good.
Oh, take into thy keeping
thy children great and small,
and while we sweetly slumber,
enfold us one and all. "
- Carolina Sandell Berg, 1832-1903
May 11, 2004
In-Decline
Far enough we’ve traveled
To test the lady’s patience,
Weaving past the deepest pine.
Her confidence in decline
“Where are the lights –
You Promised” says She
No beams have yet to shine.
Her confidence in decline
Is my compass misaligned?
My racing heart pounding
Deafens my scattered mind.
My confidence in decline.
“I trust you” whispers she
A kiss of sweetest kind,
With fingers intertwined,
Our diffidence in decline
MYHL
5/12/04
Commentary: The inspiration for this poem came from a dream from May of 2004. The text itself got lost in my old computer for quite some time. Despite the suggestive phrasing of the last stanza, the dream itself had very little to do with what one might think [nudge nudge wink wink]. In this dream, while searching for a city lit by auroras I led my friend astray deep in an old wood forest. In the moment of my greatest confusion and directional incompetence, my friend puts her trust in me, gives me a peck on the cheek, she holds my hand and we spiritedly search again for the lost city.
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y H Landeweer
To test the lady’s patience,
Weaving past the deepest pine.
Her confidence in decline
“Where are the lights –
You Promised” says She
No beams have yet to shine.
Her confidence in decline
Is my compass misaligned?
My racing heart pounding
Deafens my scattered mind.
My confidence in decline.
“I trust you” whispers she
A kiss of sweetest kind,
With fingers intertwined,
Our diffidence in decline
MYHL
5/12/04
Commentary: The inspiration for this poem came from a dream from May of 2004. The text itself got lost in my old computer for quite some time. Despite the suggestive phrasing of the last stanza, the dream itself had very little to do with what one might think [nudge nudge wink wink]. In this dream, while searching for a city lit by auroras I led my friend astray deep in an old wood forest. In the moment of my greatest confusion and directional incompetence, my friend puts her trust in me, gives me a peck on the cheek, she holds my hand and we spiritedly search again for the lost city.
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y H Landeweer
April 21, 2004
An Army of One
I am an army of one.
One vision of single mind.
Under this unforgiving sun,
Terrorists and evil I will find.
Once in my extended campaign
They promised it’d be over soon.
The Cabinet with their iced champagne
Brush aside the swelling tombs.
The media in their Right pocket,
One party proclaims a troubling view.
Silencing all that mock it,
Or that puppet of a W.
Iraqi Freedom to American demise.
Our company under brutal attack.
My corpse becomes Tikrit’s prize:
A mutilated body in Iraq.
MYHL
4/21/04
Notes:
· Written after U.S. soldiers bodies were mutilated and paraded in Iraq, April 2004
· “I am an army of one” was the Army recruiting slogan at the time
· W. = George W. Bush
· Operation “Iraqi Freedom” name of the military campaign
· Tikrit was Saddam Hussein’s Hometown
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y. H. Landeweer
One vision of single mind.
Under this unforgiving sun,
Terrorists and evil I will find.
Once in my extended campaign
They promised it’d be over soon.
The Cabinet with their iced champagne
Brush aside the swelling tombs.
The media in their Right pocket,
One party proclaims a troubling view.
Silencing all that mock it,
Or that puppet of a W.
Iraqi Freedom to American demise.
Our company under brutal attack.
My corpse becomes Tikrit’s prize:
A mutilated body in Iraq.
MYHL
4/21/04
Notes:
· Written after U.S. soldiers bodies were mutilated and paraded in Iraq, April 2004
· “I am an army of one” was the Army recruiting slogan at the time
· W. = George W. Bush
· Operation “Iraqi Freedom” name of the military campaign
· Tikrit was Saddam Hussein’s Hometown
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y. H. Landeweer
April 20, 2004
A Commission
Commissioned to chart out beauty
Never requesting this particular mission
A prerogative to fulfill my duty
With a bit of muted ambition.
Where is the final destination?
“How can we know the Way?”
Find me some better navigation,
Or at least give me an ETA.
On my knees pleading for direction
Grace provided the abiding source.
I’ll continue in unending reflection,
Plotting out this new found course.
Through His waypoints I will travel,
Might they take me far past Siam,
‘Till I sleep with blankets of gravel,
For my C.O. is known as I AM.
MYHL
4/20/04
Notes:
· “The Way” - John 14:5
· C.O. = commanding officer
· “I AM WHO I AM.” - Exodus 3:14
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y. H. Landeweer
Never requesting this particular mission
A prerogative to fulfill my duty
With a bit of muted ambition.
Where is the final destination?
“How can we know the Way?”
Find me some better navigation,
Or at least give me an ETA.
On my knees pleading for direction
Grace provided the abiding source.
I’ll continue in unending reflection,
Plotting out this new found course.
Through His waypoints I will travel,
Might they take me far past Siam,
‘Till I sleep with blankets of gravel,
For my C.O. is known as I AM.
MYHL
4/20/04
Notes:
· “The Way” - John 14:5
· C.O. = commanding officer
· “I AM WHO I AM.” - Exodus 3:14
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y. H. Landeweer
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