Category Archives: poetry
Thirty Days downAnd not a single frown,While I write the linesTo count. The sun shinesEver brighter today,Wait, no, clouds coverThe sky all the day longGentle poofs to discoverBunnies, brownies, more~When up we look and exploreThe depths of our imaginationFor your utmost destination.~By: A.J. Wagoner
I want to take the time to thank all of you readers! Thank you for the time you’ve perused my words! Thank you for your peepers on the screen and thank you for your love for poetry! I appreciate it oh so very much!
Images in the night,Flares rocket highWithin the Stratosphere of the mindAnd I’m lost within your goodness!Set to change the landscapeClean away the scarsFreshen up the dandelionsYes, Prepare to ConfigureThe Hard- Software of our LivesWhen we allow anthems to swellThe symphonies and melodiesOf Love, Grace, Joy and PeaceRing out! Do not shut down!Prepare to ConfigureOur hearts to the noiseGuitar rips, bass dropsMore. More. More!Plans set. Concrete poured.Ready to take on the worldAnd show the Kindness of LoveOver and over again!So, world…Prepare to ConfigureFor Abba’s Gentleness rises evermore!~By: A.J. Wagoner
Oh, another day at the shop~Creaks and Moans, Half-mast to back cracks,Pokes, slices with X-Acto burns.Oh, another day at the shop~Oy no! eight hours cardboard nonstopWidth to Length to Height, label tracksOh, another day at the shop~Creaks and Moans, Half-mast to back cracks.Break out!!Thirty-five and a quarterInches~oh yeah!Don’t forget the label!Protect the finger cousinsFor lost in thought could proveTroublesome while at the shop.~By: A.J. Wagoner
A heart, a life, a soul—Shackled to the earth,Doves lay dead, candles splintered,No laughter, no mirth.Freedom’s often overlookedBut where would we be without it—Under dictators or kings,Would we dare to even admit?So, Freedom? Freedom?Ponder the word.Does it all come from wars—From our .52 caliber sword?I reason to scream, NOOOOOOOO!!!Freedom, true freedom, results from an invitation,An invitation for Christ to enterOne’s soul and bring about the flesh’s annihilation.So, how do we become free?Free of the chains,Which bind usTo the Devil’s plains?!Where do we find relief?Relief from the heatOf scattered sheep—From wolves come to stop the bleat?In Christ alone do we find relief,Do NOT go over to another’s imitation!Only One Way, One Life, One Truth,The Redeemer breaks chains for our EMANCIPATION!!Christ offers FREEDOM!!Christ offers FREEDOM,From Satan’s whoredom,Oh, Christ sheds FREEEEDOM!!!~By: A.J. Wagoner(Written first back in March 2007)
…I think I’ve come a long way with my poetry. What do you think?
Heart Lines Splay the NightWhen the pulsation kicks inAnd the dull ache takes over~Fear and depression try to buffet meA simple course for their joyI will not give in!I will not be afraid!I trust Father, even when I know not whyOh! The dull echo of a sullen Love,I must fight against the wavesRegardless of my lungs and breath!Never give in! Never lose Hope!Sweet fever pitch, tar and feathersTo the inner cogs of my soulI claw and I claw, butThe sealed walls don’t budgeNot even a smidgen!Light beckons, His voice gentle~” Trust me.Trust me.I Love you!”Gorgonized beyond belief!Yes YESHUA!!!Splay the Night and fuzzle my heart!~By: A.J. Wagoner
Country tunesBackground noiseWhine of the grinderDon’t make a wrong choice~Stare at the Welder’s LightNo-No! Sparks flyBluish whiteUPS Build-a-Box for you,Three-inch Nerfset.Best way to buildHeavy Duty staple guns,Better join a guild.Oh, at the shop today,Winch plates, truck mounts,Sticky paper proper lengthFor every little bit counts.Lunch break Cuban sandwichLay back real quickWoodpecker overhead- oh no!Sit up Line Street barbed wire fenceBuild another boxNo mistakes double-timeIllusion mirages slow down’Til five ‘hellos’ never a chime.~By: A.J. Wagoner
A melancholy cloud, a desire so loud!SaudadeLet me go back to where I felt alive!Let me gaze upon the landscapes of HomeFor my heart Longs evermoreMy words fail to CaptureThe depths of how I need you~Central America, East Africa,Southeast Asia, China and IndiaPlaces I have traversedPeople’s silhouettes within my mind!Saudade for you! For me!A time of what was, what will be,The darkness grips meI need to touch your shores!Oh my love! Oh my heart!Left in every little creviceOf the world I’ve seenAnd the hearts of those I’ve met.Saudade! Saudade!!Constant desire of what does notAnd may not ever Exist~Oh my Child, I know thy heart,But come back to me,Come back to the PresentSo, we may make new memories~New Saudades Every Day.~By: A.J. Wagoner
Manufacture rollbar, heavySons of guns, fingers ache tons and tons,Down the street we run to your tight bevyAnd wonder about ‘Golden Girl’ reruns.Build a box, not a bear, surprise~X-acto knife cuts, lay the sides down,Out of the way, total improviseTo share the back for miles uptown.~By: A.J. Wagoner
Days Slip AwaySands of TimeHourglass HandsAnd I watch the Sun’s descentMoon rises ~ Waxes WansThe Chill Crisp AirElectrifies my SoulHowls of EcstasyThe hunt has begunFor a new leader comes,An Alpha and OmegaTo unite us allInto One PackA Lethal Force to fight for Glory~By: A.J. Wagoner
The Love of an UncleFor nieces and nephews~A mystery to someYet filled with clues,Upon the Joys of their laughter,Their smiles full of Life and Hope.Oh how we’d fight for each of themEven down the most dangerous slopeFor when we understand ourselvesWe will long to protect them,Our nieces and nephews,Even if miles we must swim.Yes, the Love of an UncleSacred, True and good practiceFor our future in FatherhoodWith every turn, every twist.The Love of an Uncle,A mysterious art for His heartOn how to Love every childThrough the rise of their height chart.~By: A.J. Wagoner
Monday afternoon trail,I run to nineteenHeartbeat thumps, exhaleShin Splints unforeseenAll to shed sweat scalesWithin a time machineSilky smooth drip with sweatCause oxygen debt.Now home to prevailAgainst the growth of hairTo plan epic saleOf no easy flairAnd call it ‘Yard Snail’,Your place for a careTo buy and barter~Gone goes all, martyrs!~By: A.J. Wagoner