2018 Antisonnet One

Maybe I should just be a rapper
Stringing rhymes within my Trapper
Keeper. But never going Deeper.

Maybe I should be a poet
Trying not to let you know it
Matters. It’s just how language shatters.

This one doesn’t count because
The pattern hasn’t found the pause
On paper. It’s just a language caper.

This one doesn’t make the cut
Because it doesn’t take time but
It shows. That’s just the way it flows.

Fools rush in, and now I’m bolder
Than when I was 12 years older
Than a baby. That’s when I said maybe

I should put it in a book,
So I did but now it all looks
Scrappy. It’s just a little crappy.

Words deep fried, cooked in lard,
And drained upon a greeting card
For later. You shread it in a grater

And serve it up with grits and cheese
Then sit around and shoot the breeze
About the story. You can’t take the glory

Because it’s all been driven
By the rhyme that we were given
From the culture. I’m just a language vulture.

2018 Sonnet 19

Snapshots: film, digital, watercolor, sketch,
One quick note — That’s all she wrote in the dust.
Snapshots: Finish line; who won in the stretch?
Memory in a jar; remember, you must.

A string around a finger, mark or jot.
Oil upon a pile of Holy Land stones.
Bread crumbs mark the path we nearly forgot.
Hieroglyphics on an old box of bones.

You remember your way; I’ll use my own.
Your mundane to me looks quite creative.
Notes on scraps of paper are just on loan
To the future. To the past, they’re native.

Lullaby rhyme till logic takes a nap.
It’s just a jot upon a sonnet scrap.

2018 Sonnet 18

Low-country boil: It’s food and it’s weather.
Steamy, spicy, buttery, hot, salty.
Where cowboys wear baseball caps, never leather.
Slow and steady. Strong. A little malty.

Leather on the Bible, leather on the feet.
Cotton grows around here, and cotton breathes.
Leather in the belt, never on the street.
And leather gloves to shield the hand that feeds.

Low-country boil: Sometimes, an attitude.
Don’t be hasty. Keep your cool. Let it simmer.
Give the culprit room to show gratitude.
Otherwise, he better be a swimmer.

God had a plan for aluminum foil.
Greatest gift to man, that low-country boil.

2018 Sonnet 17

Maybe I’m just preaching to the choir.
Maybe we have always been this way.
Lying liars lie about the liar.
We miss the point, but who cares, anyway.

Cause no one’s changing hearts and minds and votes.
Everyone is just playing solitare.
No one’s sitting at our feet, taking notes.
Soapboxing in the cyber village square.

Adoring fans and hecklers may surround
And listen as we boldly state our cases.
But no one wants to hear opposing sound.
We want the ears; we don’t need the faces.

Nanny, nanny, boo, boo. I can’t hear you.
I’ll just tell my people why to fear you.

2018 Sonnet 16

Hawking’s Robo-Voice radioed to space
Where it hits a black hole. How sweet. No, what?
The price of sending not him to no place.
A black hole? Super-nothing, is it not?

Hawking’s Robo-Voice transmitted from Spain
Out to 1A O six twenty O O.
Thirty-Five Hundred light years plain
The best known black hole by a few specks below.

Ashes scattered twixt Darwin and Newton.
“Here lies what was mortal of Stephen Hawking”.
Mortal was all of what Hawking knew on
This earth, where he said mortal’s the only thing.

Spirit may hover or soar. That will be
Stephen Hawking’s next great discovery.

 

2018 Sonnet 15

If carrots had feelings what would you eat?
In that case, we would eat mushrooms and moss
Or find kind ways to lull carrots to sleep,
And every salad would be gently tossed.

What if fishes knew they would be dishes?
Would they still take the bait? Jump in the net?
Bovine are dreamers; what are their wishes?
Turkeys and chickens aware? Place your bets!

Life is a pain on top of the food chain,
But we give a lot more than we receive.
Why must we humans be so darned humane?
No, wait! Not us! We don’t do; we believe

That everything’s okay with what we do
Cause everyone knows we’re better than you.

2018 Sonnet 14

A Rhyming Dictionary … Bite your tongue!
Never canned sermons here, and no canned rhymes!
Way too old to cheat that way. Load of dung!
Way too bold to eat that whey. Curds and crime!

Rhyming Dictionary … Never seen one.
Guess I Googled one, but not this decade.
Fake it just this once? But here comes the sun
Can’t hide those counterfeiters in the shade.

Rhyming Dictionary … Guess I need one.
Then again, I’m not doing this for pay.
Rather do it poorly, rather bleed one
Than steel one in some other easy way.

Finding rhyming lines is not a big deal
If you don’t think too much, don’t try to feel.

2018 Sonnet 13

Golly what a gully-washer that was!
Mighty rain, mighty rushing wind out there.
Don’t the weather give us all a hat buzz?
All that weather! Weather everywhere!

Mamma, what a scorcher we got going!
Air as still as pudding in the fridge.
Muggy as a sauna. Ain’t you knowing
Here’s the hell we get for sacrilege?

You know that snow in twenty seventeen?
Never thought we’d see anything like that!
Sometimes seems like nothing heaven seen.
God and humans must have had a spat.

One nice day in spring, and one more in fall.
Well, I guess that beats no weather at all.

 

2018 Sonnet 12

Azelias are giants. Timber is King.
God has a house on every corner.
Banjos are banging. The mandolins sing.
Seems mother nature has nearly torn her

Skirt on a blackberry bush and the figs
Hang heavy out where the blueberry hedge
Finally gives way. Pecan tree grows big,
And I ain’t seen a peach grow but on the ledge

That cobbler smells great. But why let it cool?
It’ll melt ice cream like the sun melts snow
It’ll sweet you hard. It’ll make you drool.
Now don’t go saying I didn’t say so.

Low country outland, shrimp swim in the grits.
Fish stew, witches’ brew, give a taste bud fits.

Scattered & Sown

He also said, “This is what the kingdom of God is like. A man scatters seed on the ground. Night and day, whether he sleeps or gets up, the seed sprouts and grows, though he does not know how. All by itself the soil produces grain—first the stalk, then the head, then the full kernel in the head. As soon as the grain is ripe, he puts the sickle to it, because the harvest has come.”

 Again he said, “What shall we say the kingdom of God is like, or what parable shall we use to describe it? It is like a mustard seed, which is the smallest of all seeds on earth. Yet when planted, it grows and becomes the largest of all garden plants, with such big branches that the birds can perch in its shade.”

 With many similar parables Jesus spoke the word to them, as much as they could understand. He did not say anything to them without using a parable. But when he was alone with his own disciples, he explained everything.

Mark 4:36-34

My first house had a down-hill slope from the front yard. One side of the driveway was lush and green. The other side was hard soil and deep shade, and I could not get anything to grow there. I plowed, fertilized, seeded and sodded that land over and over, and nothing seemed to work. It was just destined to be a bald spot.

Eventually, we sold the house and moved on. The next time I saw that yard, it had the lushest green grass all over that spot! I just had to find out what was that magic secret that turned that hard-clay hill into such a nice lawn.

So I asked the new owners, “What did you do to get grass to grow over there?”

“We didn’t do anything,” they said. “Truth is, we really liked not mowing half the yard, so we dumped gravel on it and started parking there. Now, we can’t get rid of the grass.”

Everything I know about plants did nothing to make grass grow on that yard. The new owners were good with that; they just threw gravel on it to hide what little dirt there was. But that gravel, that little roughness that would hold the dirt and keep the seeds from washing away, was exactly what was needed.

I don’t recommend gravel to make grass grow, but if you’ve ever had to fight grass growing through the sidewalk or up through the pavement, you can see how that happens. Sometimes, a plant needs that last thing we’d guess it needs. It’s one of life’s little mysteries, and that’s just the point: The Good Lord moves in mysterious ways!

How many times do we give up on someone, and the next thing you know they’re thanking you for your words and prayers? I guess pastors run across that more than other people, not because we’re any better at it, but because we try so many times with so many people.

I have a friend who was hardly a friend when we first met. He was one of those boomerang kids who moved in with Mom, then he brought his girlfriend in, and finally he started dealing drugs out of the house. My advice to his mother was kick him out NOW! She brought him in for counseling, and this man scared me to death!

Eventually, she did kick him out. I called the cops on him when he threatened the church. All that was enough to get him in rehab. He was doing pretty good when his mother died in the hospital, and I thought surely that would trip him up. But when he saw how the church rallied to honor his mother, he got even closer to God. Today, he’s a manager at a rehab facility near Atlanta, walking with the Lord and married to a girl who used to be his drug buddy. They’ve been sober more than 10 years, and he still calls me to thank me for helping him find the Lord.

When I look back, I didn’t do a thing. In fact, I sort of threw gravel on the situation. I told his mother to kick him out and told the cops to lock him up. At best, I scattered a few seeds in his life, and I never expected them to grow.

That’s what the kingdom of Heaven is like, Jesus said. A man scatters seed, and that’s all he does. If it grows, it grows all by itself, and the man doesn’t even know how. At harvest, the man gathers the produce and gets too much credit.

Jesus doesn’t explain the parable here. We read that he explained it to his disciples, but we don’t get the explanation. We probably don’t need it, because the symbolism is the same as the parable he does explain earlier in Mark’s gospel.

It’s in the beginning of the same chapter, Mark Chapter 4: “Listen!” Jesus said. “A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up. Some fell on rockey places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they whithered because they had no root. Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up and choked the plants, so that they did not bear grain. Still other seed fell on good soil. It came up, grew and produced a crop, some multiplying thirty, some sixty, some a hundred times.” Then, Jesus said, “Whoever has ears to hear, let them hear.” (Mark 4:3-9)

I love this parable, and I think it connects well to the next. Here, Jesus explains that the seed is the word. The various conditions are people, and the outside stuff is just that, outside stuff. The birds are the devil snatching away the seed. The rocky ground is shallow soil where seeds sprout quickly, then die off. The thorns are riches and the cares of this world, growing up to choke off the plant. It’s interesting that soil that’s good for the plant is also good for the weed. We have to keep the weeds out of our lives to grow in the faith.

So what does today’s parable add? I presume that the seed here is like the seed there, the word of God that we share by scattering it. Where do we plant? In both these parables, the sower isn’t very careful at all about where the seed goes. He has lots of seed, and it’s just seed. The sower throws seed willy nilly, on the road, in the weeds, on rocky ground, and sometimes on good ground. The parable today adds something to the parable: The sower does not know where the good soil is. If it grows at all, it’s an act of God, and so is the harvest. The sower thought this was a good spot, and it didn’t work. He thought that was wasted seed, and it brought forth a bumper crop!

I always called my friend a Bad Seed, and as far as I could see, he was rocky soil. But God had a need for that man in the kingdom, and that tiny bit of seed grew tall and increased a hundred fold. Yeah, I threw seed, but it was mixed with a lot of gravel, and I thought that was wasted seed. Boy, was I wrong.

The lesson here for me is that there is no wasted seed. It might get eaten by birds, and it might get choked by weeds, but without me knowing it, it might hit paydirt.

Here’s my question: Have you given up on someone? Have you thrown seed on the ground over and over again, only to watch it wash away or get eaten by birds? Don’t give up! Even if you threw gravel; even if you called the cops; don’t give up. Throw some more seed over there; God has plenty.

I know you’ve heard the old joke where God says to Jesus, “You catch ‘em, Son! I’ll clean ‘em!” Our job is even simpler than that. Jesus said He’d teach us to catch people, but sometimes it’s our job to chum the water.

Paul made the same point in 1 Corinthians 3:6-9 – “I planted seed, Apollos watered it, but God has been making it grow. So neither the one who plants nor the one who waters is anything, but only God makes things grow. The one who plants and the one who waters have one purpose, and they will each be rewarded according to their own labor. For we are co-workers in God’s service; you are God’s field, God’s building.”

We have one purpose, to win souls for Jesus. You’re all sowers, and water-bearers, and spotters for the harvest, but we have one Lord and one job – to tend to this field. So don’t give up. Keep sowing the Word, even when you think the ground is too rocky and the weeds are too thick. Because you never know when a seed might get stuck in the gravel, find the dirt, and bring forth the harvest.