Poetry Visualized

As A Man Thinketh

You can control your life by your thoughts

One Will Have Regret

Two men, two choices, both choices will last eternally.

The Awakening Spirit, poem by Peter Menkin

This poem was a zen-like work, if I may be indulged to exagerate.

A Grace of God, poem by Peter Menkin

This poem is an arrow to heaven!

A Grace of God...(revise)
by Peter Menkin
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Inner life
aware of soothing Spirit.
Waiting.
Grace that underlines
living.
Ask for waters
that spring from abundance.
Quenches.

Will you pray with me?

Will you pray with me?
By Reid Baer

I, even from a mystic part,
acting as poet, reason with
you my friend from the start even

as I do with Him who is the
Alpha and Omega from the
foundation of my very own

conversion to the mystery
of Godliness beginning the
thought process of my faith like a

vision and commitment to the
ineffable heart where it is
a Just and Holy place for a

person to pitch a tent and gird
up his loins and wrestle strenuously
with myriads of demons hailing

in the East turning sun-wise to
the South, then the West, and finally
blessed in the North I beseech thee

dear Lord to abate thine anger
for a brief season that I might
clean my white garments from this ripe

and polluted generation
of souls who know no sense of the
Perfect Man! I pray, renew and succor

my weakness another day through
another place where Spirit fills
the heavenly congregation

of covenant children who have
been faithful and returned back home
to the center of purity

surrounding the source we find in Thee.
Now in this mortality – hope -
is for Approbation Divine.
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Mormon Poetry #4 Jacob Wrestles With An Angel

My Internal Landscape
By Reid Baer

I introduced
some parts
to each other
but it was
less like love
than a tussle
until I got them
back together
like missing pieces
of a picture puzzle
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Mormon Poetry #3 NOM A Gathering Storm

A Gathering Storm And A Late Night Date
By Reid Baer

Holding hands
my wife and I
are running in the raining night
crouching low
sneaking through
the neighborhood
avoiding houses with lights on
whispering
watching
snickering
borrowing a little rubber raft
from someone’s back yard
climbing in it near a stream
slipping like mad people past
a muddy garden row of new carrots
peas and baby potatoes
sliding by sprinkler heads
and plastic toys left by kids –
ours are now all grown –
so we’re following fluid currents
down and around
connecting up to larger rivers
and a bright-lit town maneuvering
atop black wet pavement
in between on coming traffic
cars and vans
and small SUV’s
gliding like successful survivors
rushing with the mighty flow –
oh, what an adventurous sight –
yet calm we are in the rough waters
because we’re together
caring for each other
in a meaningful and fulfilling life
with every ounce of our middle-aged might
- this man and this woman -
in a marriage that is still perfectly right!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wp76ly2_NoI&feature=channel_page
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http://www.nationformarriage.org
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A Poets Exhaultation to God

Dear Lord,

I succumb to your direction helplessly and await your magnificent recompense as I keep social graces and poise, singing sweet vespers of devotion to you my dear King, no matter my condition at hand.
I honor the declarations you have prepared for my life without abandon and breathe my life in song.

Thank you my Liege, my Lordly Master

Mormon Easter Poem

ECSTATIC SPIRIT
By Reid Baer

I cannot speak
For you
Or them
In time
Or space
With empirical data
Defending the
Definitive
Formula
For the
Existence
Of God.

Instead I say a humble
prayer to Thee,

My Risen Lord,
alive and well with me.
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Jesus is my Lord

Poem , on Jesus