The Neuveau (“Stepford”) Wife’s Husband’s Tale

The dirty diapers, kids, and household chores,

They never cease, laundry piles up high,

It’s work from dusk ‘til dawn; what’s more,

A modern wife like me will never cry.

 

Lord knows we couldn’t have a happy home

Without my spouse’s friends: the drugs and booze

He loves, the deities upon his throne,

Including me, with whom he loves to schmooze.

 

But years ago, before I left this home

My life was tough: I cried and cried.

But heart once flesh is now a heart of stone,

For hubby bartered for a nouveau bride.

 

He pours contempt upon the Lord of Life,

And takes his pleasure from his cyber wife.

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The Sweetest Song

wedding day

 

(For Dawn on our seventh wedding anniversary)

 

My lovely wife, my spine and central core:

Two minds conformed sit reciting, day

By day—a ceaseless piece preparing for

The time when bodies fail and cannot play.

 

A song so sweet, we lovers cannot stop,

Nor bear, we fear, one player leaves the set.

Our days are gifts which we determine not,

And each is given death’s certificate.

 

We etch our magnum opus from the heart:

This masterpiece for God which we perform.

His Love Divine arranges every part,

And His sonata plays throughout life’s storm.

 

Once gone from earth, our melody we pray:

May angels weep, may God appreciate.

 

DB Lindsey Jr.

© 26 November 2011

Revised 8 February 2015

All Rights Reserved

See Dick and Jane Browse with Covenant Eyes

This will be my last entry for a project I have worked on over the past couple weeks—a friendly competition in the offices of Covenant Eyes. Most of the poetry on this site is not work related, but this one is. It is written in the form of an Elizabethan (Shakespearian) sonnet and is parodic of a wonderful children’s book series popularized in the 1930’s: Fun with Dick and Jane.

Seriously, the plight of Dick and Jane in this sonnet is far too common in our culture:

According to the third Youth Internet Safety Survey, published in 2010, the ages when youth were unwillingly exposed to nudity online were: 10-12: 15%, 13-15: 23%, and 16-17: 28% (Pornography Statistics).

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See Dick and Jane Browse with Covenant Eyes

Let’s look while Dick and Jane discover games.

The Internet makes learning so much fun.

And see how Jane can hack the usernames.

Now Jane is watching Dick do something dumb.

He’s watching porn and Jane is quite surprised.

She can’t decide to scream or turn and run,

For Dick is so transfixed and mesmerized.

And kids’ despoiled minds become quite numb.

So Dick and Jane were full of crazy fears,

When Mommy saw, the kids tried telling fibs.

Then truth came out and eyes welled up with tears.

But soon they found a way to guard their kids.

A company records all sites we see,

Blocks porn and prompts real honesty.

—Donald Lindsey

©  All Rights Reserved

1 September 2014

Washing

Washing

 (For Dawn—after our wedding & reception)

 So now we kneel in supplication verse:

Today from two you form one fallen flesh.

We die to glorify your plan on earth;

And gain exalted joy in tiny death…

Please sanctify this consummation night,

As well as every day that does remain.

Persistently we seek eternal light

And count the death of self our greatest gain.

Before we consummate our love we trace

The Via Dolorosa, roll away the stone

And celebrate your gift of saving grace.

We long to look upon your sacred throne!

Henceforth, we imitate your life and wash

And die to serve each other as our cross.

 

—Donald Lindsey

© February 12, 2005

Christmas Sonnet

dust
 
 
 

SHAKING THE DUST

“Long is the way / And hard, that out of Hell leads up to Light”John Milton, Paradise Lost

 

(For Tracie Pratt)

Today she celebrates the Savior’s birth,

Worships the light, in fullness yet unseen.

But errant hearts distort the light of earth.

Again they scourge the Son of Man, her King.

While season’s clamor muffles Christendom,

Impious hearts embrace the wintry frost,

The ones for whom rebirth may never come.

Then Advent passes, notwithstanding cost.

She seeks the strength to speak the boldest truth,

Then shakes the dust, withdraws and moves along.

From town to town, propitiation soothes:

The burden Jesus takes, and pain is gone.

Henceforth, she judges not and speaks in love:

His saving graces descending like a dove.

DB Lindsey Jr

25 December 2005