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Brian McDonagh Jun 2018
We need to be advocates
For what we feel and believe
More than for what we hear
And question.
Insight sometimes can dominate any form of convincing speech.
Brian McDonagh Jun 2018
I squirm for rest,
But am caffeinated
With energy of mind.
My head and body ache,
But there’s an energetic spirit
I cannot control either.
I am mangled,
Twisted in selves
That even I don’t know.
All day today I felt the need to move and I couldn't sit still (could be the medication I'm on) and so I put my energy to use by writing a poem about my trial today.
Brian McDonagh May 2018
Netted on the outside
Dreams pass through the inside.
The good dreams seep the center,
The bad dreams are caught: DO NOT ENTER!
The sleeper with eyes shut,
Protected by the dreamcatcher
And selected by the buy-snatcher,
Slumbers in peace
When all is at ease
Around the dreamcatcher police.
Reality is still
But the mind is awake
And sleep is at stake.
Eyes cannot detect
What the dreamcatcher does,
It only sways in the midst of a glance.
But the dreams that pass the glass dividing atmospheric gas
Cannot be seen, touched, heard.
Dreamcatchers have a radar
That no being does.
The dreams charge at once!
WOOOOSH.
Not a dream is heard
Caught in the dreamcatcher grid,
But the good ones
Keep clean the REM zones.
Native-American tradition
I will surely petition.
I have two dreamcatchers in my room; I love the culture, tradition, and protection they offer!
Brian McDonagh May 2018
Me
Family
Friends and others
Family
Me
I wake up with just myself, then I see family, and on occasions I leave my house, I encounter those outside my family circle only to end the day retiring on my own.
Brian McDonagh May 2018
There’s no true newness
In renewing traditions.
If we as a people are called to accept change,
Then such gatherings and conventions as church
Should ponder anew
The possibilities of conforming
To accepting that a deity like the Holy Spirit
Cannot be contained to a breviary
Or even within walls for that matter.
I’m not necessarily promoting any sort of evangelism,
But elevating ecumenism
And a grand renewal of what it means
For those confined to the guilt and shame
That can come from church catechism, church magisterium,
Church this-and-that
To have their own way of approaching spirituality.
Let’s all be Richard Rohrs and St. Francises,
Not rebuilding a church,
But disassembling a building
That separates believers of faith.
If we are all friends,
Why do we hide behind walls?
Can we not bear
What other brethren might believe?
Let’s combust the world,
Scorching sameness,
Fueling newness.
There really needs to be reform particularly in the Catholic church.  I'm Catholic and I know what I have experienced; it's like one church I go to seems more institutionalized while another a gateway to easy friendships.  Again, church poem though it may seem, please perceive how you like; the sky's the limit with imagination!
Brian McDonagh May 2018
The lessons of criminal activity
Don’t go unnoticed.
Agents swarm the scene,
But then there are those
Who translate previous challenges
Into knowledge for future disturbances.
The eyes that see us
But we don’t see
Are the scariest of all.
A pun and hopefully worded as accurately as possible. :P
Brian McDonagh May 2018
Just because I shut my eyes
Doesn’t mean I’m extremely wise;
As I listen to what I hear, I realize
Here am I in the demise
Of my own lies,
Which may come as no surprise.
People with their eyes closed in meditation always look like they're in full concentration or they know what they're doing (as an example of where I lead this poem).  Honestly, though, if my eyes were closed in tense thought, chances are I'm thinking of nothing most of the time.  :P
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