Sweep And Be Merry

A poem about living a more authentic life and the facades well a put up.

Sweep And Be Merry 

a poem by Chris T.

Sweep and be merry you keepers of clean.

Arranging your diorama into the perfect scene.
Scrub and scrub the table and countertop.

Making sure to erase the grime,the crumbs and the slop.

For tonight the neighbors come to partake in a meal,

And we can’t allow a true glimpse or reveal.

Of a millimeter below the glimmering patina.

Hiding the sweat and the breath tinged with the taste of tequila

We all work so hard to push far, far down.

Our colors of pain and a quick flash of frown.

 So we jam pack our lives with a beautiful visage,

And adorning our person with many accoutrements

Why do we spring upon a man of truth?

A man not afraid of the mistakes of youth.

A soul who lives beyond the surface of lies

A man whose concern is for family, its bonds and it’s ties.

So sweep and be merry you vacuous corpse.

You ten pounds of guile crammed in a 5 pound bag of remorse.

So, continue to polish and polish that festering t**d.

Losing your soul in a farce so absurd.

Author's Note

This morning I awoke early before the rest of my family arose. I faithfully emptied yesterday’s coffee grains from the filter. I proceeded to fill up the carafe with the specially filtered water from the refrigerator; taking a whole 5 minutes to fill to the top. Then, I reached for the bag of my Mocha Java blend and Whoosh, my hand-made no purchase. Dang, we are out of coffee beans. So, that just will not stand in the household of mine. Naturally, I set out in the gentle rain to Caribou Coffee. As I was driving, I was thinking of my nono(grandpa in Italiano). He used to say some of the funniest things. One of the phrases that I heard all the time was: “You can polish a turd, but it’s still just a turd.” I apologize for using such a crude term but, you had to know my grandpa.He suffered from mental illness and random bouts of brilliance as well.As that statement was tumbling around in my mind, I had an idea for a poem about how we shine the illustrious patina of our facade while the inside of our souls are decaying, slowly losing the spark of hope, being extinguished forever. The bible says in the book of Mark Chapter 8 verse 36: “What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his soul?” If you are a striver of material things, if you constantly reach for the brass ring, stop and focus on the real problem in your life: sin and a desire to strive in your own power and the mounting rebellion our hearts are prone to do. You can’t put a beautiful varnish on top of rotten wood. God wants to make you shine from the inside out. That is true beauty and when God does something he starts out with a perfect foundation(the forgiveness of sins thanks to His Son and the unwavering belief in Jesus’ deity) and builds every thing else on top of that marvelous truth. Don’t be afraid of living an authentic life, not living in crippling fear of what others think of you and accepting a calling that will transform your decaying heart into a treasure more valued than diamonds, silver and gold.

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The Great Plains Poet, a non-hoodwinked realizer of his brokenness and a true example of the redemptive qualities of serving a risen Savior.

Reviews

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Nicely done -- but one thing I noticed is you start it off and end it with a rhyming scheme except for the end of the middle 3rd stanza. It kind of took away from the flow of the piece at that certain point.. But other than that, I understood the message and for the most part it was very well written. Great write.

[~Blue Fantasy~]

Another great poem from you! What a wonderful message in this poem. Something we can all learn from. Great write!

[Enigma]

Wonderful poem. Rash and blunt at times, yet always thought-provoking and insightful. I loved it. Keep up the good work.

[Fairytale]

This poem seems to start out funny and then turns into something more serious. Then, it seems to focus on something more basic.

[J Todd Underhill]

Wow my friend what a read, I enjoyed the Poem, but also enjoyed the glimpse into your life as well. I too have a Caribou Coffee close to me, and should drop in more often. I have become complacent in relaxing in the confines of the shop I host my open mic at, and that makes me dwell in an all too familiar rut. I should, and will make the time to stop in to Caribou and with each swig off of the coffee I shall ponder you, and this poem, and the wise addage that your Nono put in your brain to make this poem.

[ivizarx]

"A soul who lives beyond the surface of lies
A man whose concern is for family, its bonds and it’s ties."

Seems to be a very dear quote for me and sums up the overall poem quite nicely. Love your work bro, keep up the good work, talent never ceases to amaze ;)

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

"For tonight the neighbors come to partake in a meal,

And we can’t allow a true glimpse or reveal.

Of a millimeter below the glimmering patina.

Hiding the sweat and the breath tinged with the taste of tequila"

My favorite line! Wording is amazingly done here.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Nice one here.

[Maryum Mazhar]

A little too hard for a 14 year old to get, but I guess the rhythm and tone is nice:D

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Another top write, so much wisdom you possess !!!!

[Mehul Rwat]

Nice words are used and I was enjoying your poem as I was reading and being merry.