“Sestina: Flesh and Spirit,” poem by Day Williams

Sestina: Flesh and Spirit

I
Some people live for no one but themselves
Keeping their eyes on pleasure, cash, flesh,
And while they play, God longs to be their friend,
Because their play will never satisfy
Enough, and souls call out for unity
With their Creator-God, who was crucified

II
For them, the Innocent they crucified:
He did not fit the dream they’d made themselves,
A dream that disregarded unity
Within Christ’s body, for when men put flesh
Above the Spirit, they won’t satisfy
Their hearts as when the Lord becomes a friend.

III
In darkest hours, they say, “I need a friend,
But I don’t need this Jesus crucified.
I’ll find another way to satisfy
My needs, the way my friends have pleased themselves
With drugs and potions, pleasures of the flesh,
The ecstasy enjoyed in unity

IV
In sex, those moments where the unity
Seems it will last forever with a friend,
Featherbed frolics delighting the flesh,
Then someone tells that Christ was crucified,
Which makes the lovers want to hide themselves
In shame in garden shade, dissatisfied.”

V
From babe to boy to boss, dissatisfied,
The spirit in a man seeks unity
Which men and women strive to find themselves,
Diverted, distracted, delayed by friends
Who circle round and gloss Christ crucified,
Ignore the Spirit and pursue for the flesh.

VI
A man can’t disassociate from flesh.
No matter how he tries to satisfy
The Spirit’s call to love Him crucified,
No matter how he strives for unity,
The flesh will intervene to make a friend
And enemy. Men can’t control themselves.

Envoi
For they themselves, trapped in pursuit of flesh,
Deceived by friends, would find they’re satisfied
In unity with God, Christ crucified.

~Day Williams

Day Williams

Love Slipped By – Poem by Day Williams

My truck broke down in Nashville, and my coins
Would not have bought a slice of cherry pie; 
I hitched a pickup ride to cool Des Moines
And shaved some vagrants in a poker dive.

Claire loved me well, or so she said, until
She left me for an Elvis lookalike; 
He had the sneer, the sequins, boots and pills, 
And he could croon a love song to a mike.

When I recall her round red Irish face, 
I want to sock his nose and watch him bleed: 
He never understood his proper place
And never did respect a man in need.

Cards I control: I deal them low or high: 
I wish I had not let that love slip by. 
Day Williams

Self-Reliance

Self-Reliance

HENCEFORTH, please God, forever I forego
The yoke of men’s opinions. I will be
Light-hearted as a bird, and live with God.
I find him in the bottom of my heart,
I hear continually his voice therein.


The little needle always knows the North,
The little bird remembereth his note,
And this wise Seer within me never errs.
I never taught it what it teaches me;
I only follow, when I act aright.

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sestina: Blood Covenants – Poem by Day Williams

Sestina: Blood Covenants

To make a wife for Adam, God spilled blood
By taking Adam’s rib, and Eden’s peace
Was sweet until they broke the law of God, 
Who promised through another covenant 
A seed to crush the serpent’s head. By faith
They left, the cherubim a flaming sign.

After the Flood, the rainbow was a sign.
God said to man, “Don’t eat your meat with blood
In it and do not kill, ” so man by faith
In the Lord God Almighty would have peace
With Him and blessings in this covenant
Where Noah intervened for man with God.

Years later, Abraham was tried by God
Through sacrifice of Isaac as the sign
Of faith, the center of this covenant
In which in Isaac’s place a ram shed blood
As God commanded. Abraham gained peace
And blessings, for he showed unyielding faith.

After the plagues fell, Moses by his faith
Led the Israelites from Egypt, then God
Provided Ten Commandments that give peace
When followed, with the Sabbath Day a sign.
The Levites sacrificed the bulls, whose blood
Was confirmation of this covenant, 

For blood must spill before a covenant
Will work. The Israelites, of faulty faith, 
Failed to follow Mosaic law, and blood
Of bulls did not atone for sins. So God
Made David’s throne eternal, and the sign
Was the sun and the moon. Man failed, and peace

And land were lost to Roman rulers’ “peace.”
Now Israel had failed each covenant, 
So God in grace and mercy gave a sign: 
The virgin was with child. Not works, but faith
In Him would save a man, He taught, and God
Offered eternal life through Jesus’ blood.

I have sweet peace through Jesus Christ‘s shed blood, 
For man has a new covenant with God, 
The Holy Spirit as the sign of faith. 
Day Williams

Clarinet Scene – Mr. Holland’s Opus

“Lot’s more to music than notes on the page.”

“Because playing music is supposed to be fun. It’s about heart, it’s about feelings and moving people and something beautiful and being alive, and it’s not about notes on a page. I can teach you notes on a page. I can’t teach you that other stuff.”

Louie Louie The Kingsmen {Stereo}

“Sameness Utopia,” poem by Day Williams

I wrote this in mid-March 2018 while in Colorado with my wife and son. I had been reading The Giver, a dystopian novel by Lois Lowry.

This “Utopia” is Big Tech’s dream society.

Sameness Utopia

We’ll knock the mountains down
And fill the canyons in
We’ll smooth the mounds
And not a soul will grin

Or laugh or weep or shout.
We will all be the same
Nothing to cry about
And nobody to blame

Each with the same color
Each with the same race
Each with the same
Featureless grayish face.

And no one will have dreams
And no nightmares either
None will need a freezer
And none will need a heater,

Each with the same income
Each with the same thoughts
Each of us controlled
By the same uniform bot,

And I will never lose
And you will never win
No one will be right or wrong
And none will ever sin,

And everyone will eat the same,
A tasteless grayish gruel,
And everyone will attend
The same barred, guarded school

Where we will learn the same,
And on the monthly tests
Teachers will grade with “C’s”
So no one’s worst and none is best.

We’ll ride in robot cars
To robot supermarts
Where bots will choose our foods
Because they are so smart,

And you will have a mate,
Your marriage bot-arranged,
And you can rear one child
Within the Central range,

But you cannot sing a song
(Music makes us less the same),
You cannot sculpt or draw–
For you might get a name.

As for names, you won’t have one–
A number will suffice
Tattooed on your arm
With chips as small as rice.

And no one will write novels,
Short stories, tracts, or plays,
Each number dressed the same,
The same in every way.

And you won’t need your brains,
So they will be shut down,
So ruling bots may run
A smoother Sameness Town

Where no one will be smart
And no one will be dumb
And you will walk in fog
With all your senses numb.

No one with cosmetics
No make-up for the face;
With faceless namelessness,
Each number in its place,

Though each one will be free
To choose his suit each day:
The gray or gray or gray
Or gray or gray or gray,

And you won’t need a mirror
To see your daily face,
For it will be the same
As each one in your place,

And you will have your pod
That sits right next to mine
Inside our gray-gray hut
Where no one has a mind.

No one will be black,
No one will be white,
No one will be wrong,
And no one will be right.

We’ll learn to work and play
In buildings gray and beige
Where we will be contained
Like monkeys in a cage.

We’ll never spend too much,
We won’t have much to spend,
We’ll have enough to ensure
The State will never end.

We’ll have a medicine
To cure our every ill,
Injections in our veins
Or take the latest pill.

If Central says, “It’s war,”
Then off to war we’ll go;
We’ll kill our enemies
Then hurry to our homes,

But never shall we fight against
Our special master bots;
We’ll never think of it:
They won’t allow such thoughts.

We’ll have no surprises,
Each day will be the same
In Sameness Utopia
Where no one has a name.

And we won’t have a devil
And we won’t have a God
And we’ll dreamless sleep
In grayish numbered pods.

And no one will be first
And no one will be last
And no one will remember
The future or the past.

You will not have a sex,
So no one will be different,
No perfumes or deodorants,
Each human with same scents.

You’ll have a proper hut
That stands right next to mine,
And you and I will mow our dirt
Saturdays, the same time.

We’ll breathe and work and rest
And never have a fear,
We’ll never hate or love,
We’ll never shed a tear.

You will not have to strive
To be the best you can:
The same awards will go
To everyone who ran.

And each of us will vote
Just as the bots direct;
We’ll have no nasty run-offs
From races neck and neck.

And no one will be sad
And no one will be glad
And no one will be good
And no one will be bad

And no one will rebel
And no one will create
And we will shuffle each day
Through the same numbered gate.

And we will work in factories
To refurbish bots;
Each noon we’ll pause to thank
The State for all we’ve got,

And we won’t talk of love
And we won’t talk of hate
And nothing will be small
And nothing will be great

And it will never snow
And it will never rain
And no one will be cold
And none will suffer pain.

You must not speak your mind–
I have to make this clear–
Or say bye to those you know,
For you will disappear.

If you hold a censored book
The bots will know at once,
And you’ll spend days in jail
For acting like a dunce.

And if you cry some night
Because your dog has died
A bot will come and stick
A needle in your side.

At the allotted time
We’ll take our exit pass
And climb the tallest tower
And jump down to the grass.

~Day Williams

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American Communists’ Anthem

American Communists’ Anthem
Orange Man Bad
Orange Man Bad
Bad Bad Bad

We are better
We are better
Better Better Better

Boo God
Boo God
Boo God
Boo Boo Boo

We will fight
We will fight
Fight fight fight

Workers unite
Workers unite
Unite Unite Unite

Vote for us
Vote for us
Us Us Us

Yay yay yay
Yay for us

Yay

~Day

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Reinstating Jerusalem, “God” language met with boos at DNC

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kX11IUjkEKs

0:37 / 1:37

DNC: A House of Boos | NBC News

My God, My God

(Psalm 22:1)
My God, My God

My God, my God,
Why are you so
Far off? Will you
Not hear my groans?

~Day Williams