Wednesday, April 03, 2013

Don't Wait Too Long

Don't Wait Too Long
By: R. A. Slater

My finger hovers over the mouse
I hesitate and think
What will the reaction be
To the question I am sending
Will he laugh and say no?
Maybe he will send a 'yes' instead?
What if he doesn't reply at all?
The longer I wait
The more I hesitate
Out of fear of the unknown
But if I don't hit send
I will never know

Tuesday, April 02, 2013


By: R. A. Slater

One day I took a good hard look
At the Law they called the Word
And could not comprehend the stark shadings
Of absolute light and absolute dark
There was no warmth of love here
Only the harshness of fire and cold
Because it is just chapter in a book
And does not tell the all
Of the depth of His creation
The spectrum of His character
The deeds that He had done
One cannot look at the Law
Without looking at the Love
Sprinkled in the moments in-between

Like a jealous lover
Coveting our attention
His temper He sometimes lost
But remembering Himself
He draws close to us
Our hearts to woo
As He asks for our forgiveness
How can we say no to that?
Forgive as we’ve been forgiven
Love as we’ve been loved
Fully and passionately without reserve
Risking it all for a capricious one like us
There is no black and white in this place
Nor flitting shades of grey
For here the full spectrum resides
In the hearts of Men
Not in the pages of a book

pic by r.a.slater

Monday, April 01, 2013

Fresh Meat

Usually I just let my poetry speak on its own, I figure it's usually pretty straight forward.  But since today is the start of the April Poem A Day challenge at the Writer's Digest poetry blog Poetic Asides I thought I'd just give readers a heads up.  :)

Fresh Meat
By: R. A. Slater

Here she is
Bright and shiny
Waltzing into our world
Effervescent bubbles
Tickling our noses
As we watch her with our beady eyes
We flex our claws
As we snarl and growl
This is our space
Who is she to think she belongs?
With halo’s sparkling in the night
We tear her apart
Our mouths biting deep
Not caring about truth
Our claws scratch and dig
Not caring if we maim
Blood we must draw
Pain we must taste
For that is the source of our power