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I Didn'T Go To Church Today - Poem by Ogden Nash

I didn't go to church today,
I trust the Lord to understand.
The surf was swirling blue and white,
The children swirling on the sand.
He knows, He knows how brief my stay,
How brief this spell of summer weather,
He knows when I am said and done
We'll have plenty of time together.

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Today Poems
  1. 1. I Didn'T Go To Church Today
    Ogden Nash
  2. 2. Today
    Billy Collins
  3. 3. If Jesus Was Born Today
    Steve Turner
  4. 4. Yesterday And Today Xii
    Khalil Gibran
  5. 5. The Blackbirds Are Rough Today
    Charles Bukowski
  6. 6. No Doctor's Today, Thank You
    Ogden Nash
  7. 7. If He Were Alive Today, Mayhap, Mr. Morg..
    Ogden Nash
  8. 8. Racism Today
    Steven Taylor
  9. 9. Hush'D Be The Camps Today
    Walt Whitman
  10. 10. Today Is Sunday
    Nazim Hikmet
  11. 11. Forever Is Today
    Sandra Fowler
  12. 12. Australia Today 1916
    Banjo Paterson
  13. 13. - Today -
    Ben Gieske
  14. 14. I'M Sorry For The Dead—today
    Emily Dickinson
  15. 15. Love Today
    Otteri Selvakumar
  16. 16. Today I Will Go Once Again
    Velimir Khlebnikov
  17. 17. I Came To Buy A Smile—today
    Emily Dickinson
  18. 18. ! Being Today
    Michael Shepherd
  19. 19. With Tears They Buried You Today
    Lucy Maud Montgomery
  20. 20. I Feel Like A Protesting Mood Today
    David Harris
  21. 21. Today
    Siegfried Sassoon
  22. 22. 4 Today
    Otteri Selvakumar
  23. 23. It's All I Have To Bring Today
    Emily Dickinson
  24. 24. Today We Are Writing Today You Read
    Kumarmani Mahakul
  25. 25. Today Is The Day
    David Darbyshire
  26. 26. February 21 - Whose Birthday Today?
    Michael Shepherd
  27. 27. Thought For Today
    Michael Shepherd
  28. 28. ! What A Wild Wind Today
    Michael Shepherd
  29. 29. Today A Windy Monday
    Michael Shepherd
  30. 30. A Year Ago Today
    Sarah L. Johnsen
  31. 31. My Portion Is Defeat—today
    Emily Dickinson
  32. 32. 0108 Today I Read A Poem
    Michael Shepherd
  33. 33. (dodge Dave Tale) Dodgy Dave Deserves ..
    JoJo Bean
  34. 34. I Almost Robbed A Bank Today
    Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler
  35. 35. Here Today
    Theodora (Theo) Onken
  36. 36. I Saw A Butterfly Today
    Venos Tricon
  37. 37. The Wind Didn'T Come From The Orchard—to..
    Emily Dickinson
  38. 38. Today
    Kereema McDonald
  39. 39. Days Like Today
    Faith Elizabeth Brigham
  40. 40. I Found Your Card Today
    Mary Nagy
  41. 41. A Year Ago Today
    Jeremy Williams
  42. 42. What Wrong With Our Schools Today
    Nadalia Bagratuni
  43. 43. Quilted Today
    Ben Gieske
  44. 44. Today The Braces Come Off!
    Mary Nagy
  45. 45. I Am The Youth Of Today
  46. 46. No Hug Today?
    David Darbyshire
  47. 47. (2006) Forget Today
    Deana Rode
  48. 48. I Thought It Would Rain Today
    Hugh Cobb
  49. 49. Today I Went Down
    Breyten Breytenbach
  50. 50. Charity Turns 13 Today!
    Mary Nagy

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Today Poems

  1. The Blackbirds Are Rough Today

    lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex-pug selling dailies on the corner. taken by tears like an aging chorus girl who has gotten her last check. a hanky is in order your lord your worship. the blackbirds are rough today like ingrown toenails in an overnight jail--- wine wine whine, the blackbirds run around and fly around harping about Spanish melodies and bones. and everywhere is nowhere--- the dream is as bad as flapjacks and flat tires: why do we go on with our minds and pockets full of dust like a bad boy just out of school--- you tell me, you who were a hero in some revolution you who teach children you who drink with calmness you who own large homes and walk in gardens you who have killed a man and own a beautiful wife you tell me why I am on fire like old dry garbage. we might surely have some interesting correspondence. it will keep the mailman busy. and the butterflies and ants and bridges and cemeteries the rocket-makers and dogs and garage mechanics will still go on a while until we run out of stamps and/or ideas. don't be ashamed of anything; I guess God meant it all like locks on doors.

  2. If Jesus Was Born Today

    If Jesus was born today it would be in a downtown motel marked by a helicopter's flashing bulb. A traffic warden, working late, would be the first upon the scene. Later, at the expense of a TV network, an eminent sociologist, the host of a chat show and a controversial author would arrive with their good wishes -the whole occasion to be filmed as part of the 'Is This The Son Of God?' one hour special. Childhood would be a blur of photographs and speculation dwindling by his late teens into 'Where Is He Now?' features in Sunday magazines. If Jesus was thirty today they wouldn't really care about the public ministry, they'd be too busy investigating His finances and trying to prove He had Church or Mafia connections. The miracles would be explained by an eminent and controversial magician, His claims to be God's Son recognised as excellent examples of Spoken English and immediately incorporated into the O-Level syllabus, His sinless perfection considered by moral philosophers as, OK, but a bit repressive. If Jesus was thirty-one today He'd be the fly in everyone's ointment- the sort of controversial person who stands no chance of eminence. Communists would expel Him, capitalists would exploit Him or have Him smeared by people who know a thing or two about God. Doctors would accuse Him of quackery, soldiers would accuse Him of cowardice, theologians would take Him aside and try to persuade Him of His non-existence. If Jesus was thirty-two today we'd have to end it all. Heretic, fundamentalist, literalist, puritan, pacifist, non-conformist, we'd take Him away and quietly end the argument. But the argument would rumble in the ground at the end of three days and would break out and walk around as though death was some bug, saying 'I am the resurrection and the life... No man cometh to the Father but by me'. While the magicians researched new explanations and the semanticists wondered exactly what He meant by 'I' and 'No man' there would be those who stand around amused, asking for something called proof.

  3. Today

    If ever there were a spring day so perfect, so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

  4. Yesterday And Today Xii

    The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as a vulture hovers over a carcass, until he reached a beautiful lake surrounded by magnificent marble statuary. He sat there pondering the water which poured from the mouths of the statues like thoughts flowing freely from a lover's imagination, and contemplating heavily his palace which stood upon a knoll like a birth-mark upon the cheek of a maiden. His fancy revealed to him the pages of his life's drama which he read with falling tears that veiled his eyes and prevented him from viewing man's feeble additions to Nature. He looked back with piercing regret to the images of his early life, woven into pattern by the gods, until he could no longer control his anguish. He said aloud, "Yesterday I was grazing my sheep in the green valley, enjoying my existence, sounding my flute, and holding my head high. Today I am a prisoner of greed. Gold leads into gold, then into restlessness and finally into crushing misery. "Yesterday I was like a singing bird, soaring freely here and there in the fields. Today I am a slave to fickle wealth, society's rules, and city's customs, and purchased friends, pleasing the people by conforming to the strange and narrow laws of man. I was born to be free and enjoy the bounty of life, but I find myself like a beast of burden so heavily laden with gold that his back is breaking. "Where are the spacious plains, the singing brooks, the pure breeze, the closeness of Nature? Where is my deity? I have lost all! Naught remains save loneliness that saddens me, gold that ridicules me, slaves who curse to my back, and a palace that I have erected as a tomb for my happiness, and in whose greatness I have lost my heart. "Yesterday I roamed the prairies and the hills together with the Bedouin's daughter; Virtue was our companion, Love our delight, and the moon our guardian. Today I am among women with shallow beauty who sell themselves for gold and diamonds. "Yesterday I was carefree, sharing with the shepherds all the joy of life; eating, playing, working, singing, and dancing together to the music of the heart's truth. Today I find myself among the people like a frightened lamb among the wolves. As I walk in the roads, they gaze at me with hateful eyes and point at me with scorn and jealousy, and as I steal through the park I see frowning faces all about me. "Yesterday I was rich in happiness and today I am poor in gold. "Yesterday I was a happy shepherd looking upon his head as a merciful king looks with pleasure upon his contented subjects. Today I am a slave standing before my wealth, my wealth which robbed me of the beauty of life I once knew. "Forgive me, my Judge! I did not know that riches would put my life in fragments and lead me into the dungeons of harshness and stupidity. What I thought was glory is naught but an eternal inferno." He gathered himself wearily and walked slowly toward the palace, sighing and repeating, "Is this what people call wealth? Is this the god I am serving and worshipping? Is this what I seek of the earth? Why can I not trade it for one particle of contentment? Who would sell me one beautiful thought for a ton of gold? Who would give me one moment of love for a handful of gems? Who would grant me an eye that can see others' hearts, and take all my coffers in barter?" As he reached the palace gates he turned and looked toward the city as Jeremiah gazed toward Jerusalem. He raised his arms in woeful lament and shouted, "Oh people of the noisome city, who are living in darkness, hastening toward misery, preaching falsehood, and speaking with stupidity...until when shall you remain ignorant? Unit when shall you abide in the filth of life and continue to desert its gardens? Why wear you tattered robes of narrowness while the silk raiment of Nature's beauty is fashioned for you? The lamp of wisdom is dimming; it is time to furnish it with oil. The house of true fortune is being destroyed; it is time to rebuild it and guard it. The thieves of ignorance have stolen the treasure of your peace; it is time to retake it!" At that moment a poor man stood before him and stretched forth his hand for alms. As he looked at the beggar, his lips parted, his eyes brightened with a softness, and his face radiated kindness. It was as if the yesterday he had lamented by the lake had come to greet him. He embraced the pauper with affection and filled his hands with gold, and with a voice sincere with the sweetness of love he said, "Come back tomorrow and bring with you your fellow sufferers. All your possessions will be restored." He entered his palace saying, "Everything in life is good; even gold, for it teaches a lesson. Money is like a stringed instrument; he who does not know how to use it properly will hear only discordant music. Money is like love; it kills slowly and painfully the one who withholds it, and it enlivens the other who turns it upon his fellow man."

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