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date submitted 22.05.2011
date updated 28.02.2013
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Meditative Musings

James Revoir

Musings about Faith and Life


This is a personal collection of poetry, borne out of twenty years of life experience.

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On a whim, I buy a vintage CD
of Loverboy’s greatest hits.
Skipping to number 2,
I turn up “Working For The Weekend”,
and I am magically transported
twenty years back in time
to a cold dark, winter dawn in 1982.

The world is yet fast asleep,
stealing a few final precious winks of slumber
before the looming wake-up call
of the bright and cheery morning sun.
Counting to three,
I violently throw off
the electrically-warmed cocoon
and frantically search and scramble
for my terry-cloth bathroom and fuzzy slippers,
as my irritated body is suddenly confronted
with the shock of sudden cold,
like a cooler of ice dumped down my back.

It is Friday.
I’ve waited two weeks for this moment.
(I had chickened out the week before!)
I slowly and surreptitiously
creep up the edge of the stairs
from my bedroom in the basement,
skipping the notoriously noisy ones-
not wanting to give one big-mouthed step
the satisfaction of tattling on me
as they have done so many times before.
Stinkin’ narcs!

I pick up the receiver
of the big white wall phone,
and my index finger slowly spins
the whirring and retracting rotary dial,
one number at a time.
Stretching the thick, white curly cord
around the corner,
and closing the door the best I can,
I take refuge in the makeshift,
soundproof sound booth
of the tiny half-bath,
put down the lid,
and sit uncomfortably
on the hard plastic toilet seat.

A voice answers, “WTAC”;
not just the voice of a receptionist,
but that voice-
that DJ’s voice that I’ve heard
a million times on the radio!
And now, that very same voice
is talking to me!
“What’s your name?” he inquires.
“Jim Revoir.”
“What’re you gonna sing?”
“Um, ‘Workin’ For The Weekend’, “ I stammer nervously.
“Be just a minute. I’ll tell you when to start.”

After several interminable moments,
He finally tells me I’m on the air.
Adrenaline instantly springs into action,
seizing my emotions like a internal coup d’etat
and overthrowing control of my mind.
Regrouping, my faculties manage
to stave off the attack
and courageously fight back-
albeit with a trembling voice
and sweaty hands and armpits.

Three cowbells clink and a synthesized
“Daa daa daa, dadadadadadada,
Daa daa daa, dadadadadadada”
opens the song in stereo deep within my brain;
and to my own amazement,
I find myself singing the entire song
in perfect harmony with lead singer Mike Reno
in the theater of my mind;
but only a torturous, pubescent,
screaming, wail is heard
by an invisible but nevertheless
real radio listening audience.

Feeling rather proud of myself
for having accomplished
what most would dare not attempt,
my warm, fuzzy feeling quickly turns icy cold
as I step out of the bathroom
to hang up the phone
and nearly run smack dab right into my mother,
who, having been awakened all the way
at the other end of the house,
has been furtively eavesdropping all along
just outside the bathroom door.

No words are ever exchanged,
but the image of her crossed arms
and puzzled expression
is forever burned like a brand
into the walls of my mind;
and I shutter and cringe each time
that humiliating moment
is called to my remembrance.

Wandering through the crowded halls
of Grand Blanc High School that day,
I am both painfully and delightfully made aware
of how many people
had actually heard my crooning,
as I am met with secret whispers,
strangers’ grins, and knowing looks.
King for a day,
I bask in the glory
of my fifteen minutes of fame:
By the following Monday,
I know that I will be swept back out to sea
like a washed up squid reclaimed by the tide,
to once again take my rightful place
among the countless, faceless masses.



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alphamomma wrote 513 days ago

I am finally publishing my book of poems. I took your advice about the arrangement. I would like to include your comments in the front of the book along with the other "reviews."

“As your name means "like Christ" so your poetry beautifully reflects your passion and intimacy with Him.” James Revoir

If I have your approval, please leave a permission message on my Facebook page - Christine Gail Garcia.

Thank you.

Peter B wrote 528 days ago

Yeah, we all wanted to marry Audrey! Super collection of musings, that is a good assessment. This is not just one afternoons jotting down notes speculating on so many different topics and aspects of who knows what's to come next. Nice job buddy Jim. Peter B.

evermoore wrote 564 days ago

Such such a gift you've shared. From the first...Grampa's Hands...the descriptive way you spoke of his life, comparing it to the rings of a he used that axe making you bring up Adam in the Garden...and his comment...ohhhhhhhhh, James...I laughed. I knew your poetry would be a delight to read and I was right.

God bless...Linda
Children Walking With Jesus

patio wrote 576 days ago

Gloomy Gladness read like a song
I love poems, hence I love this book

patio wrote 658 days ago

You done a good story on Hitler

Cara Gold wrote 667 days ago

{Meditative Musings} – James Revoir
I read the first five of your musings; ‘Blackberries’, ‘Grampa’s Hands’, ‘Hitler’, ‘Mouses and Houses’ and ‘Rush Hour.’
What a lovely collection you have here! In these five short chapters, you have already shown such diversity and given me a great deal of enjoyment.

I like ‘Blackberries’ for the way you explore the relationship between mother and child. The last three lines truly touched me ‘There is mother and child and no one else/And the quiet sanctuary of their home/Is their entire universe.’ Mother/child relationships are something I like to explore too in my writing, so this really touched me!

‘Grampa’s Hands’ was very different, more personal because of the use of the first person. It made me pause for a moment and think – nice shift from the Adam in the ‘Garden of Eden’ and the old man, Adam Smith. Interesting… this made me think…

‘Hitler’ – your writing is powerful here, to capture the brutal nature of what Hitler did. The link to devil and fallen angels is very strong.

‘Mouses and Houses’ – such a light contrast from the previous chapter! Enjoyable with its comic undercurrents :)

‘Rush Hour’ – lots of terrific images to capture the feeling, indeed, of rush hour. The very structuring of the poem itself is ‘loose’ and rolls fluidly along, keeping the reading pace fast, and making us feel like we’re caught in the rush.

Thank you so much for sharing these, they are delightful to read and I hope to come back soon! Thank you also for your lovely comment on ‘Dawn of Destruction’, it means a lot to me that you like my writing :)

hadley wrote 710 days ago

Hi James I am finally making my way down my very large list of books to read and I have found yours to be quite delightful. Whether you are describing situations from high school, watching the News or going off to summer camp you obviously have a very poetic way of expressing your thoughts. I love how in the last chapter you sum it all up as being a choice as to how one decides to think feel etc no matter what life throws at you. God is still in control and we just need to trust. Thank you for your honesty and biblical creativity. This would be a great daily devotioinal and benefit many. Nice job, high stars and watch list,
Mary ann
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JamesRevoir wrote 890 days ago

Hello Bridget:

Thank you for your kind comments and for backing Meditative Musings.

Bless you!


I enjoyed reading your poems. I think you are a great poet.

Bridget Sherman wrote 890 days ago

I enjoyed reading your poems. I think you are a great poet.

John Page wrote 952 days ago

Beautiful poetry...meditative indeed. Clearly your life is one of wonder, musing, and reflection, and humor. Best wishes.