<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34873681</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:24:56.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idol Poet</title><subtitle type='html'>Another blog from Jon Trott. His main blog, &lt;a href="bluechristian.blogspot.com"&gt;Blue Christian on a Red Background&lt;/a&gt;, spun off the poetry and lyrical stuff to this one. Why? Because nobody likes poetry, especially bad poetry. The name "The Idol Poet" is inspired by Soren Kierkegaard's comment, "Poetry is idolatry refined." I think that is both true and very funny.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34873681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolpoet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jon Trott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269111052515857956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xw6NtDrAHgQ/SOvNGgaXaYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UjISxd1yLoU/S220/jon-lbcm-sign1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34873681.post-116284168012795953</id><published>2006-11-06T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T11:35:31.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tree and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Tree and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(c) 2006 Jon Trott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whispered to the tree&lt;br /&gt;The tears inside me that could not fall&lt;br /&gt;I clung to its rough bark&lt;br /&gt;Trunk scratched my lips against it bleeding…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke pain to yellow leaf&lt;br /&gt;Sounds that only broken hearts can hear&lt;br /&gt;Suffering so near silently&lt;br /&gt;Hope yellow flutters down the dirt so near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whispered to the tree&lt;br /&gt;Its roots in life beneath the hard gray ground&lt;br /&gt;Its answer was to be -&lt;br /&gt;In silence hard but than words more true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suffered as I clung&lt;br /&gt;Dark branches hanging shadow-kissed me&lt;br /&gt;I know there is a God&lt;br /&gt;Because of suffering and this graceful tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/the+tree+and+me" rel="tag"&gt;the tree and me&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/jon+trott" rel="tag"&gt;jon trott&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34873681-116284168012795953?l=idolpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/116284168012795953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34873681&amp;postID=116284168012795953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34873681/posts/default/116284168012795953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34873681/posts/default/116284168012795953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolpoet.blogspot.com/2006/11/tree-and-me.html' title='The Tree and Me'/><author><name>Jon Trott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269111052515857956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xw6NtDrAHgQ/SOvNGgaXaYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UjISxd1yLoU/S220/jon-lbcm-sign1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34873681.post-116284006683265097</id><published>2006-11-06T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T11:07:46.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Adoration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(c) 2006 Jon Trott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is true if anything is.&lt;br /&gt;God is love if love exists.&lt;br /&gt;God is faithful or none are.&lt;br /&gt;God is God, so sing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoration&lt;br /&gt;My hand outstretches to You&lt;br /&gt;Adoration&lt;br /&gt;My heart outstretches to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is right if anyone is.&lt;br /&gt;God is pure as clear fresh rain&lt;br /&gt;God is power and might.&lt;br /&gt;God is mercy, sing again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoration&lt;br /&gt;My mind outstretches to You&lt;br /&gt;Adoration&lt;br /&gt;My lips cry out for more of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is strong or we will die.&lt;br /&gt;God is kind or no kindness comes.&lt;br /&gt;God is patient or we will burn.&lt;br /&gt;God is gentle in His Lamb and Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoration&lt;br /&gt;My soul opens up to You&lt;br /&gt;Adoration&lt;br /&gt;My mouth cries “Abba!” to You&lt;br /&gt;Adoration&lt;br /&gt;I surrender all to You.&lt;br /&gt;I surrender all to You.&lt;br /&gt;Adoration&lt;br /&gt;Adoration (Triune)&lt;br /&gt;Adoration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/worship+lyric" rel="tag"&gt;worship lyric&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/praise+music" rel="tag"&gt;praise music&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/worship+music" rel="tag"&gt;worship music&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/worship+praise" rel="tag"&gt;worship praise&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/adoration" rel="tag"&gt;adoration&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/jon+trott" rel="tag"&gt;jon trott&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34873681-116284006683265097?l=idolpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/116284006683265097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34873681&amp;postID=116284006683265097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34873681/posts/default/116284006683265097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34873681/posts/default/116284006683265097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolpoet.blogspot.com/2006/11/adoration.html' title='Adoration'/><author><name>Jon Trott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269111052515857956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xw6NtDrAHgQ/SOvNGgaXaYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UjISxd1yLoU/S220/jon-lbcm-sign1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34873681.post-116146200788412449</id><published>2006-10-21T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T13:23:09.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Learning (to Love)</title><content type='html'>I'm the man of perfect phrases&lt;br /&gt;Wise words for each occasion&lt;br /&gt;When we're out with friends and lovers&lt;br /&gt;I'm the heart of conversation&lt;br /&gt;But when we're home and lights are low&lt;br /&gt;My words cannot deceive her&lt;br /&gt;Tongue impatient and unkind&lt;br /&gt;Is all she will remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still learning, still yearning&lt;br /&gt;I'm still learning to love&lt;br /&gt;Still burning, still yearning&lt;br /&gt;I'm still learning to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flex my antinomian mind&lt;br /&gt;Provoke the legalistic&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to loving her&lt;br /&gt;I'm just plain sadistic&lt;br /&gt;I wave Jesus' name around&lt;br /&gt;Claim I believe the Scripture&lt;br /&gt;But faith is more than words&lt;br /&gt;Seems sin is all I give her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still learning, still yearning&lt;br /&gt;I'm still learning to love&lt;br /&gt;Still burning, still yearning&lt;br /&gt;I'm still learning to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make us like a celtic knot&lt;br /&gt;Where one line twines another&lt;br /&gt;The circle turns and turns&lt;br /&gt;None higher than their brother&lt;br /&gt;In this two twined with You&lt;br /&gt;I pray You give me sight&lt;br /&gt;I know that love demands my all&lt;br /&gt;And yet I fail to do what's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still learning, still yearning&lt;br /&gt;I'm still learning to love&lt;br /&gt;Still burning, still yearning&lt;br /&gt;I'm still learning to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up all my right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;Sick of self I cling to You&lt;br /&gt;The darkness of the inner eye&lt;br /&gt;Not dark enough to hide You&lt;br /&gt;Through You I begin to love&lt;br /&gt;Gentle, kind, and patient sift&lt;br /&gt;Her sad face wears a smile now&lt;br /&gt;Christ through these hands her gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ through this heart her gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/lyric" rel="tag"&gt;lyric&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/poetry" rel="tag"&gt;poetry&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/poem" rel="tag"&gt;poem&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/still+learning+to+love" rel="tag"&gt;still learning to love&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Jon+Trott" rel="tag"&gt;Jon Trott&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34873681-116146200788412449?l=idolpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/116146200788412449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34873681&amp;postID=116146200788412449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34873681/posts/default/116146200788412449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34873681/posts/default/116146200788412449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolpoet.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-still-learning-to-love.html' title='I&apos;m Still Learning (to Love)'/><author><name>Jon Trott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269111052515857956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xw6NtDrAHgQ/SOvNGgaXaYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UjISxd1yLoU/S220/jon-lbcm-sign1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34873681.post-115896091284109832</id><published>2006-09-22T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T14:39:21.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Went Away</title><content type='html'>Hokay, if you wonder what this is all about, I've begun posting my lyrical and poetic moments here instead of my default blog, &lt;a href="http://bluechristian.blogspot.com"&gt;Blue Christian (on a Red Background).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the title Idol Poet for the blog is inspired by Soren Kierkegaard's comment, "Poetry is idolatry refined." Like the above blog intro sez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my first poetic (actually more like lyrical) entry here. You explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She Went Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cursed him for his loving her&lt;br /&gt;She abhorred him for his faith&lt;br /&gt;She denied his every gentle kiss&lt;br /&gt;Chaotic heart a haunted wraith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wept and begged her to stay&lt;br /&gt;But there was nothing he could say&lt;br /&gt;She went away&lt;br /&gt;She went away&lt;br /&gt;She went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went out into the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Where her lovers promised red desire&lt;br /&gt;She fell down into the loneliness&lt;br /&gt;The commercial wink of lust for hire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wept and begged her to stay&lt;br /&gt;But there was nothing he could say&lt;br /&gt;She went away&lt;br /&gt;She went away&lt;br /&gt;She went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two small children raising up their arms&lt;br /&gt;Two tiny voices weeping in alarm&lt;br /&gt;Mommy won’t you stay&lt;br /&gt;Please mommy please don’t go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went today&lt;br /&gt;She went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noise of life drowns out truth&lt;br /&gt;The chaos lovers’ desperate dance&lt;br /&gt;She’s in the arms of her or him or them&lt;br /&gt;Making love to time plus chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin’s secret is the saddest one&lt;br /&gt;Scratch hard but never reach that itch&lt;br /&gt;She’s left them all their suffering&lt;br /&gt;But love remains to make the final pitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wept and begged her to stay&lt;br /&gt;But there was nothing he could say&lt;br /&gt;She went away&lt;br /&gt;She went away&lt;br /&gt;She went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/she+went+away" rel="tag"&gt;she went away&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/jon+trott%27s+lyrics" rel="tag"&gt;jon trott's lyrics&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/jon+trott%27s+poetry" rel="tag"&gt;jon trott's poetry&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/jon+trott+poetry" rel="tag"&gt;jon trott poetry&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/blue+christian" rel="tag"&gt;blue christian&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/blue+christian+on+a+red+background" rel="tag"&gt;blue christian on a red background&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/cornerstone+magazine" rel="tag"&gt;cornerstone magazine&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/jpusa" rel="tag"&gt;jpusa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/jesus+people+usa" rel="tag"&gt;jesus people usa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34873681-115896091284109832?l=idolpoet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/115896091284109832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34873681&amp;postID=115896091284109832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34873681/posts/default/115896091284109832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34873681/posts/default/115896091284109832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolpoet.blogspot.com/2006/09/she-went-away.html' title='She Went Away'/><author><name>Jon Trott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05269111052515857956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xw6NtDrAHgQ/SOvNGgaXaYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UjISxd1yLoU/S220/jon-lbcm-sign1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
