Category: poetry
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My Wife Is Cooking Hot
My wife is cooking hot, a chef’s delight, a beautiful spicy confection, that nourishes me with her love every day. – I am a lousy cook, who can only follow the recipe, and improvise a dish when it comes from the oven of my heart. – So I write a poem, so she can eat…
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A bird flew out of my mouth.
“A bird flew out of my mouth”, my wife said, when I busped (half burp/half sigh), an exaltation of larks, a pause, stop, dash; a murder of crows, (probably chihuahan raven, the way my dog barked at me and questioned mark her body, maybe reading herself in the onomatopoeia of unknown syllables); a dole of…
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Death is like no movie I have ever seen: the commercials
The movie of my death has not been made but it will suck, get O stars, a thumbs down, the bad final review no one will ever see or care about, not because the life wasn’t glorious- it was- but because death robs life of glory and action, and movies are called motion pictures for…
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God Reads The NY Times and Comments
“ A preacher who doesn’t believe in God”, The NY Times headline proclaimed. – God read it, laughed and commented, “I knew that. What the Times doesn’t know – is that half of Catholic priest do it for the boys,” he said, blaspheming the church but not himself. – God turned the page looking for…
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No Good God Knows No
God is wise enough to know that there is no god. – At least in the idea of it, it seems good, even grand. – He gives extra credit for the man who thought that up, – knowing that his heart knew loss, and also knew HIM once, – seeing loss as forever negation and…
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The Donkey Braying in the Manger of the Lord or How the Jerusalem Donkey Got Its Mark
I am a prideful, stubborn, stiff-necked beast unbroken, redeemed by lamb sacrifice, who took the lash three times yet stayed unmoved, seeing the sin before the sinner until Balaam could confess to the Lord’s Angel blocking his path in that narrowing space. – Thirty-five years yon I will bear you to beyond the wide gates…
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And the 2019 Best Picture Oscar Goes to…
Wakanda it wonderful that this year a black panther, a blackKklansman, a black concert pianist, a Mexican maid, Dick Cheney and H.R.M. Anne can all be in the same car driven by a racist Italian chauffeur as they go to a Queen concert using the Green Book, as map and GPS, and toss KFC bones,…
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Census of the Living and the Dead
Census of the Living and the Dead The sum total of all human existence is 108.2 billion: 100.8 billion dead. – Subtract existence from death and we are the small living, sometimes believing rest. – War dead from 150 million to 1 billion: in active conflicts that kill over 1,000. – Subtract the casualties from…
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Ice
Ice – The ice in the gully flowed over the leafs boundaries – as clear and as unconfined as light and the water it always was, – a lick for a thirsty dear if not miles away, – ice almost alone melting naturally in the sun, – until a man waking his dog on a…
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The Butterfly Effect
The Butterfly Effect – The last Monarch Will still Flap its wings Aware of the Miracle Of the butterfly effect- – Knowing that The Greatest Sentence And worst sentence Is “I am.”
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Body Language
Body Language I can remember All the times My mother Watched me Silently, Listening, Her feet Pointed Towards me – And all The times My father Impatiently Shifted Them Away from My sight. – How She Posed Her Neck To My Full sight – A pose Of love Visible Only To Her Lonely, Hurting Little…
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The Only Needed Wall
The Only Needed Wall The wall of my soul, rebuilt brick by brick and without a gap holds against the five assaults of idleness that falsely claims me for its kingdom. You strengthen me, Lord. Sin slips into hopelessness and the great project is completed.
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Ode to Revelation 8
Ode to Revelation 8: Another angel broke the calm of the seventh seal’s opening Bringing a censer mixed with incense and every Godly prayer The smoke drifting up a pleasing aroma to the Lord Once spent filled with a rumbling, flashing, quaking Fire hurled on the earth. – The first trumpet brought hail and fire…
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The Lord’s Palace Is Us
The Lord’s Palace Is Us The Lord establishes a palace in the hearts of those he loves. – He delivers victory into the hands of those who earnestly entreat him. – The flood that breaks out drowns the idols of the heart. – The top of poplars echo the command of the Lord And sin…
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How Jesus Wants You to Love
How Jesus Wants You to Love Love one another as if angels were in your midst. – Love what you have knowing Jesus loves all – and provides for all, even forgiving the mind’s – struggle to understand the bottomless unchanging – equality of his love and grace– A grace that strengthens – us in…
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New Bethany
New Bethany Be sworn and baptized by John on the Jordan, Jesus’ ministry Embarked, unsaintly leper Only to the Roman mean The fig tree cursed, fanes Now scourged to Na Holy oil anointing feet of a Sinless new Birth. A gift of a lady now devout Once possessed by the worst New start for a…
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Leaving Florida
The first sign of change was a house redo— Wood floors laid, countertops set, kitchen new, The first echo of Florida adieu To Tennessee Mountains that called me true. – My heart died in the heat of that summer In an oppressive puddle dried away That made bad water for a rat’s slumber And parched…
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Our Very Good Year 2002
Our Very Good Year 2002 Disney was still our home and vacation, Still a shining castle in our new life, Until the work became aggravation And forced us to refocus all our pride. – Shakespeare was a dog enjoying the sun, Catching its warm rays on the landing steps Waiting for us to return and…
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Our 18 Day Post 9/11 Marriage
Our 18 Day Post 9/11 Marriage In a world crumbling in fear of towers We started our brand new life together. In a D. C. rich of men of powers We started our brand new life forever. – While the people walked with ash in their lungs And a holocaust of five thousand dead, Couples…
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Our Seven Year Sonnet
Seven years married yet eight sonnets come In this strange arithmetic God gives more Than the eight minus one in man’s kingdom. Seven heaven is plus more in His Swore. – It is not necessary to believe in me And me to believe in you true and just, But if we are to really truly…
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The Serpent in the Manger Straw
The Serpent in the Manger Straw I spit on thee Oh Son of God and Man who tries to wash clean my dark throne. – I caused man to fall, with the bite of a simple fruit, the core decaying every soul. – Think You can save them from ME? – The world was…
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Sonnet For My Two Good Little Boys Passed On
Marvin was a scruffy ball of black puff With two beady eyes that cried out for love. Even when he bit, he wasn’t that rough All he wanted was to play and be shoved. – Shakey and he would play for hours all day For months two frenzied puppies on a crush Until Shakey grew…
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The New Flood: A Poem
Only snakes never cry when the old skin dies and falls away So cry, cry until the pain, the anger and all the misery is shed In the baptism— – Cry until there is nothing left but hope and love, Because they are anchored in the heart and soul And thus beyond the flood. –…
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The Gift: A Poem
THE GIFT On the last day before the flight I kissed you softly, Made love to you gently. – The whole world seemed Such a fragile thing And I didn’t want it to break. – The air was crystal, the earth clay My heart was Diamonds and dust. – On the Sunday of the flight …
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Father’s Day: A Poem
Birthdays are the only holidays where everyone celebrates the one thing that your mother got right and your father half right. Fathers spend the rest of their days trying to catch up with that perfection mothers achieved on the day of your birth. They manage to get it sort of perfect towards the last quarter…
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Moms Save: A Poem
When Jesus won’t Moms save. When Jesus won’t Moms forgive. When Jesus won’t Moms will walk through hell For their children. When you make It to heaven, Don’t thank Jesus, Thank your mom.
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Unbearable Pains: A Prose Poem
Anesthesiologists and neurologists acknowledge five kinds of unbearable pains: Trigeminal neuralgia is the facial pain that comes with toothaches, The accumulated trauma of grinding on lost hopes turned to bone, The horror of a bullet in the eye, An unremovable moat floating beyond the grasp of forceps and forgiveness, The tingle of skin at the…