Category: Poem
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Psalm 37
I’m not one for revenge It’s something the Bible warns against I imagine it’s like a poison worse than bitterness History’s shown what happens – when people try to get even Making lists and shaking fists only leads to a hellish existence But I’ve got to admit I think like the Psalmist I’m just being…
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My Ideas
I have a lot of nice ideas Running a marathon this fall Moving to a condo on the beach Decorating it with stuff from Ikea Getting another dog and running with two! – off leash Starting a new job Maybe having a baby When I sit and reflect I realize it’s all suspect I’m a…
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Weed Whacking
Now I know how the hairdresser must feel Chopping the excess really has its appeal It was on my list of adult things to master Like doing taxes and reading faster I told my husband I didn’t know how He simply told me, “Ya just do it” So I did. And wow! He told me…
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No Idols
I asked her if she was suicidal, homicidal She told me she didn’t have any idols She’d been living in a state of survival She said, “I was raised on the Bible” “Everyone tells me I’m entitled” “I don’t want kids”“Sometimes I wonder if this is it” I’m not a therapist But all she told…
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Life with Friends
We’ve known each other 13 years There’s been a million places between A start at the zoo, a launch pad It highlighted a connection we didn’t know we had Not one for religion, you’d say I kept all my preaching at bay Life is unfolding in an unusual but pleasant way I’m reading a novel…
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Little Birds
Jesus said to look at the birds So I do In my front yard garden They’re unperturbed Two little black ones descended on the cement I admired their feathers of shiny purple and emerald – what embellishment! They pecked away at a piece of Milkbone my dog left behind They divided it among their beaks…
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Library Search
The last few novels I’ve read (well, almost finished) to the trending TV shows Have left me with a feeling of dread and in the throes None of the characters have conviction It’s so painful to observe, to watch I’m left in a state of suspension As I close the book and turn the TV…
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Pulpit Mics
Do you remember when that pastor came through That graying, thin man looked at me and you Our lead pastor thought he deserved the microphone I guess because it was his own pastor from back home We were in our late teens then Late bloomers We clung to our dads Remember all the fun we…
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