Category: Poem
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The Skeptic’s Show
Last night we finished watching the show I’d love to talk to the writer After seven episodes, there was a lot to think about Still so much I don’t know Vampires and Bible verses Overzealous do-gooders and skeptics A town was left in the end with empty purses It was so hectic Reminiscent of Jonestown…
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Morning Time
I woke up naturally at 4:18 This time I wasn’t in the middle of a dream It was time to start the day Just 2 hours and 42 minutes were in my way (of work) I read a Proverb (chapter 30 on the 30th) Also, a little snippet on breastfeeding I wish I’d had more…
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Distant Bridges
I don’t believe the meteorologists They’re just like those who speak generosity for all but then close their fists What is supposed to be expected doesn’t come to fruition I think I’m better off relying on my own intuition Bridges are prettiest when you cross them Not at a distance It’s one thing I’ve learned …
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Lost Inspiration
I told her about how I’ve seemed to have lost my inspiration She breathed in shallowly, through her oxygen tubing She said, “Nah, I know what you’re doing Thinking about the future, planning your next move Trying to master all the things you need to prove” She paused between each word to catch her breath …
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The Humming of the Lawnmower
I wonder what he’s thinking as he pushes the lawnmower Now that he’s 76 and life finally moves a little slower He’s sage enough to wear those big puffy earmuffs Along with a hat And depending on the day, sunscreen All his life he’s avoided handcuffs (at least to my knowledge) The setting is apt …
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Heavenly Things
The Bible doesn’t say too much about heaven But people like to talk a lot about going there This earthly life is often spent just gettin’ Gettin’ by or gettin’ yours But I think there’s more that we’re here for And what if the point was never to just to go heaven? What if the…
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When the Muse Descends
She yawned and said she’d been up late She said, “Writing something for fun, I just needed time to think” She was late 30s, like me But a bachelorette (I’m married) The two of us, colleagues She came down from the Eastern Shore Or up from Carolina She simply told me, “Either way, the monotony…
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Passing Life
It’s a cumulus cloud passing A sirrus cloud asking To be looked at To be discovered It’s a cookie jar waiting to be uncovered It happens when you’re at the edge of a cliff and you’re outnumbered It happens when you’re exhausted and you’re in flip flops When it’s pouring down and you didn’t expect…
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The Death Horse
His picture was the first that showed On that obituary page I thought how strange – that he glowed He sat on a wooden rocking horse It was too small, of course His smile was wide And he waved as he went for a ride Six months had passed since I saw him last It…
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The Image of God
He looked a little like Santa Clause And I pondered how the Bible says people are made in the image of God The small hole of his mouth moved incessantly Nestled deep within that thick snow white beard As he interrupted everyone In that living room we exchanged superficial pleasantries It was worse than I…
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