Category: Poem
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Beach Bliss
The beach is magical It’s where I go for sabbatical About three times a week It’s where I go to pray – or to just be Sometimes I don’t even speak I just walk With my Golden retriever When I tell him we’re going, he’s always eager I watched him today as he floated along…
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Thanksgiving 2025
There’s not much to talk about at the table My husband and I host now instead of my aunt We don’t have cable I sent her an invitation but I’m not sure if she could read the font I dream about my mom’s idiosyncrasies All the little things that have a tendency to embarrass me …
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Jesus in the Boat
The whole world is anxious Jittering, sleepless, in a panicked fright We’re all shivering, up all night Everyone’s walking a tight rope We’re lying, cheating, stealing, killing Trying to find a way to cope My own sin is too great I crumble thinking about my own fate There’s a rainstorm of taxes, emails, and faxes …
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My Friend on the Sidelines
I saw you at just a glimpse, as I sped by You were standing there with your wife on the sideline You reminded me of a beaver With two big white teeth against tan skin And you looked thin You would have laughed at that back then But I kept it to myself this time…
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Thanksgiving vs Spending
Thanksgiving can’t even have its time The Black Friday ads rush in and sound like wind chimes You need more things Don’t you know that happiness is in buying? A $100,000 Lexus or some minute crap from a craft store Shoes! Vintage clothes, toys galore! Or what about a mattress A fake cactus? Really, anything…
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Reading Revelation
I had a revelation last night while reading (in the tub) I don’t have to read anything Neither do you You won’t start bleeding Your brain won’t turn into a nub Be free to use the newspaper for scooping up pet waste Leave books on the shelf if they don’t suit your taste Emails? Delete…
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My Hypocrisy
There’s a plank in my eye But I’d rather talk about the sawdust in yours For each of your ailments, I know all the cures I’m a Pharisee, a wolf, in disguise There’s all kinds of places I can hide: Behind a white coat, behind you in the checkout line, even on the internet I’m…
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Gazelle Time
The weeks are gazelles I don’t know what they’re running from It’s already Monday again A new week has just begun A resident on the other side of the neighborhood told me it’s been 2 ½ months since his dog got sick He said it’d been that long since he petted another I was deeply…
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God’s Gifts
It’s not even Christmas But I look around at all these gifts I used to think I was just hanging on to the edge of a cliff But I’ve realized it’s about perspective And maybe I spent too many years as a sort-of lackadaisical detective Your hands have always been open Even the littlest birds…
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Depression, Paint, & Actors
Linda was telling me about her depression I asked, “Are you feeling down, depressed, or hopeless She replied, “No question” As she stared at the wall And, “Didn’t think you’d notice” I’d jogged past her house and seen that it was only half painted She wore the same clothes as on Tuesday She sighed and…
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