the feeling of completeness
I am sometimes asked
"what did you do today"
I reply "I wrote a poem"
they reply "that all"
I smile and walk away saying
"try it sometime"
Rabbis, Preachers, and Priests
Imams and Monks from the East
Each bow to a higher power
But some gets paid by the hour
They vow to love thy neighbor
But profit from all their labor
They'll soon be expecting half
As they worship the Golden Calf
It could have been so embarrassing
But he didn’t really care
It was such a simple thing
Wearing ladies underwear
He chose it all so carefully
Every single piece just right
Carefully colour matched
With sheer nylon tights
Adjusted oh so precisely
With precision straight seams
Showing legs that appeared
Like chocolate box dreams
But if a man’s got to do it
He’s got to do his best
No half measures he thought
Shoulders back stick out chest
Take one deep breath for courage
Then proudly out on to that stage
Just a reluctant drag act
To make a living wage
And out on that stage
He didn’t need to hide
His need to display
His feminine side
He soaked up the applause
Folded his costume up neat
Tomorrow was another day
Back to sweeping the streets
He’d do it so precisely
Try not to rush
Not risk any blisters
From his issue sweeping brush
And he’d do his best
And he’d do it well
But broken nails
Could be just a hell
And appearance was all
On the Cabaret Club scene
And maybe ,just maybe ,he enjoyed
The buzz of being a top Drag Queen
God created the heavens and Earth,
Presided at a child’s birth,
Made man from a pile of clay,
Welcomes saints to glory everyday.
God smote the Philistines and Egyptians in a fight,
Put the stars and Moon in place for light,
Provided manna for his people to eat,
Placed all the Earth at man’s feet.
God gave his son up to the beast,
Decided the sun would rise in the east,
Created yesterday and today and called it time,
Allowed the savior to be convicted of a crime.
God raised his hand and parted the sea,
Just to set his people free,
Brought poor souls back from the dead,
While listening to a child’s prayer before bed.
God gives food to the baby bird,
Inspired the truth in his written word,
God set in place all existing fates,
Judges all who pass the Heaven’s gates.
To get the message thru to you and me,
God is mighty and simple as he wants too be,
From miracles to simple tasks, for all he has done and will ever do,
All he wants is love from you.
Cleaning the house
Washing dishes
Cooking dinner
It's all in a day's work
Ironing
Baking
Household chores
It's all in a days work
Outdoor work
Working
Driving
Running errands
It's all in a day's work
Which like, Groundhog Day, occurs, day after day.
Emily Krauss
My daily work to pursue; all chores to be assigned
Organization is the key, thus concluding in a peace of mind.
The future I cannot foresee, however solid planning in my hands
My employees won’t be led astray, they faithfully obey my commands;
I am patient showing them the right way, hence the day starts with morning bright
Every job is taken by grace while their working hours filled with delight.
Knowing I’m satisfied by looking at my face. High standards and higher they rise,
Pleased I am and my solemn gratitude I pay, rewarding them with a bonus prize.
These faithful workers with me they stay; I am glad that faith made me judicious.
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