Best Reassigned Poems

I have taken my last hunting trip on earth
Discovering what family is really worth
My life is moving on with a new kind of birth
For I...

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I cause one's self confidence to crumble away  
Like a worn-down building left to decay 
I infect the minds of the old and young...

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George Washington would never believe it and call it a crying shame. I have observed the prohibition of prayer in public schools. Free speech is...

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Last night I got a visit from a historical figure 
I couldn’t believe my eyes; I was humbled, I
thought I was hallucinating, was it a...

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old friend, it is I who calls you back;
holding your daily routines intact,
feelings, visions, in my minds time machine.

April's ride
no dream
 
high on the fairest...

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In this place, this state of mind,
Thoughts of you and I, rewind.
Though much devoid of any joy,
These thoughts take time to re-deploy.
Each moment spinning like...

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We last saw him in the summer of '78.
Our ministry with kids had closed,
and we were being reassigned to a
church 2000 miles away. Little did
I...

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My hero known to many as only Christine
Now in the fluffy white clouds above
In her short lived time on earth
To many she was more than...

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Forces Found Collected and Combined

Forces were found collected and combined;
Either would go with or had been left behind;
Could consider,
Some a quitter;
They also had an option...

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Earth life, a hard school, dark desire cesspool,
Senses externalised, all objects sized,
No wonder then, we behave like a fool,
Truth dawns, when by Holy Spirit baptised.

Ego...

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THE SWEETEST NUN I KNOW

During my 20 year Air Force career, I was assigned to the Chaplain's Office as a Chapel Manager.  During this...

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Caren, Caren, Caren,” the optimistic, positive principal said, shaking her head. “I’m sorry to lose you.”
I was sorry to go, but stay I could not...

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Sabati was eight years old on the day
that his grandfather told him to sit down,
there was a story that he had to share,
that he was...

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When the first man left the trees for the cave,
did those men in the trees think him crazed,
as he grazed land did they look on...

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Political poems, political belief.
Either one side or the other.
War rages on with no relief.
Do we have to attack another?

A double standard applies,
in regards to political...

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