Easter Caregiving Poems

Boaz may have been 
Cornered,
 to make a kind-of ...
Blanket proposal....

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Pertinent Compassion

Impertinence
reminds Roshi Susan Murphy,
refers not only to Trumpian rudeness
crudeness
ruthlessness
but also irrelevance
to Earth's Kingdom
at Compassionate Healing Hand.

I was watching "Silence"
of zealous colonizing missionaries
learning therapeutic compassion
by...

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When guys get so old
pubic hairs
are as long as penises

It's not time to grow
a longer and fatter, more drivable,
penal delivery system
promising retributive rape
of an entire...

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I'm listening to my least favorite inside voice
again
still reminding me in inconsistent Yang denial
of his own internal Yin belonging
to non-violently long for resolutions
toward a more...

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When you think of Easter
Do you think about the Easter Bunny?
Long fluffy ears
Bright red nose
A cupboard full of chocolates 
A treasure hunt filled with fun...

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I’ve watched the path of Christian Leeds,
whose feet rejected trails of woe
where loving heart now prays to go.
His eyes look ‘round to meet the need.

This...

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The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring,...

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SECOND COMING
Yours in the blood that set us free
we come in honor as it be
to bind in love straight from the lovers heart
the one called...

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Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend...

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I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i...

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I sigh my song of loss
Profound sense of frustration
At your hair now brittle and coarse
Which fuels my sense of desolation

You’ve been old my whole life
But...

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Now,the pumpkin is ripe,
we're only a few days from the year's first mealie cob.
The cows are giving us lots of milk,
taken in the round it...

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He died for us on Calvary’s Hill
Fulfilling His Father’s will,
But this was not the whole of his part
To turn to the Father all man’s heart.
It...

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