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A Fathers Reflection

Again, again, I ask, “So tell me, son,
how was your day?” Thirty-four sanctions,
and seven detentions since September’s start.
How can you be so brilliant yet so lost?
Why don’t you listen, son, why don’t you see?
I wish for you the world, the moon, the stars,
but here I stumble, unsure where to step.
Do I lift you up, or let you learn the fall?
Do I soften my voice, or should it harden?
My dreams for you are vast, yet they collide
with the growing pains of who you’re meant to be.

I taught you chess, the piano’s tender keys,
and numbers that could build a life of strength.
I held you through the nights when skies were dark,
but now the storms you face are in your mind.
I pray to God above to guard your thoughts,
to guide your feet upon the path to peace.
Is this a phase, a season passing through,
or am I faltering, failing where I stand?

I do not know, my son, but still I hope.
Be strong, be wise, and rise beyond these days.
For you, my love will always seek the way.

God Is Great

I am what I am and there's none that can change me, 
The word can be heaven or a feary pit depending on What you choose to be. 
It doesn't depend what people see 
As they can't distinguish every single tree 
But your creator  knows what you deserve
 As he was the only one to observe 
He saw you at all your emotions
 He only knows your truth and devotion
 He gives award for your actions
 Now it may be pleasure or Harsh detentions
 So he is the only one to trust 
As he knows you from depth to crust 
 He gives you life and takes it away
 So it's better to worship him every day

Simple But No Human Being Has Ever Done It

Laughing during mutual intimacy
Yet intimate war-song sang daily
History knows no detentions for it
The first censured; second is justice


The Soul In the Den

Back in my hole in the back of the den
racking up souls with every heart that I spend

Laughing at those birdies floating far far away
half in astral detentions known to scar and fillet

Compacted in thy dirt, I’m comfortable in failure
It’s only after that I’ll hurt, for during I’m the sailor

mapping out tides I’ll avoid any turn
crashing into the same bridges that I’ve already burned

Back then my den was smaller and included
facts to save myself from the loneliness precluding

any ambition to pursue the wildest dream
or any mission of love, unrealistic though they may seem

They fashioned for me a reason to keep
myself trapped wholly deep thinking I needed the key

Some intangible force to unlock my own life
Some box of remorse I deserved from that wife

Soon I’ll dig myself out from this den
I’ll reclaim my soul and fill my heart with it again

My Teacher Is a Witch

She doesn’t give detentions
but casts spells-
my best friend now sits
on a stool in the corner of the room
as a toad
for an unwanted remark.
Her topics include-
potions for everyday use
how to wave a magic wand
and incantations.
Her Driver’s Ed course
teaches students
how to ride a broom.
A dark cloud lingers
over her pointed hat,
and follows her
as she paces
in the front of the class room.
There’s no rain,
only a rumble of thunder
of her thoughts.
Bats flutter and swarm
like shadows
in the corner of the room
as everyone sits still
captured by her spell.

Awry

Sometimes plans just go awry
Despite your best intentions.
Then you rally and you try
Assorted interventions.

You could shrivel up and die
From all the added tensions,
But to do so would defy
The normative conventions.

It’s a waste to wonder why
There have to be dissensions.
Life is likely to supply
Dilemmas and detentions.

So the thing to do is sigh
And focus your attentions
On ways for you to pacify
Your growing apprehensions.


Soup and Brain Salad

No, Shar, I'd never heard of it, but I will, i looked it up, and it's got a great rating.  
Sounds good!  Thanks!!  My friend John S. is a horror buff of the first ranking.  He 
was even on the peripheral edges of some things.  Was working with Joe Spinell 
when he died (Joe) from a tooth infection complicated with heavy cocaine use.

Freddy, 'Ol boy- for you I'm sure the words would be "I'm just a boy whose 
detentions were good!..... And, when you med Davy Jones, was that at his 
locker?  Do you really like Burdon?  Have his Mickey Most series??  Regards, tom

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