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is worse than death,
or so I imagine.
Watching my only son
play in a middle school
golf match
on a Monday evening,
after work, and
driving 40 minutes
to the middle of nowhere
has got to be
worse than death,
giving birth,
filling out tax returns,
and watching
the squirrels.
At least the squirrels
get to scamper
up the trees
and “accidentally”
chuck acorns at my
pathetic head.
It’s a nice view
but only nature can make noise
during this
seriously quiet
competition.
Maybe I’ll spot
a pine warbler,
or a crow will caw
(laugh) at me.
I should have brought
two beers.
IN AND OF GRACE
(~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~)
In faith’s soil
Floral hope
Blossoms
And her
Ripe fruits
Squeeze sweet juices
Of the flowing grace
That God
Gives
Us
IN THE GEOMETRY OF IT ALL
Indeed, there’s never ever an
Easy walk towards freedom.
Thus, we must ever seek,
With divine hope and
Faith, the right angle,
Triangle, and circle
Of oneness, in our
Maze journey in
The hexagon of
This lived life
Of the math
Of this old
World:-
2…B…N…D…U…U…B
Indeed,
Always B
Who U
Are…
2 not
Do
So,
Is 2
Deny
D
Child
Of
God
That U
Are…:
U can
Never B
Less than
D
Reining
Beauty U
Are…
Know
That U
Can
Only B
D U
Created N
D image
Of
Ultimate
Love’s
Beauty,
Reflected N
D mirror
As D
Shining
Beauty
Of
Divine
Guidance,
Given
Unto U
2 survive
And
Overcome
D daily
Challenges
Life
Sets
N your
Pathway…
Thus,
As U
Sojourn
Life’s
Courses
N your
Labors
Of
Love,
Know
That D
Finger
Of
God
Will
Always
Point U
N D
Right
Direction
2 go…
Therefore,
Keep
B
N
D
U,
U
B…:
Got
It?
!
AN ALLEGORICAL MATH LESSON
(Rational And Irrational Numbers)
1.
Rational numbers,
And irrational numbers,
Teach many lessons:
Allegorical lessons,
On the living of our lives:-
2.
We must live rationally;
Living irrationally sucks:
Swallowing life’s goals:-
That teasing “pie in the sky”,
Must be assessed by squaring
With God’s sage divine wisdom,
And His repeating guidance:-
3.
Thus, always strive to be
In logical reasoning
With ourselves, and with others:-
With deception all wiped out,
And all wrong things put aside,
Always seek to do what’s right:-
OF LIFE’S JOURNEY
At birth, life’s journey is planned;
While there will be many tolls,
God’s GPS will guide you:-
Glory be to God,
Moms are the laborers of God:
Praising God for Moms:-
Without their labor,
We would not be in this world:
All praises to Moms:-
Praise God for navels,
Keeping Moms with us always:
Happy Mother’s Day!
You are lovely,
full of birdsong with not much dew
was there ever a morning such as you
middle school
girls become imitators
copying mannerisms and styles
mimicking those they admire
often losing their own identity for a year or two
sad pretenders, not living up to themselves yet
We did not like Scarlett in middle school.
We did not like her in high school.
But our mothers were friends.
So were stuck pretending to like her.
I reminded my sister of this when she said
Guess who moved in to the next block?
SCARLETT MIDDLETON!
I nearly split my pants laughing.
You say that as if it is a good thing!
We used to like her, my sister said.
She has obviously forgotten.
I kept quiet.
They got together with their husbands.
My sister said it was the most boring time they had ever had.
Her husband said “never again”.
Now do you remember? We were forced to be her friend.
My sister had forgotten, but she remembered now.
As soon as you are seventeen, her mother said.
You can wear them to your graduation.
She was thrilled the day she got to try them on.
She tried to pirouette, but it was not graceful.
You will get used to high heels, her grandmother said.
It was a lie. She never got used to them.
They hurt her when she walked.
They pinched her toes.
She could not believe she ever wanted them.
She wore them twice.
Once to prom and once to her graduation.
Her feet limped with blisters for weeks after both.
She never wore them again.
Middle school
a failed transition
home screams
tantrums rave
no friends
no basecamp
no allies
upset touchy
twitchy angry
guys sneer weirdo
it hurts
girls smirk weirdo
it crushes
they're a part
I'm apart
before school--distressed
during school--defeated
after school--destroyed
they're cool I'll never be
I don't explode
I implode
12/20/21
I went to church with my daughter and her family
soon after my mom died. I sat between my two grandkids—
one in kindergarten and the other in middle school.
THREEFOLD MOMENT
fractals of my heart,
schematic of special moment,
illuminated as i breathe.
i kiss my fingers
touch his knee, his elbow,
his chin— boo boos
pointed out by him.
his warm lips
touch his fingertips,
land on my heart.
God told him so—
whisper of an angel
or a strong current
protracted by God,
straight to my favorites
this threefold moment
between me, my
six year old grandson
and Comforter God.
11/12/2021
we pass through the gates
we pass the kindergarten with it's colourful play area
we pass the primary school with the din of laughter
we pass the middle school with the hubbub of whirlwind psychosis
we are hit with the high school building
we are hit with wild landscapes
we are hit with fickle wassails
we are hit with hoodoo troopers
i teach Wordsworth
there's always something missing
we come from a world that is more heavenly
our childhood happened to someone else
i''m going to give up poetry and teaching
and go into clowning