my tale might seem implausible and free
eager thumbs up with a capital tee
from my pet Charlie, a chimpanzee
What is the whole story asked Aunt Bea
glowing spaceship landed next to me in Tennessee
as pretty as any stock car registered for the Grand Prix
when the door opened, the aliens headed toward me
Thirteen of them, walking in formation of a solid vee.
They waddled a bit like an inebriated chickadee
I had become statue-ized, my feet refused to flee
As they closed in, I noted they were filled with glee
All giggling, I could hear a united tee-hee-hee
They were shorter than I thought, leader came to my knee
My mind was blanked for a bit, not sure how I got free
Did they carry me away to their planet X Y Z?
If I remembered that, I would feel pretty proud of me.
Your onyx hair curled and cascaded wild,
some swirled in the stream of craving squall,
some laced the lilting lattice of lust
on your forehead of ivory canvas,
carving contours of evanescent charisma.
I can’t believe I thought that was your last image.
Your almond eyes of sapphire sea waltzed
to the melodic concerto of mesmeric music,
the eyelids danced with the flutter of butterfly,
floating in the air of yearning on charming wings,
weaved the wondrous fabric of trance.
I can’t believe I thought that was your last dream.
Your crimson cheeks soaked to shine
the patina of the blooming rose I adored,
spreading seductive fragrance in beguiled breeze,
with the touch of my desire caressing your face,
rippling with rapturous hues of glowing glamour.
I can’t believe I thought that was your last portrait.
The rose buds bloomed on your luscious lips,
swathed in lilac luster of the sunburst dawn,
the entrancing allure flashed with gorgeous glow
like pearls of dew on petals of pink rose,
shining like a star in the sequined sky.
I can’t believe I thought that was your last smile.
I shouldn’t have left it, I should have stood guard
Just keep it in sight, was that really so hard?
If only I’d swallowed it, kept it in hand
So it couldn’t be seized by the scum of our land
I’ve got to get back there but there’s such a crowd
I need to push through and this I have vowed
What was I thinking, it’s there in plain sight
And if it’s been seized, then I’m ready to fight
I’m trying to nudge through this unruly throng
But nobody yields, this is taking too long
But I won’t fall foul of obstructions like these
So now I crawl through on my hands and my knees
I cannot believe that I could be so slack
And I rue the moment that I turned my back
I’m finally through and I struggle to stand
But soon I should have it right here in my hand
I pray that events will not soon prove me wrong
I hope it was not unattended too long
At last I exhale, thank God, there you are
I’ll never again leave my beer on the bar
I endeavor to daily study God’s word and trust in Jesus.
I choose my close friends carefully because...
my ears
my eyes
my mouth
keep focused on the presence of a sweet spirit for direction in my every prayer and song. God's grace is the miracle; faith only seems implausible.
When I let the Holy Spirit lead me - MY efforts are nil.
It is much like embarking on an unprecedented journey
I'm deaf
I'm blind
I'm mute
but I know God is never wrong. When I let Him work THROUGH me, my thoughts, my words and my actions align with His purpose, Resurrection is the miracle. Faith only seems implausible.
July 4, 2018
Economic servitude
has me in its chains,
Wall Street and the bankers
have all the money and the brains.
I owe, I owe to work I go
sang the seven dwarves,
off to slave away for them
listed by Mr. Forbes.
All the years and hours
put in on the job,
to put aside a nest egg
for them to legally rob.
Common thieves in Armani suits
Rolex Oysters on their wrists,
hiding behind bribed senators
as we watch and shake our fists.
Who will save us from these guys
from Washington and Wall Street?
Who will give us back our savings
we thought were ours to keep?
Will Superman or the President
swoop in heroically,
pack them off to prison
and return my money to me?
We know that’s only in the movies
or Batman comic books,
because the government of America
has become a bunch of crooks.
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