Holiday Integrity Poems

Every time I plan to fly there is some disruption in the sky. Every time I plan to fly the eagle appears out of nowhere...

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...I remember when it was SOMETHING.
A Lesson OR Blessing, actually BOTH.

Is blood thicker than water? Not if bad blood has formed. Was it always tainted,...

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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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Fear

It is a very small demon. 
It is a tiny monster, 
that never stops chewing on;
anything it can get. 

It is the one that hides,...

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President of Freedom

The last man in a long line, 
voted to save the future...
for us. 
Not all of us, 
but some. 

Those that live on...

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Accidental Words

Whispers I should not have heard. 
Things "said"
that have gone way wrong. 
It was just a party. 

It began with, "I don't want to...

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The Stars in My Life

I look up,
I can not see you for the lights,
of the city.
I know you are still there,
I have faith.
Some things are...

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Prayer 

On Sunday, 
The saints gather…
Not the normal service, 
later, when others…
are home. 

They are quiet, 
and humble. 
They have come, 
to the house of...

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Clocks that Run 

Backwards to my day. 
I pray first and start off right. 
I don’t think I will make it through, 
if I do...

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I intended to say
when I was young
each day felt too slowly incremental
toward my generation's time in Earth's wiser sun,

But my ancient extended hand
keeps writing "exponential"
while...

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Happiness comes in diverse packages,
high to low,
outside to inside,
light to dark.

From global premium Health
through local everyday 
resiliently benign 
steady-state Communion,
down toward sado-masochistic fake over/under-powering happiness
nihilistically...

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Run for the hills, just pack up and go, 
Today, right now, right here, 
Turn off the net, hop in the car, 
And slowly just...

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Boogety, boogety, boogety shoo;
Some for me, but none for you. 
That’s the way it has to be;
If we share, there’s
Simply not enough for me.

Boogety, boogety,...

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The ride to the country is uneventful
Except that I feel a little like
A man riding inside a cannon ball.
Yuliya's father Igor drives
I'm also up front...

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Father’s Day Tribute to My Grandfather
Written on June 2, 2012
Updated on June 11, 2014


Resembling Groucho Marx as you aged,
I often found you dozing in 
your...

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