Long Launching pad Poems

I cry at baptisms, funerals,  and touchy movies. There are more                       ...

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The Gift of ‘Not’ Knowing

I have toyed with the thought of free-will as a curse
(Hell reserved for bad choices, but Grace earned a joke?)
Is there madness or peace for those gifted by God
(or by dust...

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"God will bless those who bless Israel. 
And he will curse those who curse Israel."***

The United States of America has been blessed
For two primary reasons.  Our founding fathers
And our founding mothers. Established the newly
Formed...

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I’m enjoying spending time with my mom - we have an intimacy braided like rope. I forgot how funny she is. At the same time, we’ve been softcore arguing for days.

She wants me to accomplish...

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I had hoped there would be a 50th class reunion for my class of 67.
Instead, I got word the other day that Aggie High is closing its doors.

For four years, I was taught by some...

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He sat up late one night and wrote,
His heartfelt Christmas dream.
Dear Santa, I wont ask for much.
His eyes began to gleam.
I've got a baseball and a glove,
A rocket and launching pad.
I've got so many things...

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I am awoken from a restful sleep aware of the fresh air 

the open window brings as she begins to sing

it is the sound of the loon calling me to her side 

I stride towards...

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Where has my Spirit Gone 
My spirit has disappeared from the room
Can someone assist me to find it soon
The lights gone from life, only dark days loom
I can’t stop feeling this desolate gloom.

It was when...

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Cross Country Greyhound Bus
Very young 17 Year Old’s Couple as such
The young woman started throughout having labor pains
The Father too be felt worried and wanted to hurry
It was a small town the young couple got...

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Especially if you open that window of your mind,

Let all those fresh air words blow those cob webs away.

No black and white newspaper will ever replace their colors,

Still reading happy and sad stories yet literally...

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A Narrative...

The View

At the end of Mulberry street
stood a massive old and weathered oak. 
With an owl rested there every night , just waiting
for the right meal to wander by,
then silent wings swooped effortlessly down
the...

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The first time we danced I knew I was hooked 
My palms were sweaty, my brain was cooked 
I breathed only you as you captured my mind 
I’ll love you forever even if you go...

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Traveling down the memory lane paved a long time ago,
I remember when I was completing graduation,
what profession I’d pursue afterward I didn’t know,
one professor gave my career a direction to follow.

A short statured profoundly erudite...

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They are the fragments 
that consume attention; mocking 
quite effectively the whole, 
which stands the martyr
in exhausting innocense, waiting
for the drama to begin.  Oh my dear,
how appropriate a symbol for a life.

Completeness just a...

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Narrative...

The View

At the end of Mulberry street
stood a massive old and weathered oak. 
With an owl rested there every night , just waiting
for the right meal to wander by,
then silent wings swooped effortlessly down
the massacre...

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Writing anything political can throw fuel on a fire,
but these Limericks are not meant to ignite anyone.
Just a bit of humor in my opinion. Yes, we all have one. 

A Musk rat and a vengeful...

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Down the memory lane a long time ago
I remember when I was completing graduation
what I’d pursue afterward I didn’t know,
one professor then gave my career a direction.

A short stature humble man, Santosh Ray
introduced me in...

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~~Michael the Archangel~~

One of the mightiest of Seraphim—It’s him!

Michael the Archangel	

His eyes of flaming fire and words like rockets being shot from a launching pad

If you’ve ever met my brother Michael you would learn one...

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"Reality is something you rise above."  - Liza Minelli

today is nothing less than your blank canvas
so splash those colors never meant to harness
reality is just a bland and neutral tone

you’re meant to dare and...

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I can feel the tension rise
Far and near this country's silo eyes
Provocation leads one step further to:
ANNIHILATION!!
Beyond the Cuban Crisis
It leads to the power right
Who will shoot off or explode their weapon might
Darkness and despair
Omnimously...

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H istory and the Bible portray the reality, good or bad, of human existence.

U nderstanding the past provides tools for better guidance of mankind's future.

M isinformation and revisionist goals will not alter the past or...

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December
December, known as
last month of our year,
brings happiness to 
celebration, cheer.
Soon January will 
begin, appear 
with new beginnings
wipe the old year clear.

A time to tally up 
the happy, sad 
those prior months, 
before December had.
Months,...

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Limerick crochetés: Once North Koreans joined South cousins

Once North Koreans joined South cousins
Agreed to let drop divisive sins
Formed one team ice-hockey
Won bronze not so lucky
Each side said: “Not for US, no side wins!”

Both sides appealed...

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Guard Your Tongue,
For
Words Never Retreat
Written: by Tom Wright
10-22-2016

Our words become heat seeking missiles,
When impairing others is their intent.
Once launched they can’t be retracted,
By the tongue from which they’re sent;

It’s in our hearts these words are...

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If God were to recreate the Earth
     He might look back through history
     And make changes, consider three
 
All children would be conceived in love
  ...

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