I can count on my fingers
the number of college men --
who can hammer a nail true
and make a screwdriver screw
who can saw along a straight line
and finish a DIY project on time --
And if an appliance chance to break down
rather then them, I'd hire a clown
My hand had planned for a bare finger ~ until you put a ring on it.
8/25/20
Entered in 'Charm Me' contest
i was born
right handed
and so am now
right at this moment
writing your poetry and
trying to express
myself as best as i
can without needing to
fill a demand and certainly
not giving a flying f or a dam
but as i feel
the free flow
of what water
i've become i
realize i don't
know what
my other
hand is
doing
and
so when finding
out it's driving
a personal
private
stick
shift with
a young
Colombian
in the passen
ger seat grrrr
i simply
just keep
writing in
peace and
comfort
As the people ascended
To receive the light
They came in multitudes'
All in just one single night
Fore the call to Jesus
Is a call to Salvation
I was then called upon,
Call for a new creation
One which has shaped the
Nation,
A nation of the unforeseen,
A nation of people to celebrate
Just one theme
That is the wisdom Of God
A testament for the forsaken
And the making of all man
Fore the wages' for sin
Is the total damnation
Of the Spiritual and Soulful being
AMEN
GF
I hate the cold,
but I love the fresh fallen snow.
I hate busy signals,
but guess what, I’M always on the phone.
I hate the smell of cigarette smoke,
but never think of that ‘til I take the last puff.
I hate doing laundry,
but the smell of clean clothes,.. I just can’t get enough.
I hate traffic,
but I always drive at peak hours.
I hate getting in arguments,
but I always loved receiving those “making up” flowers.
I hate the first of the month, having those bills I must
sit down and pay,
but I certainly didn’t have a problem at the time I was
running them up, I must say.
I hate to go shopping for clothes,
but always complain, I have nothing to wear.
I guess the alternative is a nudist camp,
but I don’t think I could ever go there.
I hate driving in the rain,
but sometimes the other choice is sitting home alone.
I hate getting old,
but I sure love thinking about all of the things I’ve done.
These are a few of the things that I hate.
I try not to think of them much.
But the thing I hate most in life is death,
and missing his sweet gentle touch.
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