Parts Poems

JUST RIGHT, In Two Parts

College Before Family, 1982
My pen just writes
My dog just bites
My wife just fights
And I just might
Decide everything’s alright.

Empty Nest, 2025
Life didn’t quite yield that plight
Because the pen barely writes
The pups play fight
The kids had height
Were polite
And actually bright
The wife’s a delight
Most days and nights
My life might be trite,
And I’m good with this slight rewrite.

A Drama In Two Parts

They left Southampton with a coal fire down below,
Olympic class of the White Star Line, little did they know.
Irish-built in Belfast, one iceberg was all it took as,
with insufficient lifeboats, the whole wide world it shook.
Departing Queenstown, compartments not all watertight,
unsinkable or so they said, until that tragic night...
(almost a six-day cruise).
She was poorly equipped

In These Parts

In these parts,
Heavy dews cover fields and lawns;
It's very hot and humid in summer;
There are no breathtaking views,
No snow-covered mountains, no waterfalls;
And the weather changes rather rapidly.

In these parts,
Surrounded by trees, corn, and beans,
The canopy covers me from above.
A paved road separates me from the beans,
And sometimes I'm being held captive, it seems.

In these parts,
Black

Icarus

'Once you have tasted flight,
you will forever walk the earth
with your eyes turned skyward,
for there you have been
and there you will always long to return,'
wrote Mr. da Vinci (1452 – 1519).
In school I did learn
the plane truth,
and for your information,
it's a collection of spare parts
flying in close formation.
And was it not Icarus in his day
who,

Dear Reader, P2, Please read the other parts as well

I wonder what it would’ve been like to grow up differently. Perhaps with fewer mental roadblocks. Possibly with a brain that wasn’t constantly shifting channels without warning. I’ve been trying so hard lately, writing a book that digs into the mess of identity, lying, family, and mental illness, designing guitar lesson plans, building a future

The Promise and The Silence the Two Parts Of The Story

The Promise

She was silent, calm — never one for lies.
Always believing in true love,
Her idea of love was someone to rely on,
Someone who’d stand by her
Even when their views didn’t align.

Someone who might not always agree,
But for her sake, stood by her side,
Who’d talk through right and wrong,
And calm her fears when nights were long.

She

Shadowed Parts of Myself

I'm not sure when you left,
but my guess is, it's been a process 
from the beginning.
Maybe the moment you left heaven's presence
you longed for its essence,
and left unnoticed?
Or was it when your freedom fell,
taken from the grips of hell,
and all it taught you to believe about yourself,
and life?
Or maybe when the one you
felt could change

Private Parts

For no apparent reason
everyone was able to read each other's minds
Soon after the streets were nearly empty
The people hid themselves inside their homes
within their homes they stowed away in bedrooms.
The homeless and street walkers were the only ones
that went public,
they'd known for a long time what everyone was thinking.

Over time some got closer to God
others

Thankful You Have Body Parts

Though you can't see
Your ears will do
As seeing eyes.

Though you can't hear
Your eyes will do
Hand sign for you.

Though have no hands
Your feet will do
All the handy.

Though all have these
Still you heard
Life more complaint.

The Ballad of Barley Pettigrew - in Three Parts

I - Barley Pettigrew

I'll tell you a story, outstandingly true, 
of the young lad called Barley Pettigrew.
He was born with nine fingers on his hands.
For how high he could count, it met his demands.
You see, the townsfolk all say the doctor said
he was born without anything in his head.  
It's not surprising that he

When Heaven Parts

When the day descends, and the heavens' part wide,
Will you stand firm, or will you choose to hide?
With light ever blazing, and love pure as gold,
Will you greet him with trust, or let doubts take hold?

When the trumpet is sounded, and all eyes are drawn,
Will you step toward the light or flee at dawn?
In the

Parts

every detail about you I know. Every high, and your every low.
I know which parts you've kept hidden and buried below, when you are happy
and what makes you glow.

unspoken thoughts I will already know. 

I see every emotion you believe does not show.

1- SECRET GARDEN 2- FORGOTTEN PARTS 3- GENTLE BREEZE

" SECRET GARDEN"

In twilight's hush, where shadows play
A hidden world awakens to the day
A secret garden, locked away
From prying eyes, in a silent way

The trees, like sentinels of old
Guard the entrance, tales untold
The flowers, like whispers, soft and low
Share their secrets, as the winds do blow

In this enchanted land, I find my peace
A refuge from

The House, that Eli the priest built for the LORD, 1 Samuel 2:12 parts five and six NIV

The Death of Ei  1 Samuel 4:18-21 part two (God's judgment on the House of Eli)

fell backward off his chair by the side of the gate.  His neck was broken, and he 
died, for he was an old man and heavy.  He lead Israel forty years.  His daughter
-in-law, the wife of

A Key to Understanding the Selves We Left Behind

To soothe the cornered inferno
Consuming a sanctuary abandoned
Spider's silk like snow kissed ground
Walls caressed by a nurturing moss,
A mausoleum of birth
The detached ruins we carry
A firefighter's hose spouts curses
To cauterize a ghastly flame
The fire fights itself separately
So the lever pullers on the dispatch
Call into the ears of a healer
To douse themselves in gasoline
There is no

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