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Reached The End AGAIN

Don't want to put a hex on things
But this winter is feeling more like spring
The grass in the park across the way
Is popping up thinking it's a warm spring day

No no lie down you silly grass
Winter's still here you're making me laugh
Everyone and everything is so confused
The weather gods must be quite amused

If only this

Contentment

I had overeaten.
So I reached inside myself
And pulled up whatever could be pulled up
From strength that I could muster up
I labored long and hard
And eventually brought forth
Snow capped mountains
And sky scrapers dignified by the rays of the sun
And the tallest pines with cones intact
And stars draped with clouds, silver lined
And song birds with half-sung melodies

When Mark Reached Heaven

When Mark reached heaven
He expected to be interrogated.
He was used to this.
No one asked him anything.

He thought he would be judged.
This was his go-to-position.
No one judged him.

He thought death meant dead.
Not realizing he had a soul.
Mark had gotten it all wrong.

Destination Never Reached

Walking, walking, walking!
Impossibly long stretches of walk,
Miles and  miles of uncertain journey,
In blazing sun, in sweltering heat,
Tranquil villages with shady trees,
Home, the destination!

Thirsty, hungry, bleeding, exhausted!
With fatigued wives and starving barefoot children they trudge,
Little babies hanging like sandbags from their shoulders, they stumble, 
Tears dry on children’s cheeks!

Men and women…they walk, walk, walk until

Your Hand Reached Down

??Isaiah? ?59:1?-?2? ?NIV??
[1] Surely the arm of the Lord is not too short to save, nor his ear too dull to hear. [2] But your iniquities have separated you from your God; your sins have hidden his face from you, so that he will not hear.

Oh, God that I would question your reach
For it was

I Reached 80

Since I reached 80 years of life
time has moved too fast but in slow motion 
I oftentimes feel embarrassed at what I became 
and what I could have been 
but old men dream more of the what could have beens

Not what they became

That truth is oftentimes embarrassing 
but not in your case, my son 
you

The News Reached the Poet

WHEN i write of sleeping/lived Christ, i see him at midnight 
in a crucified way, love wrought-out with grace:
the blood on the walls, the lusty grief, 
the artist lying on freezing pavement,
like a drunk in an apartment.

Always?for whom in whom: for the Lord.

Over it, dreams are made, then screams are made,
grief, pain, loss, longing, fierce

No One Offend and Reached His End

his twilight was near
Henry is no longer here
we always did fear

no one did offend
to heaven we had to send
when he reached an end

merry with much mirth
he was merry with much mirth 
departed this earth

away soul scurried
when around he had hurried
body we buried

always was well fed
no longer here and is dead
he has gone to bed

what we

From Where Have the Words Reached Where

i 
discovered something
wonderful
a reality
wrapped neatly
in a 
tango
of 
words
and 
sentences

It's Raining

At first dark clouds
then a droplet fell.
Gathering strength,
small puddles
appeared
and began to swell.
It's raining! It's raining!
My neighbor joined
in my cries.
Is it the rain,
or tears in my eyes.
I reached out
my hand
as if to grasp
the heavenly spigot
to make it last.

Never Reached Eight

Wrapped in white burial shrouds and only seven 
This little girl is now making her way to heaven
The Myanmar junta forces battered her door 
Made their way inside all in the name of war 

Gun shots were fired and screams were heard 
Killing this child is simply downright absurd
What had this child done for them

Reached Out

By God’s route
I’m reached out
marked with love
from above…

Feeling blest
heart with zest
thanks His grace
of faith brace…

Bliss-filled soul
fulfills role 
shines as light
with peace might…

My mind prays
with truth rays 
for wisdom 
midst boredom…

Propped with hope
joyous scope
my spirit
trusts Christ’s writ…

Gladly freed
from vain greed
hands do share
wondrous care…

Revived now
I do vow
live* for Him
from self’s whim.

*Galatians 2:20 … The life which I

Never Reached Home

They are walking! Walking, walking, walking! 

Long stretches of walk - hundreds of miles of impossible uncertainty,
in blazing sun, in sweltering, muggy, heat - running away from an Inferno. 
Home, sweet home! Villages with shady trees! 
Destination! 

Thirst, hunger, bleeding. 
They trudge, fatigued babies hanging on their shoulders like sandbags, 
starving infants clutching hands, tears dry on their cheeks. 
Men and

Goal Reached-One Thousand

Goal Reached ~One Thousand Poems

Dropping by with a bottle of champagne.
Hoping you don't mind if I come in from the rain?

Wanted to thank my small, but grand group of followers.
I give each of you a bouquet of gorgeous, fragrant flowers.

I wanted to reach the goal of 1000 poems tonight.
And, I tell you doing that was

I Could Never Have Reached the Moon

I could never have reached the moon,
Looking at the stardust of the past.

I seemed to have been bounced from wall to wall.
However,I lived all my life as each day was my last!

Some people wanted me, to a conformist be?
That idea so offensive, please I begged, pour hot oil on me!

I fought so many fights, just

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