Father Shooting Poems

So many voices, justice yelling a me;
Cussing me out, men still shooting man
They just keep on, shooting at me;
Yet spiting in my face, men still...

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With shooting stars’ blessings* beyond celestial, I praise God with all my heart
Since His assured sufficiency-goodness for me will never depart
I believe that He will...

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Steady rain swirled, pooled,
and eddied around rolled
up pant legs skinny ankles, which
immediately felt cold
before undertow willingly

steadily, and nimbly pulled this former
ace swimmer into watery fold
quelling,...

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partridge in flight
flutters grazing
dad’s hunting hat



posted on June 2, 2018...

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SHOOTING DOPE WITH PUDDLE WATER
I was walking through puddles of oatmeal
As other folks drove behind a steering wheel
I was stuck in a park putrefied by...

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