No better way to launch the weekender
Than dropping in to see my local bartender
He whips up the meanest margarita in his blender
I can relax and to him all my troubles surrender
He knows the right thing to say to either gender
He’s everyone’s closest friend by no means a pretender
He commiserated when I needed a defender
While suspended for snapping someone’s suspender
He cheered me up when I was the thwarted contender
And understood about my questionable fender bender
He let me run a tab when I was short on tender
That’s where he drew the line to not be a lender
After all he had his own issues with a big vendor
I always cleared my tab so at no time be an offender
Never being so bold as to ask for an extender
For fear of a dry spell for services he’d render
AP: 3rd place 2022
Gloria
I feel like shouting for joy
My Redeemer lives
He lives through me
In me and from me
In my circumstances, situations, bearings
He is the lifter of my head
My assurer, my booster, my rearer
My supporter, my suspender, my sustainer
You are everything and you are all
How can I not shout hallelujah?
When you are the reason for my living
My existence, my essence
God Lord – You are You are
The reason for my being.
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