Father Zebra Poems

Zebra was reading up on other foods
He had heard that veggies put you in good moods
Grasses are what we eat his father said.
Put down that...

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Dear Father, mine. 

I ran away from bad. 
I took my children with me.
I found a place to run to. 
It was an empty castle...

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Maid

My maid of honor, 
my best friend, (smile)
help me in the moment, 
help me in the hour, 
help me make it down... 
the great white...

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Father

Father, 
I wish I could sing. 
I would sing about anything, 
... everything...!

Father,
I wish I could write, 
I would pen beautiful...
... words... to You... ...

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The Mask of Fate
(This poem deals with the Corona Virus. 
It is very intense.)

My kid's school called.  
The college. 
They said that there had...

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The History of Grown Children

When we are kids, 
we are told of God. 
It is easy to accept, 
a great Father in Heaven. 
No questions...

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Lies to Our Self

I will be okay. 
You, she, we, me, us...
are just fine. 
All the time, 
we talk too much, 
and not enough. 

Lose...

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The Perfect Christmas Gift

In a small bag, 
made of paper, 
the color of gold, 
old not new...
The handwritten letters, 
of a handful of kids, 
left...

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To Heaven

My Lord, my King, 
my Sovereign Father, 
mercy and grace.
The finest flowers for the 
hour of Your birth. 

Lost are the souls born of...

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(not a nice poem... )

Dark is the Art

Lies. 
Evil made up, 
hiding in plain site…

Judgments made, 
of others, 
that can not see, 
the color
of their...

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Our Tree

The green tree in the box, 
kept in the attic, 
is in pieces. 
Not because it is dead, 
or firewood, 
but a project
to be...

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The Cane

Not made of candy, but real wood. 
It belonged to my father’s father, 
and his father, before him. 

No, they were all good man....

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Come Home

Please listen to me. 
You have not "done" anything, 
that I have not done before, 
or if you have, 
then we can still talk....

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When Friends Are More

My mother, 
I wish to be disowned. 
My father, 
died. 
My step father… 
too dark. 
The rest, 
worthless people, 
that take. 

How...

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“C” for Christmas, 
(not cancer…)

The packages were bright, 
the tensile shinny, 
the tree full of sparkle,
bright. 

Mom gone now, 
but grandma… 
took up where she...

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