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John Shuck Poem
Most now have faith in scientific fact,
And so accept a snowflake lacks a twin.
This maxim states what no man can exact,
For proof is matching endless crystalline--
Which nature shapes according to her law
Though some insist they all appear the same--
Hard ignorance promotes this blissful flaw,
Hard evidence an inconvenient bane.
Faith is more than merely blind defiance--
Truth's not the will of the majority.
Snowflakes shine by subtle noncompliance--
Look close and they will gain authority.
A field of snow is blinding in the sun--
More beautiful examined one-by-one.
Copyright © John Shuck | Year Posted 2019
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It's a taken, never a given--
It's spice? Variety ecstasy driven.
One at a time, for me that works best,
Though often I'll think of the last or the next.
One at a time, so get in her line--
You'll be glad that you did, at least for a time.
Smile and relax! Smoke or drink wine--
Then, back to your life until the next time.
Copyright © John Shuck | Year Posted 2019
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John Shuck Poem
(...surely goodness and mercy will follow me all of my days and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Psalm 23:6)
Shirley, Goodness and Mercy, angels three
Have been protecting me all of my days.
Constant companions spiritually,
They're seamstresses trying to mend my ways.
Shirley surveys narrow paths, but I stray.
Goodness (a bit slow) is left in my wake,
As off I sprint down my heathen pathway
With no thought for what they do for my sake.
Shirley growls fiercely, "Must you act the fool?"
Goodness moans, "Why won't you listen to me?"
The harder I try, seems the less I can rule
Myself, so if I lose two of the three--
I still want to dwell in the house of the Lord,
So Mercy, I pray, will pay room and board.
Copyright © John Shuck | Year Posted 2019
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John Shuck Poem
There once was a patient named Phil,
A tough one the doc couldn't kill.
He left the hospital
As fit as a fiddle
But croaked when he opened the bill.
Copyright © John Shuck | Year Posted 2019
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John Shuck Poem
...surely goodness and mercy will follow me all of my days and I will dwell in the House of the Lord, forever. Psalm 23:6
Shirley, Goodness and Mercy, angels three
Have been following me all of my days.
Constant companions spiritually,
They're seamstresses trying to mend my ways.
Shirley surveys a narrow path but I stray.
Goodness (a bit slow) is left far behind.
Off I wander down my heathen pathway,
Never caring but for what pleasure I find.
Shirley growls fiercely, "Must you act the fool?"
Goodness moans, "Why won't you listen to me?"
The harder I try seems the less I can rule
Myself, so if I lose two of the three--
I still hope to dwell in the House of the Lord,
So Mercy, I pray, will pay room and board.
Copyright © John Shuck | Year Posted 2020
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John Shuck Poem
(...surely goodness and mercy will follow me all of my days and I will dwell in the House of the Lord, forever. Psalm 23:6)
Shirley, Goodness and Mercy, angels three,
Have been following me all of my days.
Constant companions spiritually,
They're seamstresses trying to mend my ways.
Shirley surveys a narrow path, but I stray.
Goodness (a bit slow) is left far behind.
Off i wander down my heathen pathway,
Never caring but for what pleasure I find.
Shirley growls fiercely, "Must you act the fool?"
Goodness moans, "Why won't you listen to me?"
The harder I try seems the less I can rule
Myself, so if I lose two of the three--
I still hope to dwell in the House of the Lord,
So Mercy, I pray, will pay room and board.
Copyright © John Shuck | Year Posted 2020
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