Spring Puddles


Forsythia so bright and yellow

Yet diamonds strain the hyacinth-stem

Her smile is more precious than glazes of gold and the glitziest of gems

Rain pouring down on a seaport-town,
She’s jumping over puddles missing me be around

Strike one, two, three goes the ball
With bases loaded I risk it all

Thank God it is only the fourth-inning, I am grateful for today and another new-beginning

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An Enchanted Branch


“An Enchanted branch “

Does God really place eternity on our heart?

Does He really choose the branch of His own planting

If so, why quicken qualms with raving and ranting

Advertising said Ford has a better idea, it’s better I blanch real-estate as my career

Maybe it’s a pail of pride or just a man thing,

If it is God’s pick, I know she is eloquently enchanting

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Hearing God


Hearing God.
God is always talking. There is a man that is financially poor at my church and he is not ashamed to say he accepts donations.

The first time he mentioned this to me, I was a little taken-back. I think I responded, “Yeah me too.” Like most people, I prefer to give voluntarily rather than be shaken-down whether it is on a city street, in a hot summer subway or in a church.

As time went on and my economic situation improved, I gave a few shekels to this man when it was unsolicited. I did it anonymously to avoid encouraging his behavior each Sunday.

Well…today the Lord placed on my heart to give him a few bucks directly. I wanted to know this thought is of the Lord so I prayed about it. I ask God if this is of you, let my Psalm/Proverb of the day pertain to the poor.

I open my daily app on my phone and sure enough the words “Blessed is he that considereth the poor.” – Ps. 41:1 are etched across my screen.

I knew God spoke to me. I share this story to show how God often speaks to us. We just need to ask.

I feel good about my small contribution for there is joy in giving and helping others. God always provides to those that trust Him.
He is also always talking. Just ask and listen.

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Rain Showers

Along a dale of rivers refreshment flows effortlessly

Pails of rain deliver abundance for us to see

Tasty and liquid waters brought to earth by his daughters

The rain keeps pounding always astounding

Open knocks click my door, love bleeds out from my credent core

Clapton says “Let it rain.”

God speaks refreshment.

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The Bridge


Containers of lids, sealed bids, a heart can close at anytime

Shanks of tools playing by the rules
awaiting a gracious new-bloom

Fresh-flowers for us to see, opening one’s precious and purposeful eyes

City of lights, bridge the night for an amazing journey

The vision is partially whole,
teaching me my role, enchanting hope and dreams

Counting cost, letting go of loss, a bridge connects a new-life

People get ready, it comes so fast, quicker than the past, brightness blazes across the river

The lights will feed another need for the time is here and now

Before you are pulled out on a blank canvas gurney, always enjoy the journey, golden-oil fills the sound.

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What if you’re a boy of the summer striking out Derek Jeter? And that is your claim to fame

What if you were the pitcher for his very last game?

Hundred 62 games played in the season

If you strike him out almost seems like treason

Separating toys of words from chalk and cheap

Interrupting moments of sleep

Shouting whispers of this and that

With the eye of the tiger for one more at bat

Walked, talked, plenty of chatter,

you always remember your favorite batter

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A Mountain


Bon Jovi says the poet needs the pain

a drought will always need the rain

Rain in due-season is more than refreshing

bewildered words court is in session

The darkest of nights end endless-lights

Lancers and lovers have no rights

This is only a mountain

Mountains behoove, mountains move

this is only a mountain

Questioning kinks from the sickly,
this mountain will move quickly

This is only a mountain,

You WILL will get over it!

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Branched Out Birds


Spinning and winning a weathervane sails vigorously propelled by the breeze flipped by the flapping of a blue-bird’s wings

A robin sets sail singing her song she sweetly brings

a tunnel gets funneled while a breed creates a home-filled half

The two make one the same way a bloated bull spins off a calf

Spending a secular-season joining God’s creation

Bringing seeds of treats to the nest brings the birds elation

Which way do they need to go? Certainly nature will guide the show

Crossing channels tweeting sagacity in selection

Met on the ground, joined in the air whistling natural-selection

It winks well. It works well! Completely refreshed at a pumped-out well.

Peace forever in a blessed monumental gazebo

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The Stream


Tossed with toes dangling in the sun-setting stream I’m so thankful for my golden-dream

Rushing waters, rivers bending,
No holding back no pretending,

A sun-fish sinks nibbling for a kernel, a river-bed Reflects, permeating love eternal

reflecting clandestine pearls and white rippled-lace

This body of water wakes up meeting the prettiest face

Bubbling clear and pure it’s begging to loan a drink,

Water so peaceful any doubts quickly shrink

Muskrat-love among the cattails
Storms all settled, dissipated all gales

If she was a ’32 Ford her motor I would crank.

Blasted with fuel, God bless a full-tank

Hearing flowers laugh along the mountain-ridge,

Another embrace takes place under the lake-driven bridge

Nature airs perfect peace,

We were teenagers acting out the musical Grease

Tasting better and sweeter than any sticky candy,

my eyes light up same way as Travolta’s when he saw his Sandy!

Soon to be at Friendly’s, conversation over a Fish a Ma Jig,

I never knew that eyes could be baked this big

Thank you Lord, thank you!

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The Smoker


“The Smoker”

She scratches off that ticket looking to win the lotto, living one day at a time is her daily motto

Working hard broiling oil, tin-man on a tin

Looking for her coffee-mate but he hid in a covered bin

Jaded and spaded dinner served in ungrateful fashion

Never finding comfort her soul is always crashing

Turning to a succulent paper down-graded and coarsely wrapped in loud yet silent smoke,

Those burning leaves will eventually scheme a life-threatening and stain-filled stroke

Jawing and drawing the ash turns bright-red

She did not have to say another word enough was already said

I am no Don Draper,

I avoid fumes of cancer birthing stenchful vapor

She took her hair out of a bun, gunning quickly I did run

More than smoke I can’t handle any addiction,

This tale is mostly true and completely non-fiction

Smoke up Sally, smoke up.

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