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I prefer life with awesome saws… My, My, My My feet are on the ground My head is in the heavens My heart spills beyond horizons Wear life is bigger still Accept may be The see And awe That due

This poem is about sorting out what is mine and not mine… Living in My Mined I searched the whirled It was what It was all a bout And soully after A sweeping Inspection And awe-embracing travails Did I Whys … Continue reading →

Can You Sea It? I am Know longer taking Invitations from cramped quarters And haves Halving little, a peel Eye now Sea something Sow big That it is Elusive More than can Holed In won life Can you sea it?

This poem is about the prevailing stoicism of my decades of church experience — in my case, among United Methodists. I am not a big crier, but I openly wept in front of the congregation a number of times over … Continue reading →

Be forewarned, the poetry of my life may jump off the page… Something Else I linger A mist My poetry If your heart desires Too fine me Loiter about Or not Fore just perhaps I have jumped off the page … Continue reading →

On love and poetry… Word Given, Worth Taken “Love is the sickness and the cure.” –paraphrase from movie, “Shakespeare in Love” I give you my word Sometimes scene As dis ease That soully I have Proferring one too you Witch … Continue reading →

When in doubt, go flamboyant. Stoicism kills… Something Else Some of the buy standers took Step back wards Never the less A small crowd gathered Stairing into something else Bigger Then life When it comes to Drowning In seriousness There … Continue reading →

On and Off Agin Regarding the One My mom would say I AM On A jag Perhaps from the great Beyond And still Fathom less others Just Might as well Declare You’re off The wall Yeah The One With the … Continue reading →

Perspective matters. An Indigenous Peephole I live In abandon In awe that is A parent Razed Bye religiosity In the plays Where reverence metes irreverence Truth lives In the neighborhood of paradox As an indigenous peephole Peering Into awe of … Continue reading →

Sisyphean Poetry Is it passable Too make that grade Steeped In word plays What Say you I awe ready Have a pun name So you can pass On calling Me big D In a class by myself You may only … Continue reading →

I hope that my poetry is more than just, pretty words… The Prettiest Words They mirrorly wanted A proving poetry Soully in ploying The prettiest words Without shadow cast Out and out The flatter The better And if truth fully … Continue reading →

You had me at given freely… The Receipts on Me Life had the receipts On me Given Taken Freely Super naturally Brought Ensouled In voice And udder silence Check pleas Never fully no’ing Life A ledge her Yet holy grasping … Continue reading →