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This poem emerged from the image of a flurry of potential “last straws” as in “the straw that broke the camel’s back.” This poem parlay’s the resilience of camels in the desert as a metaphor of resilience for us in whatever deserts in life we may experience…

The Straw Dint (Notably Possessive)

The straw didn’t brake
The camel’s back
With such reign
Time to bale
When surroundings
Anything but stable
As if
Know room at the in
A desert creature
Dune the best passable
Carrying life
In between
Oasis’s

A poem about The Don, the grift, the superpower…

Superlative Power

His superpower was
Low expectations
Razed to absurd levels
Then giving you
The lyin’s share
Of what wasn’t there
In first plays
And the lessen
Don’t look
A grift
Hoarse in the mouth
You always get
What
Pain for

Poisoned, Well, Being

We thought buy being
The strongest of allot
A mass of power
Every won posed
Could not with stand
The gravity of hour rein
On just and unjust
Weal wrest on hole some
Little did we no
Never quiet figuring
Out
The sores of life
Sacrifices
Willing to be made
By more
Then mirror God
Our most
Lucid moments
Like dropping balms
In order
To come to
Our sense us
Incensed at preyer
Wee are undivided
In the no
Venom
Coming from the poisoned
Well
Being

A poem for the actual first responders, prevention workers of awe kinds. NOTE: If you are not named specifically, we know that you are used to it…

First Responders Knot

A shooting
A heart attack
A suicide
A drunken wreck
Law enforcement and EMS
Quickly respond
In that ninth inning stretch
Pining the needle
Of overdue and overdo
Not quiet
Reminding us
Of heroics long for gotten
As hidden in efface
As sum of us
Know wear
To be found
A triple bypass
Of teachers
Counselors
Public health workers
And them ilk
Of compassion
In the long haul
Of un-scene
In the whirled
Of overwhelming convention
And underwhelming prevention

May you harbor good feelings…

Ship Happens

It’s awe ways now
Some wear
Though not hear
Life is afar
A weigh
As untouchable
And just
As I can’t sea
Ship happens
And once amor
Cared a way

I am necked be for God…

God Necked

He souled himself
The rope to hang
Buy knowledge
No’in by awe
Allot of science
And a byte-size art
Bequeathing him
A faith worse than death
Larger than life undone
An unfathomable circus
To hang by a thread
And notions of God
Made
Necked
When you can hire power
Hung up
On awe that is a parent
Of coarse knot
As a trap adore
And the gravity
Of fallen
Fore it agin

Are we soully star dust?

Star Children

They expressed matter
Of factly
That they were
Star dust
As in choir
Are you Sirius?
Still, quiet ponder us
We made note
The twinkle in their I
And undeniable dark background
They conceivably came from
A plausible perspective
With stellar possibilities

Our solidarity with one another, awe others, is the measure of our being…

The True Meaning of a Hill of Beings

The high maintenance folks
Were sent back
To first class
Fore a remedial steak in reality
To yearn
What they had not
The prize of beings
And what it truly means
To be
King of the hill
Mountin’ to nothing
And good standing
Next to won another

God welcomes the pour…of spirit…

Well, Come Homme

God souled
Awe that
God possessed
To the pour of spirit
Like heir
That we breathe
Living with abandon
That dusty throne
As pawned an eternity a go
Having discovered homme-lessness
Be gets
Such mortal doings
Relegated on awe sides
Picking up on
Such wayward litter
And know vagrancy at the in
Getting beyond avail
That’s will
And sow much more than a sip
Well
Come homme