The road from here is rocky danger /
And when we reach the end – who knows? / A peaceful path perchance yet stranger
I crave the inadequate, incomplete influx
Confounded why such phases bring sere blight; I ardently reject the counterfeit.
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Our Simple, Certain, / Somethingness / Abounds within / This Something Mess
A New Embarrassment of Riches…?
But listing all would cool the food…
The wheels came off,And foolishly… I kept driving… When I had a mechanicIn the passenger seat TheWholeDamnTime Wanting So badly … More
The curtain crashed before the show was o’er, / So no one got to see the very end.
These days, anyone who says the Bible is “crystal clear” on anything beyond “God is love” is immediately suspect in my mind.
I’d scoffed at hints of mirthful pith; I once thought bliss a baseless myth.
We seek to do what few can understand / It doesn’t mean it isn’t worth the doing…
I’ve never been so healthy.
Ted Cruz hinted at a naughty Limerick related to Joe Biden’s Thanksgiving plans. Perhaps Poet Ted and I have more … More
The chance to look backward is all bittersweet
Write More of this love You have Found!
others are here, and I bid them come, but I find a special warmth in our certain somethingness.
Oh, how the cam has changed our lives… For the better. For the worse.
That’s it. That’s the poem.