Asking my Lord’s help Keep me from hypocrisy Today and always
Asking my Lord’s help Keep me from hypocrisy Today and always
Mid-August arrives Yellow buses fill the streets Summer always ends
Windows are open Chirps of crickets in the breeze A soft summer night
Leaves are lit from the street lamp behind Still bright green from springtime sprouting Still glistening from Sunday’s rain Waving
My poem-a-day project got off to an awesome start I would forego commerce, preferring to make art Then my time
Spring is springing The birds are singing It is a sunny day But the temps remain frigid This March lamb
Kissing tyrant ass Pretending he’s a hero Kim Jong-Un trumps him
A sore scratchy throat Sneezing like a snuff addict Take your vitamins