Meter Cheater

My poems are like a puzzle where you have to crack the code,

And sometimes just aren’t clear like all the greatest song and ode.

But if it is impossible to learn from them or glean,

Then maybe it is you who never knows what things all mean.

 An Apple One Day 

Hospitals are needed where there's pain and aches and strife.

So maybe there will be one in each choice of afterlife.

And who could be the people that in hell would have that curse?

Well maybe all the doctors who made everyone feel worse.

 Thank you God

Of course you’re glad to not be like the people who aren’t you.

But they might also see your life and be quite happy too.

 

Poem
 
I don’t pray to Dayle
I just say hey to Dayle
 
 
Poem
 
I forgive my enemies for all the things they do
I forgive my enemies because I am one too

I forgive my enemies who all do stuff from hell
I forgive my enemies because I’m one as well.

 My Poems are not the Ten Commandments

There’s something different from my poems that ten commandments do,

And it is not because of only how they talk to you.

Ten commandments tell the rules of do not lie and steal,

Nothing in my poems is that no matter how you feel.

But there is yet another way that all my writing’s not

The writing in the bible and the thing that Moses got.

It has to do with holiness and levels of what’s great

And what is so important that it needs a tablet slate.

I’m pretty sure no matter who will find these poems so nice

That for a bible page at all my work will not suffice.

And that is why the church all thinks there won’t a sequel be

But I still like to read my poems to those who humor me.

 Anxiety Order

Would you rather all your fears to never then come true,

Or have the bad things happen but be peaceful with no clue.

I will take the peacefulness but also not the pain,

Or maybe just a mix of it that’s normal, safe, and sane.

 Rowdy Mobs in Quiet Books

In English textbooks they will say the trends of different times.

And literary movements where agreement was in rhymes.

Explaining the philosophy of every major school,

And noting all the major artists, whether wise or fool.

And sometimes it is stupider and sometimes it is smart

But don’t you want your own opinion of this life and art?

 Racism Pox

To judge a person without cause is quite an ugly sin.

A bad disease that no one wants is “racist pox” on skin

 Hinges

There’s nothing really stupider than turning Jesus down

And not accepting all his love that saves each dying town.

In fact, the price you pay for never trusting in his name,

is quite an awful punishment that somehow is the same.

So what you get when you ignore the greatest of all news,

Is simply that you didn’t choose the thing you didn’t choose.

  

 Soul Line

My blood is not the blood of Christ

Whose life was pure when he got iced.

I’m just a person, not a God.

Who lives each day on threatened sod.

And yet I truly do descend 

From those who Jesus will defend

On Judgement Day and say we’re clean

And on our own mind didn’t lean.

The spirit came and touched us all

And saved us from the early fall,

And all disciples told the next

Who at one time had been so hexed

But then were saved and born again

With freedom from a life of sin.

So something great was passed along

In breath or word or church or song

And while I’m not so innocent

And sometimes curse or angry vent,

God says that I am still his child

So killing me is nothing mild.

Tell them you called me "Zitty Bitch."

Well that’s the name when you got fame

Because I stank and overdrank

the coffee, coke, and stuff from folk

who judged me when I’d always sin

and often fail and fall and wail

and all my work was too berserk

and people said I should be dead

and then the smell of course was hell

for everyone who took my fun

‘cause I’m a waste and never chaste.

And yet so cold and prudish old,

With darkened heart and lousy art,

Well if you love to float above

And sneer at me so hatefully

Then what you might enjoy one night

Is judgement day where you can say

To God and the humanity

Who chose to see Christ on a tree

Is that you find his work unkind

And ugly too, not good like you

And tell him where you’ll go that’s fair

the place with fire that you desire.

 Fruit Snack Poem 2

I give my neighbors fruit snacks
When they knock upon my door
And that is why it’s sticky
Cause they always want some more

Poem 1

A reason Jesus came to see
How people feel when we are we
Is so we’d know that he’s the key
And care for others who aren’t me
But how empathic must you be
To know that no one wants the tree

Poem 2

achievement pays but so does pain
When life is hard your soul will gain.
And yet it seems to be the deal
when people work to earn their meal
That some will get the soup to stir
and I’m the one with character 

Fruit Snacks Poem

Wow, guy with the

 gushers T shirt 

on the train.

"Fruit juice is thicker than water."

Poem 2

The flowers keep coming but everyone knows I failed at the ice skating performance and had no business being a skater at all in my jeans and long sleeve cereal brand shirt. I mean I just skated around the rink flipping birds at the crowd and some people found it liberating in some way and I got the high score and a bronze medal. And they want me to shoot birds during the medal ceremony too but it might be during another country’s national anthem. Well all the more reason to go for it depending on the country and whether or not they use electric shock gloves there. You thought I was going to say Russia well who needs Russia when you have ice. Get it? Ice?

 Poem

Pretend you’ve never seen me before. And then I will pretend to recognize you and say hey I think you went to my high school. And then you say hey I did go to that high school and then I say are you still allergic to raisins and I say yeah that was me and then I say I’m sorry I pushed  you down in the lunchroom and then you say hey I forgive you and then we give a talk at church about it and pass the plate if you know what I mean. Hmm what do you mean. I mean we could probably collect two hundred dollars and buy some steak and eggs at the diner. Hmm I was thinking Red Lobster. Cool it is a deal. I mean if you think about it we could collect enough money for everyone to go to Red Lobster. Yeah and honestly I think that might turn out to be the actual church experience that people were looking for.

 The Chief End

I want to give an offering

And to the greatest altar bring

A life of virtue, great success,

Some famous prayers that I confess.

And say to God it just was him

Who made the others seem so dim.

But as my dreams are torn to shreds

And all the hopes turn into dreads

I have to look for other ways

To share the love of heaven’s rays.

So what is left when life is done?

Forgiveness prayers just like his son.

 Fifi was a forgetful person and she got a lot of Cs in her classes for the nursing program at her community college.  But she liked her major and she liked people. She felt like in real life she would not forget to do the important things for patients.

On social media, there were a lot of articles about new technology, and one of the articles was about a new memory device where you could put on a pair of glasses and see someone else’s memories.  Fifi thought this was very interesting and went to the website to order some. The glasses were arranged by name of the person who had offered their memories for the program, receiving a cash bonus if someone bought them. Fifi saw one of her friend’s names on the list. It was a guy from her nursing program named Fred.  Fred sat in the back of the class and had done his internship at the same hospital.  She thought he was cute and wanted for him to get a cash bonus, so she bought his memories.

When the glasses arrived, Fifi was shocked to find that a lot of his memories were from watching her and caring about how she did in class, and her responses when the teacher called on her.  Fifi sorted through all the memories and found that some of Fred’s memories were from him thinking about her when he was at home, and viewing her facebook page. She realized that he must really like her.  But the strangest thing was that viewing his memories made her do better on her tests and quizzes, and she started getting As in school.  

Fifi had an idea and sat down to make some valentines that said “I love you Fred.” It was on pink and red construction paper, and she sat there for about an hour and then looked at his profile online, and then rested and daydreamed about him. She daydreamed about them getting married.   Then she put on some blank glasses and transferred her memories to the glasses.

The next day in class, Fifi handed the new pair of glasses to Fred.  She said, “I think these memories will help you study.”  Fred said, okay, and put the glasses on right there.  During the class, Fred watched Fifi’s new memories and found her surprise for him.  He was so happy and asked her to go to a restaurant with him and then be married.  They now work at the same hospital and have discovered the cure for many diseases by reviewing people’s memories in the health field who could not remember everything they were taught. 

 Poem

There’s more to life

than jelly beans

But not that much more

 Afternoons offend me

The heat on each tree.

When the clock says 4 pm

It really says you’re a bm.

What I like is the night

With a cool breeze in sight.

When it says 8 oclock

It means I don’t smell like a sock.

 A Good Place

It could be like childhood or a yummy piece of pie,

We imagine heaven and how life is when we die.

What we know without the answers as to if it’s joint,

It’s most of all, relief for those who have no reference point

 New Rendition 

God is not deceitful and 

it’s not his fault at all

That Adam ate an apple and 

humanity would fall

And yet there is a trick that works 

a lot like lock and key

And that is the reversal from 

Christ’s torture at the tree. 

 Caution

God is keeping me at a distance

In case I say something racist.

Like if I eat mexican food and say

“I wish I was Mexican.”

That is over the line for him,

And as it is, I have some people

I will already have to apologize to

Before they themselves 

Are tossed into the lake of fire.

 Personal Statement

If I was a doctor I would

Collect gallbladders.

I would keep them in a jar 

But sometimes put one in my hand

When I shake someone else’s hand

And say gotcha! Ha ha ha!

Like a hand buzzer but slimy.

Then I would let them keep it.

It’s not that hard to find a good doctor

But it’s not that easy to digest some things.

 This poem is a classic

I had an idea for an art sculpture

Called prayer machines,

Where there would be a mechanical process

to generate prayer requests

For complicated population combinations.

But I didn’t get into art school, 

and years after I had the idea,

My friend sent me a video

Of some other artist

Who created a colorful whirligig

“prayer machine.” Similar to my idea

But without the actual prayer requests.

Without the love and people.

Without the missing art degree.

My poems didn’t get published, either,

after twenty years of depression survival.

It makes life seem meaningless,

but maybe instead of my poems,

teachers can go find

an actual piece of crap

on the sidewalk 

from a homeless person,

and bring it into the classrooms,

and have the students worship it.

A Certain Kind of Love

A certain kind of love is when you’re stuck with those who hate you.

And if they all could question God, they’d choose to just negate you.

And they know you’d do anything to be there anyway,

So then they make that happen with the things they do and say.

A problem here, a problem there, whenever you seem happy.

They’ve studied all your feelings so they make you feel most crappy.

And yet you try to help them all until the day you die,

When they will face their shame and you can also ask God why. 

 Unfriending Zuckerberg

I lost my friends on facebook as the algorithms stole,

a lifetime's work and suffering were wasted as a whole.

We all came through with updates in the kinder early years

But monetizing changed it fast and left my pals in tears.

And since you traded all our friends to glorify your name

The angels fly above your yacht and they are chanting, “Shame.”

 Learning Your Lesson

I heard you have a question for your day at Sunday school,

And only not to ask it is what makes someone a fool.

But I know what you’re thinking so I’ll answer it right now,

And what to know is Jesus never sinned, no way no how.

And please don’t be ridiculous or say that I am odd,

Because I know your question was “Did Mary spank our God?”

 Mass Movements

An empty church could be a sign of people who don’t sing

Or maybe it's a humble and disguised commissioning.

Main Export

Think of all the cash we’d have and how some things would be

If government could find a way to sell hypocrisy.

Judgement Day

Hahaha this poetry is fun to just ignore

But I will get my “well done” grade and you will get a “poor.”

The Ledge of Allegiance

Some want social justice or religious liberty.

Rarely it is both and that’s the issue I can’t see.

There’s a third one in the mix- without it we will fall

And that’s the fact that either thing is meant to be for all.

Waging 

To work for pay instead of “justice” might create enough,

Cause time and time again, we see that you just want our stuff.

Tax Forms

Corporation slavery wage or socialism’s dues.

That’s a problem option though we’re always free to choose.

 Leaves of Class

A mentor’s like a shady tree that towers kindly over me

And blocks the burning summer rays that threaten all my fleeting days.

They help me calmly plan my path, and take a break to do my math.

And when I want to teach instead, they drop an apple on my head.