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
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.
Equal Opportunity
Adventurers go very far to find a special land,
Fossil hunters can’t believe what’s hidden in the sand.
Professors, too, philosophers, and theologians seek
For hidden truths and thoughts that they can share with all the meek.
Treasure hunting pirates find some gold in ocean space
Runners look for victory when they compete and race.
But if you do not want to be a person such as those,
Anyone can find impressive boogers in their nose.
Mercy and Salvation
The power’s in the service
Though this truth is often hid
You want to topple leaders
But the great already did.
Lock and Key
some people blame our God
for things that he has never done
and they will act like apple trees
were something really fun.
They’ll say that he’s a trickster
who has caused the fall of man
and then they say to curse him
if you think you ever can.
But there is just one trick
that tricks a bad deceitful heart.
And it is at the cross where all
can sing how great thou art.
The people seeking evil find it
near that racist place
where Christ was mocked and tortured
with the tears upon his face.
and yet their captured heart might find
a way to be set free.
For God reverses death and shows
his love on this new tree.
Basic Mental Health Care
When someone is depressed
With scary demons in their view
The crucial thing is no one needs
for you to be one too.
The Way it Works
I’m gay and cannot scrog a guy for we’d be brothers then.
And that’s the truth no matter who would say that it’s a sin.
But when I truly be myself as male it feels so good.
And makes me such a happy friend that wow I almost could.
World of Pain
Mental hurt can make the heart
Drop deep into the night,
Bringing chronic sadness that
weighs down the mind’s whole sight.
People with depression
Carry quite a burdened load-
And may in fact be in a swamp
With much a snake and toad.
They walk in realms and spirit lands
with scary evil powers,
And sorrow worlds that overlap,
Invisible with ours.
Shadows, threats and haunting loss
become a constant fear
And there might be attacks that bring a
scary legion near.
Surrounded by some gators
Or a demon evil elf,
We have enough bad foes right now
So don’t be one yourself.
What’s in it for me
God is very glorified when we do awesome things
And when we suffer well and show him thanks for what he brings.
But he is also glorious when he does stuff for us
And gives you what we need through storms and safety on the bus
So as I think of how to show the world that he’s a winner,
I think I’ll choose the option where I get a lobster dinner.
Final
Why is life so horrible with pain on every day.
All the news is sad with nothing comforting to say
But maybe we would feel alright and not give out a yelp
If we could even guess at all the people it will help.
Redo
There is bad stuff happening on every single day.
The news is being horrible in every single way.
But all of us might be more willing to endure this pain
If we had even hints of all the people who will gain.
Who What When Where Why
How could this be happening,
it isn’t what we want.
it doesn’t match our prayers or what
the people said up front.
But we don’t know what we would do
Or not be able to
If ways that God was helping people
we already knew.
Wal-Mart vs. Target
Welcome, muslims, to our land,
There’s a lot to understand.
America had civil war
and all the stuff they fought it for
And Coke and Pepsi market fights
and arguing with human rights.
Courts and protests, wins and loss,
Flag designs by Besty Ross.
Revolution, died up-on,
Sacrifice of those now gone.
Lots of people disagree,
Some of us will never see.
So while you work things out with God
You could upgrade your jihad.
Content Creator in God’s Ear
I try to post some jokes sometimes
And online share my clever rhymes.
I send some memes to overseas
But then run out of cash and fees.
I don’t look good in videos
But some excuse my problem nose.
A lot of people like my posts,
On facebook I will like their boasts.
I pray for them and ask for stuff
And then decide it’s not enough.
So who is wishing I’d be napping?
It’s God who hears my constant yapping.
What You Want From Your Hair Is Not There
You say that we appro-pri-ate and use the poor as charm
And decorate our lives with the minorities we harm
But you have done the same and just have hidden it more well
And still you look the other way when traffickers will sell.
So now the search for innocence has ended in a heist.
From people being much too proud to say it’s found in Christ.
Stars and Stripes for Never
Why aren’t people citizens, they did not get a chance.
They didn’t get a license after racists took their stance.
But then their so-called advocates betrayed them just as well.
Because there were no borders as our life became a hell.
And as for all the teeming masses coming to each shore,
They sure avoided taxes and a lot would wait some more.
So now we see a horror as the government has swung.
A generation’s crime is all a war against the young.
New poems
Resisting this, resisting that, within an angry mob
Why not fight your laziness and try to get a job
If you value service, work, and church and homes and life
then you’re a dirty racist who is brandishing a knife.
but if you stir up trouble just to be in history
then you’re a peaceful protestor who’s better off than me.
I will not be called a hypocrit
The 2020s were some years
that brought about a lot of fears
Pandemic, protests, wars, and loss-
fighting over who’s the boss
There were racists all around,
there were bodies on the ground.
There was hunger, cold, and heat-
politicians to be beat.
Gender people got so hurt.
Churches judged each ernie’s bert.
Immigration was the worst,
with children murdered last and first.
But still there’s heroes good and true,
essential workers serving you.
And something light amid the fright
is 20-20 means good sight.
February Surprise
I have some favorite holidays, it once was Halloween.
Because we all got candy, more than I had ever seen.
And then I favored Christmas with the gifts and happy cheer,
But now a different holiday is what I like each year.
As I became romantic and feel love that I can’t say,
I changed my mind forever and of course like Groundhog’s Day!
The Pen Point of an Ending
Maybe it’s a fail or maybe it was not so bad
Maybe it was good and that is why I now feel sad.
I tried my best and did the rest and worked so hard for years
And faced a lot of barriers with courage and with tears.
I took some risks with people and invested all I could
And learned a lot and stayed informed and worked hard like I should.
But now the ending seems to be what’s here and final, too.
And I wrap up this lifetime’s goal and did all I would do.
So maybe it is over and has been what it has been.
And all that’s left is just to shrug and do it all again.
A poet’s find
I’m searching for some metaphors and stumble on a scene
Where someone left a paper bag on grass that’s very green.
And in the bag’s a sandwich and a cookie and some punch,
So really what we’re dealing with is someone’s yummy lunch.
And was it just forgotten or is it a thoughtful gift
And can you trust the safety when the cost was very thrift.
And what should all the meaning be and what is symbolized
And how can I make sure this poem is quickly liked and prized.
Well maybe while I’m thinking I will eat this lunch that’s free
And guess that someone somewhere must have surely thought of me
But will the poem just disappear when I no longer dine
And someone comes to yell at me and says hey that was mine.
But I’m in charge of how this goes so maybe they were wrong.
And there’s a table full of lunches, then we sing a song.
Well that is nice and life makes sense but some things just aren’t free.
So 50 trillion dollars is the total you owe me.
"This is You"
The game that people liked to play
In year 2000 every day,
Was choosing some disgusting fool
And saying this is your whole school.
An ugly person in the news
Is usually who they all would choose
And then retort that “this is you.”
Who steals from kids and kills the Jew.
Your leaders or whoever’s worse
Would be the person they would curse
But they all meant much more by that
And wouldn’t even call you fat.
They wouldn’t say it to your face
But chose a rep to be your race.
And often it would be the vote
Or something bad that someone wrote
So you would feel some horror too
And know that mascot could be you.
And yet the guy who bore the cross
And saved us from eternal loss
Was not the symbol held up high
To lead us back to God’s great sky.
So now as violent mobs will fuss
I hope you know that Christ was us.
Winter Storm 2026
My people solve the other ice
When weather storms are not so nice.
Some martyrs fight the feds and die
While cops hurt migrants, kill and lie.
And then the poets chime right in
As if they also have no sin.
But I am loyal still to those
Who shovel snow with frozen nose
The workers, teachers, southern poor
Who went to church a whole lot more
And warm their homes and call and pray
And stay off roads for one free day.
They voted bad but had no choice
And that’s the fight that took their voice.
It’s not their job to solve it all,
But they are blamed for all man’s fall.
And then it snows and each depend
On workers, leaders, hosts and friend.
And things for granted much were took
And only some have read the book
That told us all to treat each one
The way we’d want it also done.
So while some stars might reap their work
I still respect those not a jerk
Who all get framed by politics
But live in simple times and sticks
Like crosses carried all their life
Like slaughtered lambs by country’s knife
And did their duties, not with thanks
And now contend with dwindling banks.