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Porridge

There once was a boy named Georgewho hated eating porridge. He would a yuck and yack cough and hack all before his tongue even knewif it truly tasted like shoes His mother’s brow gave him a scowl and said a little taste will do.If he gave it a chance he might like it too. TheContinue reading “Porridge”

9-5 Time clock

I clock in and I clock out I drive the same route The steps I take The moves I make The same routine, habitual and mundane.Sunshine or rainAll to sustain I sacrifice my time in comparison to a dime. Minutes ticking away. Moment passing away. Each second I miss I can’t reminisce  I have toContinue reading “9-5 Time clock”

Single Beat of a Drum

My poems tend to have a single tone. Like water meeting a stone. Or the ring of a phone. Maybe at some point a new rhythm will begin.Until then I’ll just follow my pen and ride it till the end. Because truthfully, I don’t know what to do to find a new tune.Maybe all thisContinue reading “Single Beat of a Drum”

I Am Always Watching

I sit in the corner and watch it all,you won’t believe the things I’ve saw. I watched you eat and watched you play.I have even heard the things you say. I know when you shower or brush your teeth.Or when you’re happy beyond belief. I attend every celebration I am present during special occasions. IContinue reading “I Am Always Watching”

While He tells us many promises. Tomorrow isn’t one of them.

What is a mistake other than a lesson to be learned?Not a memory that needs to burn. I can look backand a lot of time I was off track mostly because of the knowledge I lacked. It’s okay to backslide,as long as you find the right path in time. But time is a tricky thingContinue reading “While He tells us many promises. Tomorrow isn’t one of them.”

Father’s Plan

Father, I may not understand your planbut I put my faith in You not man. I know that You hold me tight,and I know Your timing is right. Some days just seem so tough.I wonder when enough is enough. Everyday is a struggle just to survive.Some days I don’t even have the strength to try.Continue reading “Father’s Plan”

My Tongue

My lips always fail my brain.Always a constant source of shame. The image I articulate and prepare to say,my tongue becomes broken, unable to relay. I say yes when I mean no and no when I mean yes.Everything is always a second guess. I stammer and stutter, unable to express.I make everything a total mess.Continue reading “My Tongue”

What Not To Do

What was the devil thinking when he fell?Did he think he could escape hell? He was already guarding the mercy seat.Did he really think the Lord, he could defeat? What about Jonah and the big fish?Did he really believe he could escape from God’s wish? What about Moses and the Israelites?Was it not enough toContinue reading “What Not To Do”