Poetry

Some Days I’m Roger Miller

Some days the lives

of husbands and wives

give me pause, time to reflect,

to turn around

and

some days I still

smoke stoagies (not bought but found),

glug grape wine

from a mason jar

like the Kansas City star I are

so hang me

from the highest tree–

’cause feeling good

was good enough for me

and still

some days I can

knuckle down, buckle down,

do it, do it, do it

but

someday–

lock, stock and teardrops–

I’ll be gone,

and these angry words spoken in haste

will have been

such a waste

of two lives

Poetry

The Coin Landed on its Side (haikus)

Flipping coins to see

who will win this light dispute

but they land sideways

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You have written words

that challenge mine every time–

please do not stop this

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In the end it takes

many heads to make many

tales of common themes

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There are numerous reasons to love poetry but my favorite will always be the changing and different perspectives. As I was reading posts the last few days, I noticed that some almost seem to be written as the antithesis of what I just wrote. I know that is most likely not the case but it is still fascinating how poetry goes back to the same subjects time and time again and few ever have the same opinion on it.

It’s a beautiful testament of individuality within a worldwide community. Community will always be important for humanity but not at the cost of the individual. We need people to ask questions. We need people to counter others. We need different viewpoints. We can agree and disagree or even agree to disagree at times. It’s still a community, it’s still poetry, and I am grateful for that.

Poetry

The Short Life of Death

Pyres set aflame with

products of the earth

to return the dust to dust

as the ground,

watered by the blood, sweat, and tears

of the many generations

screams dirges

for those still between

the dirt and the sky,

between the expanse of land and water,

between heaven and hell,

life and death–

but Death still smiles,

attempting to hold on

to what is not his,

an idea gripped firmly in his hands

like water

Poetry

Kyrie eleison

Learned about humility

twice this week alone,

the message sticks through it

but the hard head and sinful flesh

still prefer bandages

instead of cures

Lord, have mercy on me . . .

Went into a situation

guns blazing

when thought, tact, and prayer

were the proper tools,

I was a fool

and nothing less,

Lord, have mercy . . .

There’s hurt and harm

out here, God,

I know You know

and I know it’s in Your hands,

the author and perfecter

of faith,

to carry us over the finish line.

So I pray all the more

Lord, have mercy on us all.

Stuff

Cats (Because Why Not?)

Evidently it is National Adopt a Cat Month (or so I learned from a Mouse.)

Just so you know, cats are not for everybody. In fact, cats really aren’t for anybody. Cats adopt you by taking up room and board without paying and think that you should thank them. You find out if you’re a cat person in those instances because a cat person will fall for it. They’re precious and adorable con artists like that. They are not like dogs in the least but doggone it, despite all that, they can be great companions.

I have shared some pictures of the animals back home on Instagram but never on here for some reason. After all, they are a part of an ongoing writing problem I have 😉

Here’s a few of those “characters”:

So, see what entertainment you’re missing out on without a cat or two in your life? 😄