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Kidding Along…

Found a new hood

Not been here before

A father should

Know a bit more?

 

Driving me places

I’ve never been

Sights n cute faces

Go boy, I’m keen.

 

It’s fun to see

From half my height

Girl graze a knee

I’ll kiss it right.

 

Kids grow so fast

But I change most

Each day flies past

Like they eat toast.

 

Stir me crazy

Pump my pride

No time for lazy

Not on this side

 

Of sanity now

I’ve said farewell

Oh boy, oh wow

I’m feeling swell

 

Good one minute

Then fussy an hour

No medal for it

Toddler war power.

 

We both shall win

If sage I can be

Ain’t no sin

End up wiser than me.

 

Up so many nights

Strain my love thinner

Giving up the rights

Loved by this sinner.

 

Grace sure needed

For us to make it

My cry God heeded

Did not forsake it.

 

And so I die

On this parent cross

Pain joyfully high

Serving Christ my boss.

 

Abba! Perfect father

I sure ain’t

Your love rather

I want to paint.

 

 

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Blessed is the man

Who walks not in the counsel

Of the wicked, nor

Stands in the way of sinners, nor

Sits in the seat of scoffers;

But his delight is in the law

Of the LORD,

And on his law he meditates

Day and night.

He is like a tree

Planted by streams of water

That yields its fruit

In its season,

And its leaf does not wither.

In all that he does, he prospers.

The wicked are not so,

But are like chaff

that the wind drives away.

Therefore the wicked will not stand

In the judgment, nor

Sinners in the congregation

Of the righteous;

For the LORD knows

The way of the righteous,

But the way of

The wicked will perish.

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Killed on the road she named Loon

Dressed by God a green Goth

The headlights of a hoon

Snuffed the lamp of this moth.

Her Pa loved the moon

Her Ma eating cloth

Every full Pa would swoon

His mouth it would froth.

He, Ma would lampoon

Venting her wrath

Hitting him with a spoon

Swear at her pledge of troth.

Riding in her TV moon

Dashing Dave Hasselhoff

Watch Knight Rider reruns at noon

Stirred from her mourning sloth.

By the stereo lights last June

She dropped big Chris Noth

Hearing The Hoff’s mellow croon

Potent as love-spell broth.

Now myself you may harpoon

As indeed, so quoth

I this terrible rune

Trashing poesy as Rome a Vandel or Visigoth.

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Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.

Six days you shall labour, and do all your work,

But the seventh day is a Sabbath to the Lord your God.

On it you shall not do any work, you, your household…

Or the sojourner within your gates.

So day Seven is for rest and kinsmen. Tomorrow, Day Eight…

Perhaps pages I’ll write,

Until then they stay white,

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So tomorrow…Day Eight. Stay in and sever foreskins men.

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Fun pulled a wild heart

Sunny days love mate

Stress pushed her buttons

Cloudy days paint hate

Black as her soul

My depressions

White the isobars

Her chilly sessions.

Awake for what?

Energized bonepicking?

Asleep is God

Tired of my thinking.

Hot as her outside

Hells swimming whirlpool

Cold current sucks inside

Heavens drowning fool

High love ideals sink

Dreamt such in a daze

Low facts float

Reality – she plays.

Home was yelled

Micro good we two

“Away” she whispered

“Mega bad won you.”

Easy fall in

Down to a dark fight

Hard climb out

Up to peace and light.

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