PRAXIS II

nerves are amp-ted
gears grinding in my mind
time to turn out the answers
to the questions
so foreign and sublime

Bad Poetry Day!!!

It is finally bad poetry day! The only day of the year that I can write bad poetry and not feel guilty by it all! So....here goes......hold on folks!

I feel like writing poetry.
The words I do not knowetry
I think they should be flowery
because that gives them...powery
And of course the phrases should rhyme
and they should do it all the time
but that is hard to accomplish
and I wonder if for lunch we'll have codfish
Because it is a day for really bad poems
I think this one will have no end...
for only a talent scout could unearth
the beginning of the end of this poem's dearth.
Alas, my time runs short.....
so I'll end this poem with the word......umm...the word
what's the word I'm looking for here? oh yeah!............
Daffodil!

I Choose

Yes, I have walked through the valley of the shadow of death.

And, I have known evil.

But, I choose not to do that any longer.

I have faced demons that had the same faces of the ones I love.

I have battled the devil in the form of those who “cared”.

And, I choose to forgive….and go on.

I have faced evil in the form of my own addictions and desires…

I have battled myself and lost….

But,

I have chosen to up my odds,

I have chosen to raise the bar and

I have chosen to Believe.

To Believe in a power higher than myself…

Call it what you wish…

I call Him, Father…

I call Him, Brother and

I call Him, my Savior.

And, now …

When I walk through the valley of the shadow of death …

I  fear no evil.

Happy Times

Happy times
Happy times
Though it be cloudy and rainin'
I got me some happy times.

I got a Lord to turn to
A Savior who cares
Family that loves me
and friends who share

Happy times
Happy times
Say it with me....
Hallelujah
I got me some
Happy times.

My Wish...

I wish the world could see itself as I see it

The mountains with their fearsome splendor

The prairies and their colors bright

The ocean with its waves crashing and

Its beaches…sometimes black and oft times white.

I wish the world could see it as I see it.

The grass so green and vibrant in its glory

The clouds transforming in the sky

The river flowing ever onward

Its water crashing from the falls overhead… so high.

I wish the world could be seen as I see it

Not as it is sometimes

With destruction

 Pollution

 War … tearing it apart

 And its people committing

 Genocide.

Sunshine

Good morning sunshine.
You make me smile.
Where have you been?
Haven't seen you in awhile.

Life sent me some tornadoes.
One, almost, blew me away.
How are you doing sunshine?
I sure hope this time you'll stay.

Sunshine, my only sunshine...
Oh, wait, I remember...you hate that song.
But, sunshine I'm glad you're here today,
and I hope your visit will be long.

Lost Sock Memorial Day

Why is it we make days to remember lost socks and frivolous things such as that....when we find it hard to remember those who have gone before us? Just a random question I started to ponder as I prepared for today's activities at work.

Lost Sock
Ohh my sock!
My poor, lost sock.
Did you wander far from home?

Oh my sock!
My dear, lost sock.
Are you scared, and all alone?

Um....sock?
My precious, lost sock..
My foot is getting cold.

Yo. Sock.
Psst...sock....
Where did you go?