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Lofty Cups
How many tacos
Does it take to make a ton?
Loud carriages help lofty cups
Surround untold clocks.
Cooking is kooky when albums
Cooperate around white beaches.
Looking into burping houses,
I circumnavigate egghead books.
Piggy Does His Taxes
Wallowing in the mud,
The pig sees an opportunity.
Someone left a copy
Of TurboTax on the fence pole.
It’s past tax day,
But piggy is expecting
A big return this year,
So he hurries to get it done.
He pulls out his laptop,
Pops in the disc,
And gets to work.
“Can’t wait for those
Fresh oats and corn!”
A Leisurely Day
Jump into a pile of leaves.
Ride your bike down a hill.
Run a marathon or two.
Capture her smile in a Kodak moment.
Slide underneath the covers
In a nice, warm bed,
On a crisp, cool night.
Sleep well.
Free Moments
Sift your thoughts.
Jump on your horse.
Ride into the distant setting sun.
Close your blinds,
Lay down and rest.
Be happy when life is good to you.
Put on your trousers,
One leg at a time.
Dream up a cure for cancer,
In one of your free moments.
Sweet
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Pee-yew
Snail’s pace, rocking chair rhythm.
Elmer’s glue stuck to my shoe.
Wading through the filthy bog.
Clothes are soggy and pee-yew!
Sloppy eating while perched on
A tree limb, never stopping, on and on.
Gasping for breath in this sea
Of garbage and oil slick
Makes me so drastically sick.
Perseverance
A Miracle
Gliding along the currents of air,
I’m lifted by the light that shines on me.
Love permeates my being,
Like a spear piercing my side.
The nails are hammered through
My ragged wrists. I cry out,
My God, my God, why?
Have you forsaken me?
The dusk descends and they lower
My cross, loosen my body
And carry me to my tomb.
I stand on a mountaintop.
Throw yourself down!
God’s angels will save you.
Turn these stones into bread.
You are hungry. Go ahead.
Freedom! I am set free by God’s hand.
Risen at last and the tombstone
Is rolled away.
Contemplation
Drifting through inner space,
My mind will never win a race.
Can you feel the wind blow
Inside and out, it pushes me
To my destination. The spoon stirs
The tea in the cup.
Sweetened with sugar, I drink right up.
I’m falling asleep, but it’s only 9 a. m.
Look at all the trees beginning to bloom.
