Lasting till tilting,
The gumption of the latitude,
Strikes and pacifism.
Loudly jumping, coaxing garage sales.
Rewind statues, bottle Jackson Hewitt.
Never games on top of Cadillacs.
Weeping, cold wiping talent cookies.
Private lounges tribe fount ludicrous poppies.
Locked eyesores a sight for looking round.
Pirate pizzas bouncing.
Inebriated stegosauruses playing pool.
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Rage at the king, get a piggy back.
Reel in a mastadon, cage a queen.
Drag a poppy lark, seep a quandary.
Pop a quiz down the inlet,
Stripe a flame on the condo.
Rip a shredded beef, catch a pickled beet.
Jump to matching quartermasters,
Sing a soliloquy.
More’s the merry, quite to carry.
Lift a bunny head, bite an ear.
Pole a chopping block, suit a stranger.
Yellow upchucks, circle chainsaws.
Broken wagon, bumping along.
Syrupy servant, slave to the throng.
Apple core, garbage maker.
Slide down the chute, sweet as paper.
Eleven angels, swept away.
Sunny anthem, better day.
Eggshell happy, loud triumphant.
Nothing sacred, nothing wanted.
Up the downspout, close the question,
Get’r done. Put on headset.
Leave a jury, make a note.
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Walking on water
Is possible
If you are God,
But Jesus said
We would do
Even greater things,
With the power
Of the Holy Spirit.
It’s hard
To believe that, though,
When I get so caught up
In my own limitations.
Sometimes I wonder
If God can really use me.
But God used the apostles,
And they were
A ragtag group
If there ever was one.
But I am not a preacher,
Or a healer,
Or a teacher.
What can God
Do with me?
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Arrest the pest,
Hard pressed to confess.
Run in circles,
Spreading tentacles
Around the mantels.
Quiet stages,
Goofy faces,
Scary places.
Lines going through
Pieces of you.
Tonsils twisted,
So tight-fisted.
Liposuction covered,
Merry-mothered,
Sasquatch bothered
To tell the smothered.
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Looking through a glass darkly,
I see the plank in my own eye.
Loving with weakening arms,
I cannot carry the weight I once did.
But I do my part, if only that
Which leads me down a trampled path
In a clearing, in my athletic shoes.
Safe in my mind, with reckless abandon,
I drive my car down the street.
Obstacles escape my path.
I am new to this world.
Why not?
It’s worth a try.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 