flowers need water lack of rain is apparent what is God planning
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those who can’t, teach critics who can’t, preach the human form of the leech
it is so easy to pick on others done by those who don’t like their mothers the loners who can’t be like brothers
governments just wanting to placate the herd politically correct and gender neutral preferred unfortunately love has become a passé word
woe is the man whose ego is right sized by the really sick he is totally despised as a milk toast he is characterized
keep on praying, don’t be afraid big money has manufactured this charade they know that there is no free in free trade
there will come a day that no one can predict one can only hope that it will be a peaceful conflict hopefully it is the winning side that peace has picked
today, try to make your own choices be wary of the devil and his many voices don’t let social media control your devices
don’t teach, don’t preach, share the love vote for those who believe that there is a God above and just stay out of the way when push comes to shove
Elfje: (Cinquain) Classic: each word only one syllable.
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change move on do it twice try to or else switch
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Haiku: (5-7-5, nature and seasons the topic)
. springs chilly drizzle sky covered by low gray clouds first robin appears .
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quarter of a century in recovery every day a new day of discovery learning to accept all of life’s changes enjoying the chance to be outrageous
I pray every day to walk the walk sad are those who just talk the talk it is easy to accept when God is in control body, mind and soul He makes us whole
sobriety promises us many things a chance to unravel the heart strings a new freedom from past regrets friends who we can count as assets
an attitude that includes no fears a desire to be of help to our peers happy, happy, happy for others a choice to be part of a band of brothers
knowledge of feelings that keeps expanding finding a God of our understanding a kindness we are glad to repay living this life no other way . . ME and the Boss
ME and the Boss Poetry 