The magic that frees the soul faith in a Higher Power to extol things change when you do his His will the miracles that give one a thrill
to fly the soul needs no magic carpet you are the designer of its final target left, right, good, evil, up or down if it was a circus you could be the clown
happiness involves a simple change in attitude made by those who have much gratitude thinking of and doing for others we are all brothers from different mothers
a loving God who is Father to us all remembering our rise from the Neanderthal enjoy this life that we have been given believe it or not this is heaven
always be motivated by the best of intentions always be ready to ask the right questions sometimes it is best to keep the mouth shut easily done when stuffed with a cream filled donut
so the magic you see may come from any direction today make sure you do not miss it’s detection
he tried to strangle the keyboard the words were stuck in outer space everything read like the congressional record every idea seemed to be out of place
the poem would not get off of first base it blatantly lied to me with a straight face it giggled and laughed and called me names it made every attempt to go up in flames
finally I declared enough is enough time for the poetic muse to get tough this poem needs a topic like death or love compromise said the poem, lets talk about the God from above
the Creator who makes all things possible the One whose concept is philosophical keeping balance in the Uni-verse, day and night and when we accept, everything is just right
the list goes on for those who are forever grateful an inside job whose attitude is delightful having the courage to build on a foundation of faith to fend off the curse that is cast by the wraith
the Almighty was benevolent and the words erupted all is good when the Spirit is trusted even the poem gave a sigh of contentment the last thing anyone would want is a resentment
another poem inspired by Providence trusting in the All Powerful’s competence .
ME and the Boss Poetry 