Number Seven – Poem

Number 7 Man

Even when I do all 6 tasks just right

You still focus on the seventh

Which is done, just not quite…

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Your kudos last but a minute

Criticisms never stop

It’s annoying just like dripping water

Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop (it)

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7 is a symbol… of perfection

Is that what is needed to avoid rejection?

How about 6.99?

Will 6.99 secure your affection?

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As You turn Love into Math

You’re turning joy into pain

Can we scratch number 7?

So, His Passion can reign!

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Can we cover one another

For as long as we’re alive?

I have never met a 7

Not even a 6.5

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The Plea of a Gnarled Tree – Poem

woman tree

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. I’ve been thinking about you a lot

You capture attention – mine surely got caught

So, here’s my reaction to your heartfelt plea

The plea of a gnarled and exhausted tree

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This detail won’t stroke your ego

It won’t make too many mentions,

but the road to hell is paved with details,

or is it ‘with good intentions’?

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Never mind…

I know you mean well,

Still, one cannot ‘good-deed’

Their way out of hell…

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Even so…

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In doing good we must leave no stone unturned

Yet, Grace is a Gift which cannot be earned…

This gift is not carved into tablets of stone

We cannot reach peace on our own…

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Bread can be hardened, and yet

You can never turn stone into bread…

The truth’s independent of one’s belief

If you bite into stone, you will break your teeth

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Some say truths are many, but how many are there?

And how can those ‘truths’ contradict one another?

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There is only One… for the old and the youth

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“What makes me think that I’ve met the Truth?”

I am Free Finally – I take that as a proof

There is mercy and grace for those who repent

Even to the gnarled trees that are twisted and bent.

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OMG, I Love Your Hair!

Beautiful Girl with Beautiful Hair

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OMG! I love your hair!

I hear, yet again

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Question:

Is IT an artistic or political statement?

‘None of the above’, I claim…

Question:

‘Is it really yours?’

‘Yes, I guess. I didn’t pay’

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‘Amazing! Great!’

‘Although,’ (me again)

‘I can’t keep it when I’m dead.

So, can I really say it is mine…?

Yes, I guess, but no – it’s not…’

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Here, a pause… It’s followed by

An awkward & ironic smile.

Uncomfortable silence falls

Until… another passes by…

Right now, she hears – “Rapunzel, Wow!”

‘What a queen indeed. Your hair is so fly.’

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‘Yes, I know…’ I hear her say…

With every tooth on full display

The Hair Show must go on, with another muse…

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Oh, Lord – don’t let me be misunderstood,

You’ve blessed me indeed with long and thick hair

Even in those places where hair should be spare.

Yet,

My eyes have seen this amazing crown

Pulled with so much hate amongst pain and lies…

Shaved, in less than a minute, with a primitive razor;

While Love’s eyes compelled mine to pay close attention!

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It seems so unfair that,

She pays two hairdressers every single day

Buying IT from her who’s compelled to sell…

So her child can eat, at least one more day…

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The other one’s hair is the enemy’s nest

She is lacking drinking water; her scalp’s in distress

She is homeless. Yet, on her head, parasites reside

They seek nutrients, in her blood, which they fail to find…

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Still… My eyes enjoy its beauty –

Long, short, slick, locks, natural and wigs

Just,

‘LOVE’ sounds like an overstatement,

‘LIKE’ meets the expression’s needs.

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Finding God

lost found searching

You don’t just find God in Love, although

So many people like to think you do…

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You find His Love break through our hate

You find him in joys, but more in despairs

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You find him in pain and in rain

You find him at night and during the day

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He is all the time. God is everywhere…

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Yet, here is the most beautiful thing

About finding Him…

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When you cannot find – you can’t even search

Your heart is too tired and too weak to care

He will find you…

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Wherever you’re at…

In sadness, in pain,

In the storm, in the rain

He is there.