Papa and Momma don't dance down the lane They don't skip to my lou or any such thing He has a limp from the war says he fell out of bed with a whore, But that ain't the truth Because truth ain't pretty or nice And Momma has been through too much A husband who …
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Toxic
There is anger in the air,poisoning all the tired souls,tired of being good and getting nowhere.While all the haters breathe easySpewing toxins into the atmospherekilling us, killing them,But they laugh while they diedigging their own graveswe die, too, at peace without actions.
Flying Free
They thought your trips and stumbles were the sign, the end was near, and whispered as you walked that the angel of Death had given you a fright. No one saw how the angels held your arm and let you stand, Walking straight and true with dignity and grace. Or how they whisper that everyone …
Walking into History
Upon a gilded balcony, history along with a couple of jokes was made. Jorge became Francis and the world was given another reason to hope. A good and humble, he thinks more of the poor than himself and now is pope. He choose to walk a simple path , may God's grace shine down, As …
Day follows Day
Day follows day Night becomes An endless series Of tosses And love untended Still grows Among the weeds and trash Forgotten but not In the heart that held it close Always There Always there.
Dust to Dust – A Principle of Love
Lust fades - said Pops But Love is constant yet mutable It changes as it grows ~ each year Blooming more beautifully than the last Until this mortal realm returns it to the dust To fuel and fertilize another flower
I am
I am what I am Not wholly innocent And far from guilty No matter what the little bird says Look inside and see me I am there in your heart Always and forever
Out The
Out the window goes the plans not so careful made out of the box goes the lines which impose formality on the educator's hall and in the window comes inspiration learning begins
At the
At the End A beginning round and round the wheel turns Where it stops the only the Universe knows
Day 4 of Gratitude: Poetry & Art
Today, I am honored to present the work of Marshall J. Stephens, friend and writer. I am grateful for both his friendship and the talent with which he weaves his words. Enjoy friends and readers. Grumble These are the days when we say We could have done so much more The lean days, the poor …
Lucinda Rose 