MERLE TURNIPSEED Old man Merle Turnipseed Lived on a farm infested with stinkweed. All of his neighbors heartily agreed Merle Turnipseed was strange indeed. His teeth were green, And his teeth were few, His breath smelled like monkeys From eating…
Category: Original Poetry
I am there but not there. Of what’s become of me I‘m barely aware. There is no clear context For what happened before Or what will happen next. When someone speaks to me, I hear every other word, Then simply…
GOD IS People say that God is dead, But what if people Are instead? His Teaching holds truth eternal, While humankind swings from Good to, well — infernal. His Sacrifice is love perfected, While our works are flawed And selfishly…
I WILL FIND ME I will find me in a tattoo, Yes, that will undoubtedly do. In my new reflection My true colors spring alive, Colors bright and shining, Formerly inside. Part of me, the mental me, Is mad as…
ONE BY ONE I live down here in the Sunshine State. I go to church Sunday mornings at eight. But our congregation is inching toward none Because we’re dying off, one by one. The troops are assembled in rickety formation,…