I Miss Those Days

I miss those days. Those exciting days,when you go by eightand return by fourto be greeted by our innocent smile,tiny racing legs,short outstretched arms, small voices screaming ‘daddy, daddy’and warm embracethat only your legs received. I miss those days Those other daysWhen you still go by eightBut return before fourAnd unprepared,we scamper for orderat the …

Our Love Will Grow

If we’re as plainas our little ones if we seekto admit and amend, our love will grow. If we treadon this sincere path,we nurture itlike a tender seedling and it will glowwith many flowers. Get your FREE copy of my inspirational poetry chapbook, When I Became a Man, here

The Last Order

Often times, my hormonesThey come and sayLet’s have some funLet’s go buddyBody, let’s go. And I’ll say to them,A man under authorityAlways heeds,the last order.

Five Loaves, Two Fishes

At first we wondered, when he said,“bring them to me” But his wordswere no humour. Five small loaveswent beyond five hungry men. With every tear,each loaf stretched outeach fish lengthenedas though power was in every hand! Soon, five thousand menhad their fill -Like they rarely did.Women and children,thousands, satisfiedWith leftovers, enoughfor a dozen families All …

Ideas

Fly one wayLike a fugitive seeking asylumKnock the doorSee if the house owner is home,ready and willing. Fly another wayLike a refugee in urgent needKnock the doorSee if the house owner is home,ready and willing. Fly many waysLike seeds scattered by the sowerKnock many doorsSee if house owners are home,ready and willing. Dwell a dayNay, …

What Yahweh Can Do

Famished and stranded in a lonely desert,there wasn’t a glimmer of hopethat a wilting treewith leftover cherrieswas waiting somewhere Tempted and distraught,there wasn’t a modicum of assurancethat some unfortunate treethat was waiting somewherewould satisfy even halfa quarter of them But meat like rainand bread like dewwas the invention of Yahwehin a parched and dreary land …

Unity, Faith and Hope

Things are awryNothing is workingPrices are goin’ up Top guns aren’t sorryMore mess they’re creatingCorruption is eating us up Yes, conditions are drearyInstitutions are wastingBut we won’t let up Truly, many are wearyPeople are dyingBut we won’t give up The future seems scaryBut we won’t give inNo, we won’t give up! We won’t always worryWe’ll …