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The blue became a perp;

Just a man before work;

Eight minutes? Eight minutes!

“I can’t breathe . . .”

Blue, release that knee.

Have mercy.

Watching the aftermath,

Other blues scared to death;

A nervous wreck –

Gotta serve and protect –

Men and women with families

Standing, walking in solidarity;

Order, humility, modesty, civility

Blessings these are to humanity.

Blues, we need you;

We really, really do.

Protestors marching,

Walking, waving

Signs in procession

On a peaceful mission

Shadows of the dead

Reminding the Heads

Of State, we can’t wait . . .

No, we can’t wait;

We can’t breathe.

No more asphyxiation

Woe to our nation!

“In the dust of the streets,

Lie the young and the old”;

Both women and men have fallen

Pirates come a callin’

Reveling in the sadness

Opportunistic mercenaries

Highjacking tears

Destroying the years

Of work belonging to our neighbors

Anarchists and looters doin’ favors?

Pirates cheat and steal;

They do not a nation heal.

Spiral, spiral, will you stop?

Violence, anger, murder, threats,

Politicians hedge their bets;

“Election Day is coming soon!”

But can they heal so great a wound?

Dividing wall of hostility stands erect;

No mortal human can correct;


Nor Govs, POTUS, or Blues

Peace of another kind

Is required for such a time.

Our soul is sick; it’s evil;

We swim in hate, ‘cause the hate’s within.

Everyone wants to “win, win, win.”

The evil’s in us people.

All want justice; none can provide.

Ebbs and flows the election tide.

Peace and justice longs the heart

Before our union’s torn apart.

Look within we will, we must,

But all we’ll find is creation’s dust.

Upward must the gaze now look

To the one on himself he took

Debts and sins and iniquities

Canceling them out upon the tree.

Reconciling not only to deity

But also wide to humanity

Peace vertical

Peace horizontal

Cross-shaped peace for you and me

Tears down walls of hostility

Common ground establishing

Where sinners free come gathering;

A new Spirit we need and can receive,

If part of this new humanity you choose to be.

He implants peace within the dust;

Spirit and Word within remakes us.

O Revival! How long must we wait?!

O America! I pray it’s not too late.

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Cigarettes and Metal

Vague recollection

Early morning detection

Eyes are clouded, thin

Ears not yet dialed in

A familiar scent wafts

Reaches, breezes into lofts

Where a young man wakes

At his father’s exiting gait

4am to Maysville

Cigarettes and metal

Driving far for that paper

Safety cautious labor

Pull down the hood

Strike ‘at arc good

Bond to the base

Weld it like lace

A familiar aroma blankets

Hourly worker wages

5pm up the Double A

Cigarettes and metal on the way

Car resting on gravel

Aches accompany the rattle

Chevette no gas remaining

Golden Arm now finds resting

A familiar fragrance returns

Post dinner cigarette burns

Polka dot cap on its hook

Jeans & shirt find their nook

9pm the aura of dad

Cigarettes and metal ain’t so bad

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Up to Six

Up to Six: A Poem
Up to six
To get our fix
Sometimes you
Sometimes me
Shaking off sleep
Taking that leap
Into the day
Into the fray
“God’s kingdom come
His will be done”
We offer in prayer
Gasping at that hair
Depression creeps
Loneliness peaks
Faith awakens
Hope beckons
Drinking at the well
Joy begins to swell
Brew is ready
Strong and heady
Smelling, walking
Searching, looking
A vessel worthy
Alas, all dirty
A silent meme
Turns a teeming stream
Activity bustles
Everyone hustles
Into the fray
Into the day
Better get that fix
Up to six

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A Cup Full of Mirror

A ring now forms,

brown and worn,

too tired to refill it,

too burdened to remove—

its contents remain;

if they could speak,

of tears and worry and pain

they would leak

into the ears

of those who could hear.

My coffee cup . . .  my coffee cup.

I stare into it,

cold and bitter now,

my soul it mirrors,

no know how,

lack of pow-

-er, lack of control,

be still, my soul.

Does He hear?

My heart laid bare,

O Father, please draw near!

My coffee cup . . . my coffee cup.

Aged and unstirred,

needing a good shake,

ready to be served,

past its time for drink;

commentary of a man

in a desert land

upon whom God from heaven

must descend with drink

of solace and peace and healin’,

bring me back from think-

-in ’bout my coffee cup . . . my coffee cup.


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A Poem: Lord, You Are So Kind

Lord, you are so kind,
Each day I find
Your patient grace,
Even in this place
Where shadows darken
Nor does pain hearken,
Yet, your kindness shines.
Lines escape me!
Signs as numerous
As trees in a forest!
Lord, you are so kind,
Each day I find.

Thank you Lord Jesus.

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