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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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