Its one, two, three, four in tha morning, and i’m wishing it was time
To draw a kiss from your lips and fall into your eyes
Whisper in your open ear, a poet’s lullabye
Its 1 2 3 4, and i’m wishing it was time

read tha full poem, here

What if logic was man-made

real talk.
what did come first?
tha chicken or tha egg?
I need to know.

f*ck.
what came first?
me needing to know?
or me?

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So here is my second post of tha day. As promised, i am posting tha “winning” poem from my Mother’s Day/Father’s Day Poetry Challenge. I must say, I didn’t receive nearly what I hoped, as far as entry numbers are concerned, but it is not about quantity if you have quality…

Thank you to all who did enter, and keep an eye out for tha next POETRY CHALLENGE !!!
Here is tha “winning” poem…

No Division

Pulsing with quickened pace
I feel the blood moving
thumping in my ears
with the stark realization
that I have spent years
creating a false division

As I feel my blood pressure rise
Can it be?
Am I looking through my father’s eyes?
I’ve stuck to the plan
Strived and moved toward being my own man

I work hard as he did
I’ve got that ethic
A relic of former days
Not common to a man my age
To wanna sweat to earn his wage

So I stand here
Faced with this difficult physical task
Slowly reach to my face
Only to find it is a mask
For the man I really am
I am him
I am me
And there is no division

from “Jerry”
age 32

THANK YOU JERRY !!!

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*photograph by Deborah Willis – “My Father, My Son: Thomas and Thomas”

Two posts today – this first one is of a poem a wrote a couple of years ago now, and can be found in tha POEMS list to tha right. I recently came across some video footage of my Father at work on a small-town church steeple. I could be wrong, but he may have even donated his time on this particular occasion. But don’t get me wrong, high and hazardous work, including tha restoration of steeples, is how he earns a living. I just thought many of tha images and symbols in these video clips complemented tha poem perfectly.

What do you think????

The day this video was shot was exactly one year after my father had a horrible accident at work. Suffering a number of broken bones, inluding a femur and a shattered ankle, he was not able to even take one step during many of those months. It was sad how quickly he seemed to “lose” much of his hard-earned strength from a lifetime of labor. But what was even more amazing was how fast he got it back. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks and you certainly can’t keep a good man down. If he doesn’t embody these two statements I don’t know who does. Despite my wishes, he was soon back to his old “tricks” – climbing and performing dangerous tasks. I think its about more than earning wages. Its got to be. I mean, I know his wage earning is all about “providing,” but there’s something more there, as well. To see tha world everyday from a bird’s eye-view. He really is such a care-taker and provider, too.

Perhaps he is perched on high so that he may always see his children….

Happy Dad’s Day, Dad

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