I’m craving
a solid
saucy steak
perfectly seared
slightly pink
in the middle
real
bad
Add sides
of sautéed mushrooms
caramelized onions
and buttery steamed
asparagus stems
And a big
baked potato
loaded
sour cream
bacon bits
chives
Now…
Where to go?
DoorDash?
Grubhub?
Uber Eats?
I’m eagerto cast youin my lifetime movie You, however,determineyour role Perhapsa red-hot flameor a comic foil A wise,seasoned sageor fumbling fool A jaded,tragic jerkor sassy sidekick Please choose me,my true-believingday dreamer And togetherwe will captureepic character arcs
I Am Just SayingWhen Jesus blessed the persecutedhe was not recruitingan armyof understudiesto weave wooland spin yarnseasily unraveledonly to hirescribes and Phariseesto cry in courtsof public opinionabouttheir oppression.He did notwant that.I am justsaying… What Exactly Am I Saying? If you spend a little time with the poems on this site, you might notice how often…
Author’s Note: I wrote this poem a few summers ago when I saw racism take a more visible hold in our country again. At the same time, I was struggling with weeds from the empty lot across the street invading my lawn at the same time, so I tried to make a comparison between the two. The heat I mention in the last stanza is meant to represent putting somebody through a refining fire that will hopefully change hate into, at the least, understanding. Please share this poem if you appreciate my thoughts and want to help convert the toxic weeds that have invaded our gardens.
Today, again, children are caught in the crosshairs–innocent victims of political rage.
Dream. Scream. Skip. Trip. Try. Cry. Crown. Frown.
Dive into a world where each genre reveals a new facet of life’s journey. From the depths of horror to the heights of inspiration, these opening sentences of an autobiography invite readers on a journey through love, terror, redemption, and cosmic exploration, all bound by the thread of life’s constant revisions.