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Cancer–I Decide
This is a poem from the book Trilogy of Cancer–the Jolt, the Journey, the Joy. I put it together during my first bout of breast cancer; I filled it with songs written to familiar tunes; poetry; and things to do. Now I’m in my…
Worst or Best
How many times do you imagine the worst case scenario? Well here’s a chant that I wrote in the April Writer’s Digest PAD Challenge. That stands for Poem-a-Day all through the month of April. Don’t just read it. Create a tune for it and…
A Week of Weakness
Caught up—here’s #7 in PAD Challenge–Poem-A-Day—and this one is for today.—ANN A Week of Weakness Sunday I buy chips and eat some too Tuesday I swear off but the chips just flew to the bowl where they were just the day before Wednesday I…
Praise Acrostic in Movement
Almost caught up now–here’s #6 in PAD Challenge—ANN Praise Acrostic in Movement Praise to God for the gift of this day Raise both arms in a side-to-side sway And circle your self around and around Include high and low – then touch holy ground…
Chip Warning
And this is #5 in the PAD Challenge—ANN Chip Warning the warning should be there on package clear to see so one who’s overeating could readily agree that they’d been warned and really knew without a single doubt that if they ate one hundred…
Whosoever
Here’s #4 in the PAD Challenge—ANN Whosoever who in the world who is the answer who does something so much brokenness so much terror so much paralysis ever among us ever around us ever within us whosoever is called by one who said whatsoever…
Triangle Tri-Cube
Here’s #3 in the PAD Challenge I’m participating in—ANN Triangle Tri-Cube love your God mind—strength—heart and follow love others friend and foe just as you— love your self forgiving loving deep —————
The Clown
Here’s Number 2 in the PAD Challenge that I’m participating in.—ANN The Clown I’ve never been a bouncy clown bright – but not bouncy disheveled orange hair orange polkadot clownsuit and big red galumphey shoes but not bouncy I’m a silent clown and gentle…
The Day
The Day the night is dark and the day is done mistakes were made and the race not run then I sigh and think of a different way how I could have changed the entire day but I didn’t and now it’s over you…
The Girls
The Girls — he called them “the girls” this group of deer who still make their way across his lawn to the small space of woods on the other side of his street — “the girls” keep coming despite the Saturn dealer who cleared…
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Daybook of Personal Faith
Mama and Me
