Long Tooth Poems

Wow! Another great title; I've faith you'll agree,
but we're just on line two now! Whole poem? (We'll see!)
One's faith's truth can't be fact! If it is, then Faith's dead!
And God weeps, for this thought makes Christ toast in Man's head!
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This new election feels like rape,
By scum and playground toughs,
With many I once thought were friends
Now cowards, powder puffs.
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Though people may long for a present from God,
How many embrace the new day?
Instead of unwrapping what lies at their feet,
Dark memories paint a cliché
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What Do You Hear?

Tell me what do you hear
When the Christ simply says
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There is pleasure in 'knowing' this life will be ending,
the space my flesh occupies 'opening up' (for 'not mes')
though my life has been great (I'd say fun for the most part!)
'Term limits' get my vote (more moral than murder most days
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You may call me simple, but I worship God,
This world proof enough He exists,
But when you add stars, although you think me odd,
This truth's not one my heart resists.
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Are there mornings you wake when your path isn't clear,
When the voices you care about buzz in your ear,
When the looks on coworkers' mugs fill you with fear,
When more distance seems truly much better than near,
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It's after the 'landslide? ' Thieves stole the election!
This traitorous scum bag's a Russian invention,
But 'Charmin' (1)for Putin (that's on a good day!)
For the dark side of Trump's just black art on display!
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There are people I think who consider me friend,
But I don't know for sure that they're right,
I may walk like a duck, even quack like a duck,
But I doubt that that means we won't fight.
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Fresh Leaves I

Ev'ry poem I write is a leaf on soul's tree,
If it never gets light, a reflection on me.
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