Resurrection

The sun shall rise again
And glorious light will shine
To fill this darkened den
With hints of the divine

It happens every morn
To all women and men
A chance to be reborn
The Son did rise again!


✝️🌹🥀🌺 Happy Easter! 🌻🌷💐✝️

In the Pocket

You can choose to play or not
The league requires dues
Feel lucky? Take your shot
The tournament ensues.

Fry-volity

 I found this dinosaur sized French fry today, I put it on a 10 inch plate to show how big it is, and after testing several samples can definitely confirm it's from the Fry-assic period 🤪

  Ok, sorry I'll go back to poetry now, bye.

Bridge Ahead

Who is steering the ship?
The route seems random at best
Like no one has a good grip
Of the helm as rough waters crest.

Who’s commanding this boat
And ordering it where to head?
Corrections made by those remote
Will sink us quicker than lead.

Who has control of this craft
Are they suffering memory loss?
It appears the captain may be daft
A Rubicon we'll have to cross.

Insubstantial

Are they kicking off the apocalypse
On the ominous eclipse?
Before we go any further,
It’s probably another nothing burger.

Reservations

He watched as the great starvation began
And while he wasn’t wise to their plan
He knew that it was about control
Dominion over the human soul
For once the masses felt hunger gnaw
They would submit to any law
But peons still preferred the lies
As perverts plotted their demise.

The oligarchs banned farming first
Then charged a tax to slake your thirst
Creating toxins they called food
They compromised the multitudes
And corpses carted to the bin
Were simply bones draped with skin
Until the few remaining wept—
A future we must not accept.

Refreshed

It’s amazing how it clears after a storm has passed
Blue replacing all the dark clouds that amassed
Birds celebrating that the bright sun is back
Hope emanating into any who may lack.

Ratioed

Six out seven ain’t bad
If you’re a strong eager lad
But when you’re old it sucks
Just for a couple of bucks
That're gone the very next day
Seems slacking doesn’t pay.

No Substitutes

The menu can be tempting
Until you’re forced to choose
Between what trust's exempting
And what you stand to lose

Remember, every entrée sizzles
When it’s in the pan
But lack of flavor quickly fizzles
Just as hunger can.

Snow Job

The first day of spring
What did it bring?
Mountains of snow
Global warming you know.

Cooling

Sperry the sparrow felt spry
And spotted one special nearby
He approached and gave her a peck
Recoiling she said, “What the heck?!

You really have some nerve,
Stay away from me you perv!
I can’t believe you would dare
Don’t you see all the snow everywhere?”

And then she abruptly flew away
While he thought, guess not today
I’ll wait for spring to truly hit
And hope that it warms a bit.

Rest Assured

The sweetest perk
To honest work?
A bit of sleep
That’s actually deep
Before thoughts lurk
That love to creep.

Restless

The principle of love? First rate!
In action, well, not always great
But such is the devotion of this urge:

It can help remediate
Frustrating thoughts in those who wait
With every giddy sleep depriving surge.

Saved

Current mood: Foul
Favorite look — Scowl
Place in life = Slave
Attitude? Grave
Term of service — Long
Faith in God: Strong

Mix it Up

Once you sell your soul
They have attained control
Their one and only goal:
Complete corruption

Of everything you are
And nothing is too far
Show them you can spar
Demand disruption!