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The bane of my existence
As a HePo writer
Every time I go to read
I get this stupid blighter!

Don't know what is up
What is going wrong
I have a reading backlog
10,000 miles long!

I'm really beside myself!
This is the last straw!
I want to read your poetry
Not test Murphy's Law!

Just be patient please
I'm under the gun
A LOT of folks
are out there

*And I will read everyone!
A lot of folks are having problems. Just part of being on this site, i guess...
Family life

I ask myself what is wrong with borders well-defined places
with interior freedom and rules;
yes rules, the liberty to do what you want leads enslavement
break- up of families and chaos.
What's wrong with having your banking system and our
money of choice with a picture of a nationally famous, skier
and what Is wrong with discipline,
children becoming a little monster because we are so liberal
We talk about their right…what rights.
Look out of the window in any city what you see is flotsam
People who have no purpose a river of drugged people
Who never learned a thing?
What is wrong in saying a people can only absorb to fit
In refugees at a slower speed,
by all means, they are welcome
we need educated young people, in Europe were women
no longer care to procreate.
The glass ceiling is more important and men to think
their career comes first, and children are neglected
sent to a psychiatrist who prescribes pills knowing well
what the problem is.
But of course, we can say nothing and if we do, are
called  a fascist
 May 2017 Don Bouchard
Jim Davis
Tomorrow's winds will arise
Perhaps half a world's length
Away from me standing still
Circling across blue black seas
Presence shown in frothy waves

Falling on near sandy rock shores
Then once ashore blowing hard
Through my body's soul to fill
Bringing thoughts and whispers
Of memories never lost to time

Filling the moment's deep breath
With aromas from exotic realms
Actually bringing your breath
Left behind while still together
Breathing the same space alive

In past times spent with you
In our world of far off travels
Having gone together to
South, East, West, and North
And most points in between

Knowing after you are gone
No matter from whichever
Direction the winds to blow
I'll still breathe your life's breath
In the blowing warm winds

Or you can do the same as I
If I am first to early leave
Thus, though no longer able
To lay face to face in dreams
You will still take my breath away

©  2017 Jim Davis
Moses discovered it.
I am discovering it.
The cost of obeying the call.
Of leaving all behind to follow.
Taking a stand for the Truth
can come at a high price.
Loss of riches.
Loss of identity.
Loss of reputation.
Loss of familiarity.
Loss of home.
Loss.
Of all I've known.

The price of freedom.
The freedom that comes
from following Him.
Is full of losses to grieve.
But what I gain.
Is so much more.
Eternal treasures.
Beyond compare.
A deeper knowledge
of His great love for me.
Discovering my new identity.
My eternal destiny.
Discovering why He chose
to lay hold of me.
Freedom in Christ.
Beauty for ashes.
Joy in His Presence.
Glory!
Glory!
Glory!
Which can never be stolen from me.
If this is the price of freedom.
I say...
Amen!
For everything else is loss.
Compared to knowing Him.
Gaining Jesus.
Who is my Life.
And whose Love is better
than life itself.
This.
Is the price.
Of Freedom.
"But whatever former things were gains to me, these things I have come to consider as loss for the sake of Christ." --Phil. 3:7, Holy Bible
The Last Day

When he comes for me
I will argue with the man in black
Open a bottle of wine.
When he tells me to hurry I will ignore him
I will open a tin of tunny fish
Never drink on empty stomach.
I will walk to my funeral
Criticise the flower arrangement  
Give the last orders burp and die.
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