God, talking to my heart.
Pointing out my blessings.
God talking to my heart.
Advising me of my treasure.

Tears come to my eyes.
Whenever you are mention?
And through all my evil ways.
You the object of my intention.

God talking to my heart.
On a daily basis.
God talking to my heart.
More than you can imagine.

I just know God is talking to me.

And I'm listening.

Feathered Fiends
by Michael R. Burch

Fascists of a feather
flock together.

Alternate:

Conformists of a feather
flock together.

I came up with the "Fascists of a Feather" epigram after Donald Trump repeatedly praised authoritarian "strong men" like Vladimir Putin, Kim Jong Un, Rodrigo Duterte, Xi Jinping and Recep Tayyip Erdoğan. Heroic Americans fought a war against fascism and many of them paid the ultimate price, so why is Trump giving comfort to the enemy of democracy?

The alternate version of this couplet was written first and won a National Couplet Contest sponsored by the Society of Classical Poets. The couplet has now been published in one form or another on the websites of major newspapers and news services like TheHill.com, Haaretz.com (Israel), ******.com (Australia), Cleveland.com (as the headline of a letter to the editor), Reddit Political Humor, and Humane Conservatives Unite Blog. Sometimes the epigram is quoted in reader comments, sometimes by the writers of letters to the editor, and sometimes within articles.

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Bird on the wire,
your soul connected.
Your flock is close,
but far enough.
The distance you keep,
protects from societal envy.
You sit on the wire,
the highest one.
You sit tall,
far from judgement,
far from the road, the path
all others take.
Bird on the wire,
you see what's coming.
Not the future, no,
but patterns of intellect,
like a jigsaw of events.
Bird on the wire,
you're alone.
An outcast beyond,
the flock.

He realizes the blackened lines with current sublimity
Enlightened in the chirping of minds.
The natural trembling feathery height of the summit.
In its shadow, she cries ever so shimmering sapphires.
The indifferent maniac presence of the flock.
Its silk ostentation binds their presence.
The softly padded cages of the birdcage minds.
Harnessed in the mystifying chamber of the skull.
The indifferent sorrow.