#boast
If I must boast, I will boast
of the things that show my weakness.
I will flaunt my gammy knee
and its ability to forecast a heavy early mist.
I will brag of my swollen ankles
as examples of my tendency to slow and amble,
perhaps presenting this as a sign of maturity,
rather than my inability to hurry as I used to.
I will showcase my leg brace
as perhaps a sign of my Maker's kindness,
gifting me a thorn, lest I boast
in one of the great many talents
entrusted to me against His return.
I will display (with no little pride)
a profile characterised by a receding hair line
and a stoop suggesting the weight of decades,
letting the eye of the beholder perhaps assume
wisdom commensurate with my years.
If I must boast, and I surely should,
I will boast of the things acquired by age
and glory in these weaknesses
that cast me more fully on God’s good graces.
If I must boast, I will boast
in my God’s long faithfulness.
Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 1:51 AM UTC
a flat white cools
far too quickly
for prolonged enjoyment
steaming the window
above the table
where it rests
next to it
my latest trial
of literature
at times
lengthy of word
ponderous
but probing
while others
lesser
in page number
though not
in meaning
brief yet pointed
but always
formidable enough
in name
or title
to impress
a wandering eye
Nov 10, 2022
Nov 10, 2022 at 11:27 AM UTC
I've got a confession
What's my lesson?
Marlin Brando
Flounders
Off the coast
Who can boast?
The host
Steal the roast
And walk away
without even a ******* toast
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
I'm really not a dancer
more like a fish far from the sea
flopping gasping, dying
on a spasmodic twerking spree
don't ask me to explain
why the dance floor lacks my style
trust me when I say
***** Dancing, I'll defile
so when we hit that date
the one where you check my moves
don't judge me right away, but wait
cuz in bed, I'm really smooth
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 9:33 AM UTC
I've always felt
mirrors worked two ways
standing naked gleaming
dreamily gazing
unknowingly staring
in God's hidden eyes
either boastful or ashamed.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 1:24 AM UTC
Endlessly lethargic
The power of sleep is great with me
A laggard sloth never wakes
never moves
but dreams with much creativity
slow moving somber slumber
How much I can sleep
drifting with ease into coma
how much easier it is with belly full
Falling into that dream assembly
drifting dragging drowning
Better than anyone I can promise
Can stay in bed for a whole week
How wonderful how simple
it is for me to sleep
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
*He is a poet
And everybody knows it
Though sometimes they can be a little hard;
He gives them wordings
As easy as is speaking
And does it with pride and truly without regard.*
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC