God’s children./
Team./
Earth’s citizens./
Family./
When I focus on the me,/
I loose sight of the we,/
and miss the opportunity/
to uplift and exhalt/
the Divine We.

I was in church and learned what I wrote above, as well as this comment to a friend: “The Divine in us celebrates and supports and helps the Divine in others … and in everything.” And this comment: “We are all on the same team. We should all hope for success for each other. It’s not a win/loose world. It is a world where we can all help each other 2 win.”

Though she was fair of face,/
with a figure and body to match,/
she complained how oft it was the case/
that men use lust to bait and catch.

I shant trash her then/
with ordinary mail crudeness./
I’ll instead pick up my pen,/
and woo her with non-lewdness!

Instead of seducing her with a blunt tool,/
I’ll write words creative and sharp./
For it is only a oafish fool/
who woos with a hammer instead of a harp.

Because, as we’ve all been forewarned,
the pen is mightier than the sword!

Where 2 meet,/
what 2 do,/
IF plans with/
his daughter fall thru./
He thot he’d take a chance/
on finding romance/
at an early Halloween dance,/
or a bar’s karaoke, 2./
U?

Lithe gypsy dancer;/
silver screen romancer./
As she departs,/
she stomps my heart/
before I can even ask her.

Since we’re both
the center of the universe,
we have to minimize
the space between us.

Do U think/
the Woman who went to the brink/
of death and strife/
to bring U to life/
thinks I like U/
as much as I do?/
Does her maternal wisdom see/
the depth of me?

I wish I could talk 2U any time./
I wish U would talk 2 me any time./
I wish I had access 2 your mind, your heart, your soul./
I wish I knew what you think about.

Evening silence and/
daytime discussions don’t match/
my creative flow.

Speciality/
won’t come from me until she/
thinks I’ve breached friends’ brink.

Desert sunshine wakes/
me. I only wish it was your/
soft golden tresses.