Happy Birthday, Son! Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem

The first born
of the first born
of the first born
of the first born
will always be
my baby.

#BecauseFatherhood #HappyBirthday

Perfect Sabbath Day Of Rest: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Rest day: Catch sunbeams/
while curled up with a good book/
and a soft blanket.

My satisfaction/
grows with each pizza topping/
fresh from my garden.

Head into the field/
after summer rain. Reap sweet/
rewards for your pain.

I’m done. I’ve finished./
Words bled out on pages and/
exposed all of me.

#LightTheWorldNow #BuildTheKimgdom

When God tells you how/
to Light the World, He may have
you use the same lamp.
#LightTheWorldNow #BuildHisKingdom

T’was my intention/
to write another poem. I’m/
not sure what to say.

I pray and ask God/
“What should I do?” The answer/
is always just “Love.”

#LightTheWorldNow #BuildTheKingdom

Torn tendons. Torqued back./
Bruised wrist. Blisters. Bad eyes. Scouts,/
yard work, or marriage?

I confuse myself./
It’s a warm, pleasant day, yet/
I’ve stayed inside. Why?