Cool to find old school/I grew tired of folks/
claiming I was avoiding,/
so I proposed twice.
I shall refrain from/
quoting what Shakespeare once wrote:/
Smite that jealous Moon.
Rebellious Mormon/
teens mess with the library’s/
copier Sundays.
When she’s with me but/
texting him, it hurts like it/
once did. Thank you NOT.
He was not surprised /
that she made him cry, but these /
were not tears of joy.
The Prophet’s message/
is simple and direct. I’m/
glad I’m obeying.
—For the back story to this, read this long free verse poem I wrote several years ago: https://cyranowriter.wordpress.com/2015/03/12/do-you-have-a-bike-path-and-a-red-chair-revolutionary-blogging-free-verse-poem/
She knows that words are /
important to me. When I /
get none, that says much.
When it’s not your work,/
but His, don’t worry about/
your abilities.
Yes, I know PHO is NOT pronounced “FOE”, but it looks like it should be.
To my daughter in the Emergency Room, hungry:
Oh, No!
I won’t bring Pho.
We have to go
get some!
(Not Dim Sum)
Donchaknow?!?