THREE (A
Special Series of Thirteen) –
The third of thirteen
poems,
I am a poet unlike anything
you have ever seen.
I have a few love handles
And probably need to work on
my abs so lean.
I cannot resist an occasional
tasteful delight,
However my manners remain so
fresh and so clean, clean.
I am original to focus on a
blog for a year to gain a girl’s attention.
Did I mention that I am one
who fell into the trap of like?
I heard a country song called
Tim McGraw that spoke to the depths of my heart.
Like Gatorade all girls want
to be like Taylor; guys want to be like Mike.
Give this Tennessee native
the gentleman’s chance to have one single moment.
I love the outdoors. We
should have a picnic. We should go for a hike.
I live my best to the maximum
of what God has bestowed.
I see shades of white with a
mixture of blacks but chose to live in the beauty of gray.
God presents a chance to
those who pray, seek, and hope for opportunity.
Belief beyond the doubts I
know I will meet you one day.
You cannot give up a dream
based on what society will view.
And you will ask me to remain
as I am in this life together in your presence I stay.
I realize in faith God has
rewarded patience with persistence in the requests of prayer.
I think in the journey enough
challenges plague the very depths of our foundation.
We must genuinely stand with eyes
locked ignoring negativity around.
Morals must not change in the
hope provided in your music for so many an inspiration.
Change occurs in good due
time with inch by inch as one in unity that we walk.
Some have forgotten that long
ago we worshipped God as under the symbol of one nation.
With the right partner to
dance good embraces with good hands held to serve others.
JLC iii, 3/30/12