THREE (A Special Series of Thirteen) –

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