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A Boys Life When Jesus was a kid he turned three boys Into sparrows because they pissed him off. No matter how many times his Mom tried to tell him, You are different, You are special. You are meant for something bigger, all he wanted was to be a fireman when he grew up. He could have been big In re...

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Second on Bob's ear

Glad you like it

I second Bob's noms

Thanks Bob. I'll sit this one out. Would love to see others get a shot.

Thank you

I'd walk out to where our road ends or runs on under alias through thick green corn rows that come right up to the ditch, lie back on the edge of the asphalt, the warm breath of its other skin, before tar pits, before comets rained like confetti. It was a game to hide in tall grass. The white line s...

The prelude improves it Bob

Yay

Though he never set foot in a church, Gandhi patterned his life on the model of Christ. He said he loved Christ, but had no good words for Christians.

He read the Bible daily and had a knowledge of scripture that would put a Harvard seminarian to shame.

I think you have too much going on with cows, flying fish and submarines. You may have more than one poem here

When Jesus was a kid he turned three boys Into sparrows because they pissed him off. No matter how many times his Mom tried to tell him, You are different, You are special. You are meant for something bigger, all he wanted was to be a fireman when he grew up. He could have been big In real estate or...

Bob, have we seen parts of this? I recall some lines
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It was a surprising poem.One associates home invasion with a violent event. I think the way you arranged the words so they hang is effective.

I saw the photo on Facebook

I saw that photo.

The power is in the last stanza and IMHO, anything that impedes that just sticks out.

Hell yes.

Billy, IDK if you will even keep this. If you do, please consider axing Icicles dripped from my heart.

It's a pretty good use of "show don't tell" this poem.

I've never seen the term broem. I am not capable of appreciation due to my ignorance of the form

Catholics say the soul lingers after
death up to seven hours at a rolltop,

with a banker's lamp and ledger book,
ensuring your eternal solvency just

long enough to pay the ex wife, mistress;
the kids blow the rest on hookers and coke.

Veriy clever. I have no suggestion. Nicely done

Thanks

Good expression of destitution