from 'the little garcia-black book of common prayer'? yes? i thought so. here's a wipey.

Frankingsteins are much too thick to hold a pen.

'There are truths bled out through ink-stained hands;' I think you are probably thinking about philosophers, poetes just write pretty words.

Sounds like Michael Jackson's glove.

Just tryin' to get some rest, yep. Not bad.

I relate to most of this, which is to say it seems like Air and some things air might represent. But prairie dogs don't bark, and how does air hug it's egg? The last verse is great.

Actually, you have described a number of poems I have read here recently and may be saying they are not really poems, but something less. On the other hand you may be catagorizing what you consider good poems, though some verses belie this. 9 for irony.

God's wife might disagree. One nit, and I'm no pro here so use salt if need be, (mostly sad) -,most,sad,. One more comma couldn't hurt.

Strange that both of our posts today talk about world population. Yours is better because it shows the silliness (or profundity) when one of billions crys out to God, whereas mine just tries to do something politically.

As always.

Better. But why not briefer?: Waiting Sweaty palms Wringing hands

I'm suspicious of this. Afraid a line like "Each star a destination for a wish" might be fodder for some contest or a grammaticl glytch like "have a virtues to extol" might be facetious, or "To be, or not," might be some riddle in quotes. Yes, I am no longer an implicit believer. If I were I might say it strikes me goodly and give it a 9.

Bwahahahahahaha. Beyond classic.

A funny and clever putting together of sayings and cliches. If you regret us to-get-her ?? Than leave like a tree -> Then leave like a tree

Love how the last stanza rhymes without reason. Great. And the other stuff, too.

Third stanza doesn't need to be there in my opinion. Love it anyway.

Thanx Hyp. to-get-her is how you remember to spell together of course B^) A mild oddity that I needed to express.

You need to make peace with your mother. Only then can you be a good father.

lovely

Oh yes, now I see -- our imperfections are what make us special, what make us human... what make us capable of love. You just keep telling yourself that, you second-rate failure.