Poem -

MY WIFE IS RIGHT

MY WIFE IS RIGHT

If I write a beta-poem

that even

the stupidest person in the world

would understand

then I would have a media tester

that would

comply with comprehension.

Why should I explain a poem

If I believe

the whole world would understand?

My Wife is right

but I don’t

want to regress

on my forwarding path

so sometime, I may end up alone

unjustified

with the dignity of my prose.

Maybe its

just between me and God

these twisting

and heart beating words that throb

and come alive

like animated wallpaper.

Should I

write for the intelligent

the wicked

and those filled with Gods Love?

Truth is, I write poetry for the healing

because God knows I need healing.

If I write a beta-poem

that even children would understand

why would I

write at all if not in the context

of my spiritual journey

and travels by Gods Way.

I have

forgotten how to be a child

or a broken winged sparrow

seeking shelter

from the driving falling rain.

I have protected myself

an entire lifetime

from the negative vibrations

allusively

flagellating myself for God.

If I write a beta-poem

it’s for

the unionship

I have with our Creator

in that He

understands His Child's creation.

My Wife is right …

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