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Avoiding the Death of the Coffee Pot

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Avoiding the Death of the Coffee Pot

I look at the coffeepot and know he’s
Purposefully dripping down slowly
But I’m too out of energy to get up
Walk over and steal a cup
From the drips, delightfully hot
Descending into the pot.

I look at him, imagining the worst
What if the coffee pot burst
And I had no caffeine inside of me.
In vein, he would have died for me.
I’d see my friend’s life come to pass
In broken coffee-shards of glass.

I grab a mug down from the shelf
and make a promise to myself
To avoid this tragedy
And grab the pot more carefully
Than I did inside my mind.
Then pour my cup so I’ll unwind.

sidetracked

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sidetracked

The park was our destination
But my son’s procrastination
Was fueled by acorn shell designs
And spelling STOP signs.

Things that were understood
To be not as good
As the slide
he would ride.

I guess I should slow down and learn
The path his walking weaves.
It’s time for me to take a turn
Enjoying crunchy leaves.

What’s the point of time to spare
If I hurry towards the end,
Not realizing my son’s not there
‘cause he had time to spend.

Black Friday

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Black Friday

I see the same items wheel past me again and again
As if there was some strange force driving us
To wake up blurry eyed and ready to fend
For ourselves in a frenzied fuss

Over things that don’t matter,
Not as much as the patter
Of little feet
That come to greet us
After a Friday fuss.

Thank God

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Thank God

I’m thankful that I have a lover above me,
Three persons that love me,
Take care of me, and provide
All the things I’ve tried
To do on my own
When I haven’t known
Or realized He’s tried
To ease my pain and provide
Everything and love me
While walking with me and above me.

The Superhero Life

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The Superhero Life

I’m living the superhero life
With a wonderwoman wife
An while we work for wealth we wait
With the knowledge that we create
Smiles for our children that can see us flying
In our invisible jet where we’re trying
To get to point B
Translucently.

Our kids see us dreaming together
Whether or not we succeed
They can read our superhero faces
In our comic book of love
Where a written-down picture of graces
Displaces
Any downsides in what we’re dreaming of.

Dignity is Not Based on Duration

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Dignity is Not Based on Duration

There are people that we’ll never see again
People we meet at a party and then
Proceed to ignore
Because they’re not people to us,
They’re not worth the fuss
Of human dignity.

We build fences based on a duration,
Of an undefined relation
With a stranger.
When we know our contact won’t be long
We think it isn’t wrong
To write off the human person.

Parental Superpowers: Bending Time

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Parental Superpowers: Bending Time

The manipulation of minutes, hours
And the second hand ticks
Make up one of the powers
that God placed in the mix

When He made fathers into supermen
Who can bend time and then
Pander where the time went
When their free time was spent.

I marvel when I can make time slip
With my parental super powers.
Previously when I made this trip
It was less than four hours

But it’s more like six with kids in tow.
And since my time’s now bendable,
My schedule’s now expendable,
Everywhere I go I know
This power’s what’s dependable.

Singing of a Boy on a Bicycle

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Singing of a Boy on a Bicycle

I can’t remember the words to the song she was singing,
Something ‘bout a “boy on a bicycle,” bringing
The audience to silence as they hung on each word
In a beautiful song that I hadn’t heard

Before, and possibly won’t hear again.
The memory’s now a remember-when
That girl performed on stage last night,
Dreamt aloud, engaged the sight

Of everyone sitting in the gallery.
Watching this moment of valor we
Listened to tunes that she played
Captured by dreams relayed.

Diaper Change Logic

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Diaper Change Logic

I realize this might sound incredibly strange.
But at one point in my life, overwhelmingly
I’d Hold out my hand, gleefully, cup the pee
That my son had been shooting off mid diaper change.

There was a joy that was released in his fountain,
A giving-up frustration I could laugh at.
Unsure of how I could combat that
Molehill that just became a mountain.

Me and my pee-covered hand of confusion
Gave hindsight to my logical conclusion
On preventing pee from getting everywhere.
I smiled though, overwhelmed without a care.