Cucumber Lodge

Flash your tedious montage.
Fill my days with fresh mirage.

Soak me in a mystery,
Spinning wheel or spelling bee.

New improve my prejudice.
Suggest a way out of each mess.

Ever cheer group compromise,
Loop it there before my eyes.

Hide the truth that’s plain to see.
Keep it way from my TV.

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Fixed on Thee

Cucumber Lodge

Fixed on thee

Though amidst fire

Fixed on thee

Deep in the mire

Fixed on thee

Nets in my steps

Fixed on thee

Lest I forget

(This poem inspired by Psalm 57 below.)

Psalm 57 – “Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge , until these calamities be overpast . I will cry unto God most high; unto God that performeth all things for me. He shall send from heaven, and save me from the reproach of him that would swallow me up . Selah. God shall send forth his mercy and his truth. My soul is among lions: and I lie even among them that are set on fire , even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.  Be…

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Barry Jennings unawares,
He and Michael Hess,
Blown away their exit stairs,
Explosions he confessed,
Were under him, then hanging on,
Breaking out some glass,
Rescuers had come and gone,
Each tower it would pass.
Interviewed him on TV,
Escaping with his life.
A witness to conspiracy
Too hot his story iced.