angels

Poems

bigfoot flies higher

a different path

I am a miner
for words I dig
to fly on an airliner
a bird that is big

from in the ground
to in the air
match their sound
make them pair

let off the brakes
let the wheels roll
along with them take
in their wings my soul

look to the sky
the runway is clear
I say goodbye
this day to fear

bigfoot is spying
as over I pass
he knows I'm flying
in first class

wind blows the sky
and the entire sea
he knows he flies
higher than me

even as I soar
over the trees
he sees more
than I see

under a different oath
on a different path
and we are both
okay with that

answer travel's call
sail with the swift
until the gavel falls
and the veil lifts

faithful souls
true our hearts
play our roles
do our parts

Risen not rotten
strong the rhyme flows
written about values forgotten
a long time ago

apes in caves
sasquatches unknown
He who escaped the grave
watches from His throne

the angels sing
heavenly voices lifted
"put bigger wings
on that cryptid"

shine their lamp
approve the good
bigfoot breaks camp
& moves thru the woods

Hope you have a great day. My smile rule is still in effect even on a Sunday : )

Poems

the cryptid’s crib

bigfoot always sees

earth is a house
without walls
Heaven allows
ours to rise & fall

the truth
is your soul
it is a roof
on a pole

the angels call
listen to what they say
don't let your walls
get in your way

angel wing flutter
you can hear
open the shutters
keep the windows clear

bigfoot always sees
what Heaven allows
because a tree
is a perfect house

Enjoy your Sunday!

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