To Soothe

Getting It Right

Fruitful Garden

Cold Silence

Biblical Lingo

My Roach and I


To Soothe

I like to ambush with words
Securing any means of escape
Holding Readers hostage within the words
Taking bare landscapes
And laying out beautiful scenarios
Places anyone would feel comfort
Maybe it would be snowing
and skiers out to play
Or a summer's day —
Where kids slide on a slippery slide.
Laughter plays within my head
I'm like a pianist —
thumping upon keys
Hoping my thoughts play within one's heart.

— James Collins

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Getting It Right

Sometimes a dull rock shines up beautifully
Not to be cast to the river's bottom.
Humanistic ideas exclude less desirables
High expectations within the dating game.
Enjoy the one you are with
A five-footer may be a short blessing
Put on bi-focals — get a closer look
And shun unrealistic expectations
Everyone is designed with Beautiful Potential.

— James Collins

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Fruitful Garden

I know a hobo king
That I write in moments of silence
With us silliness never loses its flavor
Our pens are made of gossip
His heart is a fruitful garden
And is not in need of pruning
Unique in all ways that are good.
In his lifetime he's kicked a few cans
And smoked a bowl or two
Ticketed by many in green
Never losing focus on his calling
He's drawn me to the city of gold.

— James Collins

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Cold Silence

Along with the wind, ants know creation's secret
Desolation lays behind the troops
Everything is utilized and stored in their pantry
It's the heart of the designer
Ants determination does not deter
Even when the elements are bad
Within a cold silence they die
and tumble among rustling leaves
Still some troops survive
Waiting for God's merciful warmth of Spring

— James Collins

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Biblical Lingo

What kind of window
Can I open to eternity
And would I be able to close it?
Wisdom never needs to cash out
Especially if the register is in heaven
All life's questions are treasured biblical lingo
We must choose the ring we'll fight in
There's only 2 — Heaven and Hell
A bullish spiritual warfare.

— James Collins

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My Roach and I

My roach and I came to be — Trusting.
Around the corner she ran into my cell
With many others right behind her
It was like Spain's running of the bulls.
Up the walls they did jet
And just like Humpty Dumpty they fell
Upon my lady roach's back.
She wiggled, antennas, feet and all.
How can anything be so clumsy
And be given such a bad rap?
I tell you — It was love at first sight,
My lady roach and I.

— James Collins

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