There He Goes

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Poem

 

There he is, doing his thing
Giving us loving Power
There he goes, sitting there
Giving us every hour

Oh no, there he ascends
Turning for his throne
As we pray for his consent
There he goes, peering in on his clone.

Behaving as he indicated
We live in his inspiration
In his care until elevated
Until we receive glorification

There he is, doing his thing
Giving us loving Power
There he goes, sitting there
Giving us every hour

It’s up to me to set the move
I know I’ll be seen, it’s written
I’ll seek out his cove
Need not fear of being stricken

At his dinner table of worship
Heading for his …Doom
His spoken words
Turn out to be his wardship

 

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photograph by Frantzou Fleurine

 

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Thomas DeAngelo

This is a writer of modern poetry and an inspiring writer. Residing in the lower Appalachian mountains of Pennsylvania where he enjoys reading, writing and is his spare time hiking. He has been writing since the 1980's with expectations of being published. The words that flow by ink are the defeats and enjoyments of the life lived in the years that accompanied the mind of a writer that measured his time recognizing the passions of surrounding people.

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