Blowing Papers
by Ted L Glines

Winds of time buffet
crags and canyons of memory
old wildernesses crossed
in long forgotten quests
while crucial things were
left undone unsaid
memories like paper trash
shuffling in my wind
old memories written bold
in their time
now faded weathered
sometimes blank
some papers have beloved photos
but the names are gone
places and dates somehow mixed
in past cave mazes
where only fickle dreams
wander now
seeking friends who have
gone away
slowly plodding forward
facing toward this wind
growing warmer with promise
perhaps to rest
I can almost smell the flowers
just beyond the next bend
in Summerland
where the papers
will not blow
in my mental wind
forevermore

Boneless Chicken
by Ted L Glines

Ain't nothin better
or finger-lickin
than a southern-fried plate
of boneless chicken.

Greasy-chin stuff,
just cain't get enough
of that cotton-pickin
boneless chicken.

Ya see them cluckers
rollin through the wood,
them boneless chickens
don't run too good.

Easy to catch
in all kind of weathers,
gonna raise me a flock
that ain't got no feathers.

Mix up the batter
and add some spice,
dip in the chicken
and fry it up nice.

Round these parts
it's understood
that my boneless chicken
tastes mighty good.

Pass  the  chicken, please!

Blessed
by Ted L Glines

to impeach this  president
would show him less than heaven sent
(epiphany)  - what a  thought
after all the trash we've bought
boys and  girls exploded -  dead
from all those faith-based words he's  said
Iraq - Orleans - it does  not matter
when he's offered  only chatter
and we blame him for the  cost
of hopes and  lives forever lost
yes, we see his explanation
just  another  long vacation
from a shabby bitter truth
that he is worthless  and  uncouth.

That's cold - ain't it?
But that's how  some would paint  it.

Orleans - Iraq - and Nine-One-One
burdens  for this Texas son
a  lot to handle (does it matter?)
he  has too much upon his platter
and  we-the-people - you must  see
have built this foul bureaucracy
where men  entrenched  in awful power
do nothing in our crisis hour
but tell us "Help  is on the way"
while no assistance comes today
and prayers  go up to God on  high
while we watch the children die
...
and  we should wither in our  shame
when we do naught but curse and  blame.

a Light called Jesus  walks this way
and works  through heros every day
a child is saved - a bus  is driven
good  works done with no thanks given
no religion and no  tricks
as  Jesus comes to work a fix
and governments can take a rest
and  leave the job to those who're blessed.