Pop's Poetry

Loose Faith

Maybe bad at spelling

But the idea

Of loose faith

Is something ever so

Appealing

Dropping the leash

Let go of the reigns

Open my hands and

Let faith free

From my grasp

It goes where it wants

And flies to the sky

To find nothing

And everything

As it should

I didn’t lose my faith

Just let it loose

It found the way

A path

To return home

Pops 2022

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Sixty-Five

"With All My Love", I always say
But clearly that's not true
For our love grows with every day
And it's all because of you

With every year that passes by
A more beautiful woman I see
And even though you're sixty-five
You're still nineteen to me

Happy Birthday Catherine
With All My Love (so far)

Pops 2021

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The Death of Eternity

When eternity dies

We must seek out wisdom

Present justice is elevated

Legacy becomes paramount

When eternity dies

Peace can be conceived

Hope will be in the present

Faith grows from knowledge

Love is formed from inside out

When eternity dies

Today is reborn

Pops Blair 2021

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When This Is Over

One day, when the sun shines again

and I finally feel the warmth it brings

I’ll feel like singing

but not just any song, it must be perfect

one that keeps the sun out of the clouds

I may never sing

Pops 2021

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St. Paddy’s

“Kiss me, I’m Irish, it’s lucky you know”,

Is not something I’d normally say.

Though it is funny and almost all true,

My Grandma Gaghagen would not approve,

Except on Saint Patrick’s Day.

So kiss me, I’m Irish and lucky to be,

We can wish all our problems away.

Let’s open Kilbeggan and lift up our glasses,

We’ll toast all the Irish ‘til we fall on our arses.

Sláinte! It’s Saint Patrick’s Day!

Pops 2021

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