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Oliver Mckeithan Poem
The Son
I follow the Son. The true Son
of the living God.
The light of the world, who
Illuminates my path.
The One who paid the terrible
Price of torture and crucifiction.
Whose river of blood and torrent of tears
Washed my sins away.
The One who defeated sin
On that ugly old tree.
The Son who defeated death
through resurrection.
The One who changed my life,
Taught me to follow the golden rule.
Love one another as one would
Love yourself.
He stripped the chains of selfishness
Lies and deceit from my soul.
Lifted me out of the mire
Of hatred of others.
Taught me not to set myself
On a pedestal.
That true humility is worth
Its weight in gold.
Doing for the least of these,
Sacrificing love of self
That is my goal.
I follow the Son
Copyright © Oliver Mckeithan | Year Posted 2016
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Border collies
highly intelligent-sometimes
two edged sword
Copyright © Oliver Mckeithan | Year Posted 2020
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Oliver Mckeithan Poem
Your skin is dark green,
lying coiled, like a Mamba
ready to strike sinking its
venomous fangs deep.
You are the primary color
of human emotion. Ready
to burst forth in anger
and hate.
The depths of the soul hide
you like a fire pit concealing
smouldering embers, ready
to erupt in raging flames
consuming friend and foe.
It does not care. Destruction is
its goal. Poison spreading through
the life of families, dissolving
bonds once held close.
Jealousy, you are hatred, pride,
malice, greed. Green is a warm color.
But not on you.
Copyright © Oliver Mckeithan | Year Posted 2018
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HAIBUN
You are electron microscopic size, but you possess infinitesimal power. Just a single strand of encapsulated RNA, yet you and your brothers SARS and MERS can sicken and kill more complex life.
Covid-19, virion unseen
Bring humans to their knees
Cowering and trembling
You spring up suddenly from nowhere and spread like fire in a parched forest. Devastating stock markets, stopping sports teams, halting concerts and forbidding gatherings over 250 souls. Quarantines of ships and planes. People greedily grasping, fighting and clawing for the important things in life: toilet paper, masks, cleaning supplies, paper towels.
A boon to corporations
Johnson and Johnson, Proctor and Gamble
Secretly happy you are around.
World wide you spread, showing no regard for race, boundaries or politics.
Italians, Iranians, Chinese,
Americans, Norwegians,
Japanese, Brazilians
The world caught unprepared. Scientists scrambling to develop a vaccine. All will breathe a sigh of relief when you cease your rampage. That is until you return, mutated, the same but different and we start all over again.
Copyright © Oliver Mckeithan | Year Posted 2020
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GRATITUDE
Gratefully acknowledging
Rarely complaining
Actively engaging
Thankfully praying
Individually giving
Truly loving
Unerringly satisfying
Diligently practicing
Eternally living
Copyright © Oliver Mckeithan | Year Posted 2018
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Oliver Mckeithan Poem
BASEBALL IS THE GAME
A game embedded in the soul of America.
Baseball spans generations.
Father to son, father to son and so on.
It is a mirror of our culture and history.
Icons like Ruth, Gehrig, Robinson, Mays and Schwarber
Teams like the mighty Yankees, Phightin Phils and Cubbies.
Baseball is a passionately regional sport.
Each stadium reflecting a team and regions personality.
Each pitch is a drama within itself.
The pitcher eyes the catcher for the sign.
The batter, bat cocked, waits transfixed.
Tension fills the air-outcome unknown.
Fielders move in all directions at the crack of the bat.
A wave of anticipation ripples through the crowd.
A number of possibilities can happen next.
Double, single, home run, great catch-which will it be.
Inning after inning-mostly nine but sometimes more.
No time limits-great in a life filled with them.
Shorts and shirt sleeves-no winter jackets needed.
Languid summer days spent at the game.
Thrilling tension and nail biting action,
interspersed with calm routine.
Organized chaos and local flavor,
Copyright © Oliver Mckeithan | Year Posted 2017
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HAIKU
Peepers chirp love songs
Looking for single misses,
Blue Heron stands waiting.
Copyright © Oliver Mckeithan | Year Posted 2015
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Senryu
First customer of day
Sheep farmer needs life insurance.
Fleecing begins early.
November 11, 2015
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DIAMANTE POEM
Love
Sacrificial, blind
Listening, choosing, helping
Christ, order……………Chaos, evil
Gossiping, cheating, lying
Hurtful, sinful
Hate
Copyright © Oliver Mckeithan | Year Posted 2019
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HAIKU 3-5-3
Green grass grows
exponentially.
Time to mow.
May 2, 2018
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