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Featured Poem of the Month
Ann Howells, well known Texas poet talks with Better than Starbucks about her style, and motivation, as well as sharing a poem from her newest collection.
Working Class God
When I'm done I will meet the god I have created
My working class God in jeans and a Dire Straits tour T-shirt
He will not look down at me from on high
he doesn't even like heights
We'll share a cold Dr. Pepper, his favorite,
and because he's a good God he'll grant me my last earthly wish
to sing like Smokey Robinson
We'll replay my life and he'll nudge me a couple times and say,
what were you thinking, but he winks at the good parts too
There will be no final judgment because the concept of final has disappeared
Instead there's a touch football game where the winners go on
and the losers have to stay and play the next team
God springs for pizza and we watch Woody Allen movies, the old funny ones
Late in the evening we talk quietly around a fire
He takes no credit for creating a perfect world
and casts no blame for how it got screwed up
I watch him and sometimes I see a tired look in his eye
Then he catches me looking and pretends to throw lightning bolts
we laugh, he touches me on the head
and it's perfect
Jerry Warmuskerken is a writer of fiction and poetry and lives in Palm City, Florida. Jerry shares one of my all time favorite poems.
I write several blogs, from my personal wordpress sites, to the Pulse on LinkedIn where I as prone to talk about poetry or politics as I am anything close to work related, to my actual business blog for our company website, but this is sure to become my favorite, as there is no place on earth quite as special as the warm, friendly confines of
BTS: How did you came to be a poet?
I wrote poems in college (everyone writes poems in college), then became wrapped up in the business of everyday life. I painted, even taught oil painting, but as I began to have stiffness in my hands, I turned more and more to poetry. Also, my daughter developed cancer. I wrote my way through that. It was a means of dealing with my emotions. After she was in remission, I continued writing and became more serious about it.
God only knows what I am going to write here in future editions. I am an arrogant know it all and I do not mind sharing my opinions. So we will just have to see. We might even occasionally invite guests to rant or even share truly intelligent and informative stuff here.