I Know Where I'm Going

I Know Where I’m Going

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

I know where I’m going.

You are welcome to tag along

if you like.

Know this …

I wanna be what I wanna be,

not what you want

me to be.

If you can handle that,

then let’s go on some adventures.

If not, then we shall agree

to disagree in an agreeable fashion.

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A Poem about Naked

A Poem about Naked

© 2020 by P Michael Biggs

I just wrote this bit of prose.

I just got naked

I used to sing a lot of solos.

Boy did I expose my nakedness.

Every time I write a blog,

I’m as naked as a jay-bird.

A few times in life,

I’ve had to apologize

to someone for something.

I got real naked in those moments.

Sometimes at work I’ll present an idea.

People see my nakedness.

My friend made a coconut cream pie.

She really showed her nakedness.

You see, my naked friend.

When we do anything boldly,

and we present it to the world,

we stand naked and proudly say

I am glad to show you the full

and unadulterated me.

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And God Moved

And God Moved

© 2020 by P Michael Biggs

I was born 71 years ago,

and God has moved

in my life ever since.

I broke my arm at nine,

and God moved.

I got my first job

at Redford’s Five & Dime

and God moved.

I lived my dream of

soloing with my

high school band,

and God moved.

The longed-for day came

when I went off to college,

and God moved.

I graduated on time,

and God moved.

My first job came along

in Orlando,

and God moved.

Then came Albuquerque,

Seattle, South Carolina,

Indiana, Texas,

and back to Seattle,

and God moved.

I’ve had incredible highs

in my careers,

and painful lows.

and through it all

God moved.

I’ve come through

Kennedy’s assassination,

the MLK marches,

the pros and cons

of Vietnam,

I endured Watergate,

Clinton’s lies,

the devastation of 911

and God moved.

Even today, with rioting,

burning of cities,

destruction of property,

anger and frustration,

I see God still moves.

Somehow, I believe

He is still around,

still watching,

still making cause and effect

in subtle ways.

Our woes and joys

are not at an end.

We are, perhaps,

not even at the

beginning of the end.

Maybe we are

at the end of

of the beginning.

This I know.

God is moving.

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Originals by P Michael Biggs