You cannot beat God in any sport but you can tie Him in bowling
I’ll give you the forest And I’ll take the trees You save the whales And I’ll keep the bees The sand in your eyes
AI didn’t write this poem; it wrote the algorithm that decided whether or not you would read it
Afraid that everything I wanted was nothing to write home about I was left with nothing to write home about
Poets are to their poems As parents are to their children Preparing them for the world Without knowing what they will do
What would my life be like If I stopped worrying And trusted God completely? Instead of preparing for the worst And hoping for the best
The smartest gal in the room Is the one who realizes All the adults in the room Are emotional children Behaving like holy terrors
The less you need to control the more powerful you
Charlie Brown wants To believe Lucy wants To deceive But maybe, just maybe
I was always being reassured that I was in the circle of trust but kept in the dark as to my place in it
My wife is a lot like God If God weren’t perfect Like Him, she’s my toughest criti… But also my fiercest champion
Our mistake is in believing That a lifetime of events Come varyingly in one of two forms… Blessing or curse When in truth
In a failed democracy the one thing both sides can agree on is that the real traitors are the loyal opposition
When people say I live on my phone I wonder how they withstand the pr… Of eight tons per square inch
Chaucer said All good things must come to an en… Which was widely If begrudgingly Accepted as a good thing
