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    By D. L. Watson and Kendra Watson

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    What is Good?
    Good is packed with rhythm and rhyme, full of topics that range from profound to goofy, and ultimately presents an ode to the goodness of God in life. Try reading these poems out loud (on your own or with others--we think you'll find it fun) or use these poems for personal meditation.
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    PublisherResource Publications
    Release dateMar 23, 2020
    ISBN9781725257801
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    D. L. Watson

    D. L. Watson received his bachelor’s degree from Florida State University in creative writing and philosophy. After studying abroad in London and then moving to New York City, D. L. decided to focus his writing efforts exclusively on poetry. He currently lives with his wife in North Carolina, where they enjoy playing board games, watching Murder, She Wrote, and eating Asian food.

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      Good - D. L. Watson

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      Written by D. L. Watson

      Illustrations by Kendra Watson

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      D. L. Watson. All rights reserved. Except for brief quotations in critical publications or reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without prior written permission from the publisher. Write: Permissions, Wipf and Stock Publishers,

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      Dedication

      To our parents. Thank you for being good to us.

      Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.

      —Romans

      12:21

      Table of Contents

      Title page

      Preface

      Good Morning, Grace Eater Autobiography

      Good Morning, Good Morning

      Until They Are Reality

      Tangerine Trees

      Momentary Infatuation

      People: Part 1

      Something Important Like Corporate

      Beer

      Comedy Central Presents

      For Another

      Zombie Creatures

      A Tissue in Water

      People: Part 2

      Cross Borough

      Back to the Basics

      People: Part 3

      I’m Making a Point Here

      For One

      The Missus Misses My Blowfish Kisses

      Grace Eater

      Good Thought Rhythm Words on Words

      Everything is Language

      A Lyric, A Crumb

      Good Thought Rhythm

      The Writing Game

      I Write As If

      The Bouncing Game

      Special Treatment

      Fuh-fuh . . . faith

      Wordy

      Undertaker

      Under My Eyelids

      Words

      Good Fight, Good Night A Call to Good

      Good Fight

      Terrence Bo, the Baker’s Goat

      Quiet

      An Introvert Among Wolves

      The First to Rot

      The Wise Pause

      Monks and Ogres

      Tad Montgomery

      Good ‘n Bad

      The Book of the God of Fire

      Good Night

      Preface

      This book is not titled Good because I’m under the impression that its poems are particularly well written. It is titled Good because its poems focus on what is good in the world rather than on what is ambiguous or apathetic. I hope you will read these poems out loud, as they are intended to be read, and find them fun, thought-provoking, and good.

      Good Morning, Grace Eater

      Autobiography

      Good Morning, Good Morning

      Good morning, good morning, the sun has been born

      To the eastern horizon, now blessed by the warm.

      It’s an age-old story, the epic of life —

      The sun grows old in hiking the sky.

      He marries the clouds and highlights her grace

      While she softens the burning of his passion-filled face.

      And their life lived together is a product divine

      Where she makes him tender, and he makes her shine.

      The world below looks up above

      And renews its faith in the existence of love.

      And for some time the people assume

      Happily ever after for the clouds and her groom.

      But the western horizon is too sweet a death

      For the sun to argue his rightful time left.

      With a final kiss, he paints his bride pink

      While the whole world watches his radiance shrink.

      The sunset brings tears because the clouds do not know

      If the darkness that takes her will ever let go.

      And so she is mourning, unseen in the night.

      There’s a glimmer in the distance, but she takes it as trite.

      Her sadness consumes her until it breaks her resistance,

      And she admits that she’s tired of being part of existence.

      But as soon as hope departs from the bride,

      A slight illumination starts tickling her side.

      And then the moon’s face pronounces her form,

      And the clouds acknowledge the husband’s warm.

      She begins to weep, but not in despair.

      She weeps for the beauty suspended in air.

      Her tears fall hard upon the estate

      Of a feeble widow who stayed up late

      To witness the moon consoling the clouds

      With a message of peace through the thunderous shouts.

      The widow prays nightly to the God of the moon,

      Thank you for the day, but deliver me soon.

      Until when, one morning, there was no sun born,

      For the mourning night clouds had emptied her storm.

      The moonlight had pulled her, a traction so sweet,

      Out of her sky, so cluttered with grief.

      It supported her form with the most tender care

      As she passed through the stars, her body laid bare.

      Until, like a beggar who has had a king’s feast,

      The clouds felt fullness and looked to the east.

      Good morning, good morning, the sun told his bride,

      And her form was made solid as she snuggled his side.

      Until They Are Reality

      I have the blessing of having a dream every night in which I die

      And when I wake up to the light, I’m sprite and high from having life

      I spring from bed like Scrooge on Christmas morning

      And without warning, I run across the floor toward the door

      I throw it open groping for the holy notion known as hope and

      I run to the kitchen window, thrust it up and tuck my head inside

      The tiny opening that shows the world outside

      I see the serene scenery seeped in grimy bricks and glossy garbage

      I see the rats rummaging, a cat stalking, a sky gray and growling

      I see a fence rusting and a street bustling beyond the perimeter it draws

      And even though I know the sight might imply a plight of blight

      I’m excited by the light that wasn’t there through the night

      And how it

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