My Life In Poetry

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Tag: Love

  • Nothing is Better

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    Nothing is better in all the worldThan waiting arms all warm and unfurled. Nothing is better for the young or the old,To support the weak and applaud the bold. Whether to celebrate joy or to comfort sadness,To express deep feelings or to lessen the madness, Whether from cherished loved ones or from new working relations,Or…

  • Without

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    Without tiny steps, large mountains are never climbed.Without preparation, plans are never well timed. Without practice, pursuits are never perfected.Without investigation, truths are never detected. Without participation, goals are left undone.Without cultivation, growth can’t find the sun. Without ideas, problems are never solved.Without forgiveness, hate is never dissolved. Without peace of mind, we are never…

  • Can’t Wait

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    I can’t wait for the dayWhen loves all I see.I can’t wait for the dayWhen everything is free. I can’t wait for the dayWhen there’s nothing to settle.I can’t wait for the dayWhen my legs are not metal. I can’t wait for the dayWhen I have enough timeTo spend forever with youAnd for you to…

  • Thankful and Content

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    I have food in my bellyAnd a roof over my head.I’m not quite healthy,But, I’m not quite dead. When my feet are sore,I love it all the more,Cause I could not evenFeel my feet before. When I feel an acheOr a sharp or dull pain,I know I’m still alive,So I can’t complain. I have friends…

  • That’s What Love Is

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    I suffer so that you don’t have to.That’s what love is.I have to help when you suffer.That’s what love is.I go when you need some space.That’s what love is.I come back when you push me away.That’s what love is.I forgive you when you are unkind.That’s what love is.I call you out when you go too…

  • What If…

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    What if the Tower of Pisa toppled over?What if somebody painted the White Cliffs of Dover?What if Mona Lisa’s smirk turned into a frown?What if Lady Liberty suddenly sank all the way down? The World would go on; nothing would change.But wouldn’t everything feel just a bit strange. What if the Christ child had never…

  • St. Patrick’s Day Friend

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    Your name isn’t Patty.Your favorite color isn’t green.You’re not a little leprechaunWhich no one has ever seen. There is no pot of goldFor we can never reach the rainbows end.But the gold that’s in your heartMakes you my dearest friend.

  • The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Ian McConnell

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    The seventh in the McLimerick Series Young Ian McConnell loved Rosie O’DonnellOnly to find out she didn’t like him.To be greatly sought, why would anyone not!Now, surely that must be a sin.

  • Love on Foreign Soil

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    I started to build aHouse on foreign land.And in my minds eyeIt was going to be grand. I brought a few friendsAnd various supplies,And soon my house stood,Lovely on the eyes. My friends enjoyed my house,Though not as much as I did.I loved it more than anyMansion, palace, or pyramid. I lived their eight months,Until…

  • Valentine’s Day For All

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    Valentine’s Day isn’t just for thoseWho expect a kiss or a red, red rose.It can be just a day for you to shareWith family and friends, to show you care.A hug, a visit, or a quick helloAre just some of the ways your love can show.So don’t be discouraged if you’ve no one to kissOn…

  • The “If I Were…” Poems

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    If you were an appleAnd I were a tree,Would you likeTo hang on me? If you were the lampAnd I were the light,Would are loveBe very bright? If you were the shipAnd I were the sea,Would you likeTo sail on me? If I were the footAnd you were the shoe,Could I gentlySlip into you? If…

  • Garden of Love

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    I let you tend my garden.I thought you would do your best,With all or your intelligence,Over all the rest. I trusted you with rosesAnd my favorite violets.I gave this job to youWithout any doubts or regrets. The hedges needed trimming.The grass took special care.The weeds had to be kept pulledFor flowers to sweeten the air.Singing…

  • Words

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    Words can be priceless.Words can be cheap.Words can be shallow.Words can be deep. Words can be healing.Words can cause pain.Words can question.Words can explain. Words can be silly.Words can be sincere.Words can go in one end.Then out the other ear. Words can be weapons.Words can be tools,Pondered by wise men,Dismissed by fools. Words are a…

  • What’s Everything?

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    God is love.When you’ve got loveIn your heart,You’ve got everything!

  • Things to Tell Her

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    I will tell my little girlAll the rights and wrongs.I will laugh and play with her,And sing her little songs. I will tell my little girlHow happy she will be,When a man falls in love with herJust like her father did with me.

  • Broken Wings

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    A little bird with broken wingsFound another bird to make her heart sing. He helped her to flyAnd to touch the sky,To laugh and to loveAnd go fiercely high, To soar the horizon,To experience new heights.Together they dancedIn the air like kites. They loved how they flewWith one another,This sister ChristianAnd Jonathan Brother. Then the…

  • Falling in Love?

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    I’m falling like a featherBecause I know not whetherYou are falling too. I would fall like a stoneIf I knew I weren’t alone.Oh, If only I knew! Together like dice,We could fall so nice.Please give me a clue! Someone to have aroundAs I’m falling all the way down.I wish it could be you. To crash…

  • Ain’t Love Grand

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    Ain’t love grand when it first begins,Trying to avoid all kinds of sins, Trying to hold on to what you’ve got,Living each day with your stomach in knots, Being together, wanting more and more,The time apart becomes quit a chore. Emotions you thought you could never have had,Run wild in you, both the good and…

  • Love Yet Unknown

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    I am like an androidWithout any heartBecause from youI am kept apart.Inside me all wordsAnd actions are thereTo show how muchFor you I care.If only, my love,My world, you’d come in.Then, my lifeCould truly begin.If only we hadForever to wait.Now, hurry my love!Please don’t be late!

  • Love is Blind, But…

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    Love is blind.Sometimes unkind.A real confusingState of mind. Loneliness is worse.An unbearable curse.The feeling of beingLeft behind. Together is nice,Heaven’s sweetest slice,The only timeThat love is kind.

  • Beyond the Grave

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    For my friends, Pat and Lillian A friend loveth at all timesEven beyond the grave.Their spirit and love continues onThough their bodies could not be saved. And even as their bodies ascend,Know this, dear friend, it’s not the end. For a friend loveth at all timesBecause of the love God gave. Just as a butterfly…

  • Sinners Welcome, All enter free

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    (If you don’t welcome sinners, all you have are empty pews!) I saw a sign on the church marquis. It said, “Sinners Welcome, All enter free!” But when a poor beggar stood at the church door, He was told to clean up, just a little bit more. We just swept up; you’ll dirty our floor.…