My Life In Poetry

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  • The Night Croaker

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    A frog was croaking off in the distance,As I was trying to sleep, it went on with persistence.Whether warding off foes or calling his mate,He grew quite annoying because it was so late. Normally such natural, nocturnal soundsCan be somewhat lulling when it comes from your grounds.But not when you’re just about to doze offAfter…

  • Waiting For Power . . . . . . Poem written by Jolie Kelly

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    My sister wrote this poem and shared it with me, (thank you), and now we would like to share it with you. She also painted the picture to go with it. Very talented and very loved! Painting by Jolie Kelly Darkest nightWindows wide openChildhood memoriesSleeping with the crickets

  • Off In The Distance

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    When you think no one’s watching,When you think no one cares,Off in the distanceThere is someone who sharesYour message, your experiences,Your actions, and your dreams;It’s not as meaninglessAs it first appears or seemsTo someone who’s watching,To someone who cares,Off in the distance,There is someone awareOf your message, your experiences,Of your actions, and your dreamsThat you…

  • Time Spent At Grandma’s House

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    Old fashioned SingerMiniature seesaw for oneCherished childhood fun

  • Cause and A/Effect

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    What causes us to have a change of heart?What causes us to be set apart?What causes us to want to grow?What does it take for our love to show? What effects take place when we forgive?What affects the way we choose to live?What effects take place when we strive to learn?What affects the way we…

  • Help with Humility

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    Help should not be just a once in a while event,A grand show for others to see how well your time was spent.It shouldn’t be just a day set aside to feedYour conscience, but to help whenever there’s a need.Help should be offered when it’s truly needed.From genuine compassion and not from the conceited.It should…

  • Acknowledgement

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    Say Hi!Lift someone up who just might want to cry.Smile!People love to be noticed if only for a while.Cheer!Let someone know a supporter is near.Wave!Reaching out to others can often be brave.Pray!Help someone through a difficult day.

  • 4th

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    Many Americans like to shoot up the sky,Even a week before the 4th of July! Many Americans like to hear the loud booms,Even if it shakes all the walls in the rooms. Many Americans like to fire up their new grills,Even if they don’t possess any skills. Many Americans like a dog to eat and…

  • On the Fourth

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    On the Fourth, some may dreadThe pain it causes within their head. On the Fourth, some may tremble and hide,Close all their windows and stay inside. When you let your fireworks boom,Some may have a sense of doom. When you let your fireworks fly,Some may fear and start to cry. On the Fourth, you may…

  • Through A Copse of Green

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    While hiking up on Grandfather MountainLooking through a copse of green,I spied a mama doe with her babiesWhich could barely just be seen. Sweet spotted, week old faunaSniffing the cool, fresh mountain air,While their mama stays ever alertTending them with motherly care. What a sight to have come across,Such a gentle touching scene,Up on Grandfather…

  • Gifts From Our Fathers

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    Good fathers on Earth like our Father aboveBoth give us gifts to show us their love. They both give us labors for which we do toilTo make sure, alone, these gifts do not spoil. Sometimes these labors seem to be in vain,For they take a long time and seem hard to obtain. Good fathers on…

  • Hai-Kudos: Lincoln

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    Log cabin dwellerLink on societal slightsUntimely final act

  • Hai-Kudos: Salk and Sabin

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    Children’s championsA paralyzing frailnessEradicated

  • Hai-Kudos: Henry

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    Conveyor of T’sAffordable assemblageYesteryear’s Lizzie

  • 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…

  • Hai-Kudos: Amelia

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    Record breaking aimHer avid heart in the air.Tragic loss in flight

  • I Shall Want

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    The Lord is my shepherd.I shall wantHis compassionHis guidanceHis love.

  • Destination

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    If you just keep moving, God will lead you to your destination.

  • Soul Food

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    God’s word is honey for the soul!

  • Hai-choo

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    Morning ritualViolent spasms burst outsurging from within.

  • We Are Just Stewards

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    We are just stewards in this great house we live in,Made for and inherited by our Father with love.We need to take great care of what we were given,Until we move in with Him up in perfection above. Fix and mend what becomes broken.Heal and comfort dwellers who are sick.Dust and clean what becomes dirty.Restore…

  • Do or Say

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    Is there anything I can do or say that would bring back your smile?Is there anything I can do or say that would make life again worthwhile?Is there anything I can do or say that would make it more okay?Is there anything I can do or say that would give you a better day?If there…

  • Little By Little

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    Little by little you can get things done.It may not be the best, and it may not be fun.It may not go quickly, or smoothly at first,But not doing anything can be vastly worse.So, little by little, do something each day,And soon the hard tasks will be whittled away.

  • Falling Rock

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    Riding through the mountainsWhen I was but a small child,Watching all the sites go by,My eyes would become beguiled. I loved the tall green forest,The dark tunnels we rode through,The Smokey Mountain skies of mistThe sparkling streams of crystal blue. But one sign always bothered me,Watch Out For Falling Rock it read.So, I vigilantly stayed…

  • Green Thumb

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    I don’t have a green thumb. I have killed two cacti in my lifetime. But, I like to think that maybe my green thumb is with words and not greenery, although both need nurturing and can provide beauty, joy, and comfort. I’ll leave the growing of trees to God. I don’t write poems, I grow…

  • To Hear A Thank You

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    Why do you spend hoursPainting pictures to view? Why do you spend timeGiving cards that you drew? Why do you share thoughtsWriting poems to debut? Why do you share resourcesCooking a hot, savory stew? Why do you doThe things that you do?Cuz sometimes it’s delightfulTo hear a thank you! Why do you show patienceMending the…

  • A Village Shouldn’t Stop

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    It takes a village it has often been saidTo raise a child who is genuinely well-bred. But even as a child grows into an adult,They still need others to help and consult. The village shouldn’t stop just because the child isfull grown.Villagers shouldn’t ever let someone go it alone. It’s hard for someone in this…

  • No Buts About It

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    I often feel better when I am productive,But lazing around sure seems seductive. I often feel better when my food is nutritious,But a chocolate doughnut sure taste delicious. I often feel better when I get enough rest,But while binging tv, I become quite obsessed. I often feel better when I am out and social,But being…

  • Wishing Your Life Away

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    When I was little, I was always wishing for future events to hurry up and arrive. My Dad would always shake his head and say, “Your wishing your life away”. I often don’t overly look forwards to things anymore.And before you say how sad, listen.We get so caught up in future plans that might change,When…

  • Thank You For Your Service

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    Thank you for your service,Seems so inadequate to say,For all that you had gone throughAnd for the work you did each day. Thank you for your service.You deserve our utmost respect,For you were doing heroic feats,While at home, we safely slept. Thank you for your service,For doing what we could not,For your sacrifice in violent…

  • Point of View

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    It has been said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. What view do you see looking out? Sadness is in the eye of the unwanted.Disappointment is in the eye of the unappreciated.Worry is in the eye of the unprepared. What view do others see looking in? Love is in the eye of…

  • Take A Seat: The Greensboro Four

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    They just wanted coffee.They just wanted to sit.They just wanted someoneTo have to admit,That they should be treatedLike others being served,That they should shareIn what everyone deserves. But they were told,Time and time again,That those seats were reservedFor more deserving men.But day after day,They came back to tryTo sit at the counterAnd to diversify Until…

  • I Wish I Had Wings

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    There’s a desert in Maine I can’t explain.There’s a monster swimming in Lake Champlain. One man’s mosaics gave new life to Cuba.The Blue Grotto is a picturesque place to scuba. There’s a mountain in Georgia with huge faces of granite.There are craters in Idaho that look like a strange planet. A bathtub ring around draining…

  • Obsession With Blue

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    I’m obsessed with the color blueand I believe that others are too. Broncos’ stadium with an all blue turfSantorini rooftops, all blue, by the surfA make-believe village made up of blue Smurfs And the houses and alleyways in Chefchaouen,The Blue Pearl of Morocco’s man-made haven. I’m obsessed with the color blueand I believe that God…

  • In The Eye Of An Un

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    Boredom is in the eye of the unimaginative. Mediocrity is in the eye of the unindustrious. Complacency is in the eye of the unmotivated. Exacerbation is in the eye of the misunderstood. Anxiety is in the eye of the uncontented. Fear is in the eye of the unbelieving. Hate is in the eye of the…

  • Creative Interruptions

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    Late at night when I’m ready to relax,I put down my phone, so I’m not side-tracked.I sit down to stream my favorite show,But soon my mind is on the goOf ideas for poems that I could write.Coming up with the rest sometimes takes all night.And just when I hit the remote to continue,Another rhyme occurs…

  • Favorite Chimes

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    My favorite church bells are those that chimeIn the white gloved hands of instrument ringers,Keeping up in rhythm and musical time,Often accompanied by silken robed singers. Outside the steeple church bells pealCalling the congregation to enter.But the handbells playing inside revealChurch music’s greatest representor. The music I hear from these bells of brass,From the moment…

  • Find It!

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    Photo by kylie De Guia on Unsplash Quote added by Jeannie Johnson Some people find therapy in their kitchen while baking.Some people find it on a hike they are taking. Others may find it while gardening in soils.Still others may find it on the canvas with oils. Some people find it while reading a book,far…

  • How You Look At It

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    They say there’s more than one way to skin a cat,But why the heck would you want to do that? They say the early bird catches the worm,But the poor early wiggler may have a short term. They say don’t count your chickens before they hatch,But what if you wanted breakfast as your morning catch.…

  • What Do Animals Do For Fun?

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    What do animals do for fun?They don’t pretend or play ball in the sun.They don’t do puzzles or play video games.They don’t knock down toy, ten pin frames.They don’t have the Internet or books to read.They don’t ride bikes or race toy cars for speed. What do animals do for fun I ask ya?They silently…

  • What It Takes

    What It Takes

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    It takes many small steps to climb a great mountain.It takes many drops of water to fill a great fountain.It takes many tall trees to make a great forest.It takes many strong singers to make a great chorus.It takes many small actions to achieve a great goal.It takes many small pieces to make up a…

  • 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…

  • A Lot of Things

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    A lot of things that can’t be done only can’t because one hasn’t begun.A lot of things that can’t be done only can’t because it just isn’t fun.A lot of things that can’t be done only can’t because it would cost a ton.A lot of things that can’t be done only can’t because it would…

  • Perceptions Over the Phone

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    Photo by Chivalry Creative on Unsplash After I have a conversation,I often feel a disturbing sensation,Like what I’ve said was misunderstood,Perceived to be rude or not very good,Like whatever I said may have hurt their feelings,Or didn’t come across as socially appealingLike whatever I said wasn’t what I quite intended,And I need to call back…

  • Butterfly

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    Photo by Dhru J on Unsplash This was a poem that I wrote when I was a young child, and it was my mother’s favorite. And even though you are no longer with us, this is for you Mom! Butterfly, butterfly, in the sky,Tell me, oh tell me, oh tell me whyYou fly so high,…

  • Just Try It!

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    I know you sayWhy should I pray.Just try it! You just might seeHe’ll set you free.Just try it! Free from worry, free from guilt,He’s the rock on which faith was built.Just try it! He may not take hard times away,But He’ll give you strength day by day.Just try it! It doesn’t ever have to beSome…

  • I Shall Not Write In Vain

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    Inspired by my favorite Emily Dickenson poem, VI (If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking) My poems may not always hit the right mark.They may not always create a long-lasting spark.My poems may not always bePerfectly metered, long soliloquys. But if just one of my poems reaches just one earTo lesson a sorrow or…

  • Let Go, Let God

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    Although I’m sometimes sad, I’m not without hope.It doesn’t have to end with a gun or a rope.For I know God loves me and I know He loves you too,So just hang on one more day, that’s all you need to do. Then another and another, until you begin to seeThis too shall soon pass,…

  • The Four Unfortuitous Elements of Life

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    Air refreshesEarth suppliesFire forgesWater purifies Air refreshes: brings life to what was staleEarth supplies: gives nourishment to the frailFire forges: makes things combined strongWater purifies: takes away what doesn’t belong Air refreshesEarth suppliesFire forgesWater purifies Air: to breathe, to cool, to ventilateEarth: to grow, to forage, to recreateFire: to heat, to weld, to lighten the…

  • Starry Night

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    Swirly tempest skyPeaceful town lodging belowChaotic tranquility

  • Sedgwick Pie

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    No matter what you believe to be right,One man had the faith and the foresightTo encircle his family’s graves facing each other,So on Judgement Day, he could again greet his brother.Instead of facing east towards the sun,They were all laid to rest facing loved ones.Concentric circles as each family member did enter,Their toes all pointed…

  • A Monument: Pride Or Pain (To Never Forget)

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    When I pass by itWith pride or pain,I want to always rememberThe victors or slain. To never forgetThe raw history it teaches,The vivid story it tells,The silent lessons it preaches. And though it should neverBe worshiped or idolized,The meaning behind itShould always be analyzed. Whether to remember a wrongWhich should never be repeated,Or to honor…

  • Keep Humble Starts Growing

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    Great things often start from humble beginnings.You may not see its end or collect all its winnings. A mighty oak starts from one humble seed.Saving the world starts from one noble deed. One family’s fortune starts with one lonely laith.One Nation’s providence starts with one act of faith. A brilliant idea starts from one tiny…

  • Haiku Hues: Watercolors of Refinement – Pink Refinement

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    Sweat runs down my face.Not just a walk, but a race,-A cure to find- pace.

  • Haiku Hues: Watercolors of Refinement – Purple Refinement

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    Royal river NileFlowing with the crocodiles.Desert sands for miles.

  • Haiku Hues: Watercolors of Refinement – Gold Refinement

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    Gold rains down on me.I’ve not won the lottery.Sunshine rays are free!

  • Haiku Hues: Watercolors of Refinement – Red Refinement

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    Water falls to cleanse.Scrub away all of my sins.A new life begins.

  • Haiku Hues: Watercolors of Refinement – Blue Refinement

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    Morning tears are shed.Push to make it out of bed,After prayers are said.

  • It’s Not My Thing, But It’s Something

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    If you have a thing that you like to do,Do it with passion even if it’s just for you.Let no one tell you it’s not worth while,As long as it’s something that makes you smile.Let no one tell you that it’s a waste of time,Even if it fails or won’t make one dime.It’s your thing…

  • Giving Thanks

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    We thank you Lord for family and friends.We thank you Lord that your love never ends.We thank you Lord for all you provide.We thank you Lord that you’re on our side.We thank you Lord for each November,A day set aside for us to remember.We thank you Lord, and we prayThat we will be thankful every…

  • Turkey, Not Just for Thanksgiving Anymore

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    Of all the birds, I love to eatThe turkey is my favorite.It really has such scrumptious meat.Oh, how I love to savor it. When I was young, the only timeI ever could enjoy this birdWas ‘round Thanksgiving’s Day to dine,Which really seemed to be absurd. I could eat it every ThursdayNot only on Thanksgiving.If, of…

  • Ask And Receive

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    When I asked You into my life,You wrote Your words upon my heart.When I asked You into my life,That’s when my life did truly start.When I asked You into my life,You remembered my sins no more.When I asked You into my life,You opened up Heaven’s door.If I had never asked You into my life,You would…

  • Help Me Make It

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    I don’t have a poem today. I don’t have very much to say. Just simply this, Lord, I pray, Help me make it through this day. I don’t have a song today. I don’t have very much to say. Maybe tomorrow, Lord, I pray. Help me make it one more day. I do have a…

  • Haiku Jr.

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    Did you knowA shorter haikuIs a Lune? Lunes are three five three.Haikus are five, seven, five.Both are Poetry.

  • History or Mystery: Let’s Leave it Be

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    In response to the Titan submersible expedition which imploded on June 18th, 2023, while exploring the remains of the Titanic, killing all on board. Whatever treasure lies deep under the seaBelongs to the fishes now, let’s leave it be. Let’s not visit the deep simply like it’s a museum,Things buried so deep, we might never…

  • Tragedy (Be Careful What You Say)

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    The sinking of the Titanic: April, 15th, 1912 They said that you would never fail at sea.But, down you sank into the depths of night.So confident, you sailed majestically,Till humble too late, you gave up the fight. But down you sank into the depths of night,Taking with you many innocent lives,Till humble too late, you…

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    Photo by Serhat Beyazkaya on Unsplash Provoker Of Emotional Thought

  • Blind Mice

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    Another childhood favorite – written at age 12 Three blind mice went to sit on a tack, One named John and the other named Jack. Barthalomule, the third, was devoured by a bird. The second one, Jack, was devoured by a cat. The first one, John, didn’t get along. So he moved away, all the…

  • 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…

  • One Day with You

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    One day, I’d love to walk with youHolding hands, side by side,To run to you from far away,Our bodies to collide. One day, I’d love to stand and hugWithout holding on so tightFor fear of falling, not from wantingTo dance close with you all night. One day, I’d love to freely move,Less work for you…

  • A Problem Like Oxford

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    How do you solve a problem Like Oxford? How do keep his claws Upon the ground? And how do you delay His biting teeth away? How do you have peace When he’s around? How do you solve a problem Like Oxford? How do you keep your bathroom Safe and sound?

  • Obsession with Poe

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    Edgar Allen Poe, man of tragedy,Sadness from childhood to maturity.A life imitated by gripping art;A soul who comes up with The Tell Tale HeartAnd My Beautiful Annabellee. A cat all black and full of mystery,Whimsical, light-hearted, and fancy free,With sharp claws that scratch and tear things apart,With such personality, it would confound Descartes.Edgar Allen Poe…

  • The Civil Sonnet

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    Those gallant men who fought the warWithout real food, reprieve or rest,Who never quit, though tired or sore,There greatest foe, their greatest test. Brave men in grey, brave men in blue,Good friends who chose a different side;Their way of life was split in two.Their bodies were not all that died. No one should blame the…

  • Pay Attention

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    God works in many wonderful ways If we pay attention. If we don’t, all we might find Is hardship and apprehension.

  • By Journey’s End

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    The journey starts at a tender young ageChanging and progressing with each new stage.Not exactly knowing the way I must go,But knowing each mile will only help me to grow. And though sometimes scary, different than planned,I must change though, I may not understand,Just where this journey is leading me to,But I know it’s something…

  • 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…

  • This Is the Day…Easter

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    This is the day He rose for meAfter dying on a cross on Calvary.This is the day He rolled away stoneTo show us that we are not all alone. This is the day His task was completeAfter atoning for sin with nailed hands and nailed feet.This is the day all hopelessness was curedBecause of the…

  • Little Wish

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    Another childhood favorite written at age 12. I had a little wishTo own a little fishThat would swishAnd swish and swish.

  • This Is The Day…Good Friday

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    This is the day His hands bled for me.This is the day He was nailed to a tree.This is the day He cried in agony.This is the day that He died for me. This is the day He was buried by men.This is the day that He took away sin.This is the day not all…

  • Get Me Through the Day

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    Show me what to do Lord.Teach me what to say.Make me still and listen,To get me through the day.

  • 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…

  • Judging Appearances

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    It is a fear…Being distant and too guardedMight make one seem a bit cold-hearted.But that might not be the caseIf looking closely at their face.They might be saddened or be scared,Not the fact that they’ve not cared.They might be putting up a front-And to be just downright blunt-You shouldn’t judge them solely,Acting all righteous and…

  • 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…

  • Teddy Bears

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    In honor of World Bear Day Written at age 12 in the hospital surrounded by my favorite gift, stuffed teddy bears to keep me company. Teddy bears have no cares.Teddy bears make no dares.Teddy bears are often mute.Teddy bears are, oh, so cute. Teddy bears never lie.Teddy bears never die.Teddy bears never hurry.Teddy bears are…

  • Peace of Mind

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    Take nothing for granted,Be humble and kind,Be grateful and helpful,And you’ll have peace of mind.

  • Time and Effort

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    Sometimes things happen in life to teach us important lessons,If we take the time and effort to learn them,They can become our greatest blessings.

  • The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Calleen Mc Dugal

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    The seventeenth in the McLimerick Series Young Calleen McDugal often was frugalWith the chicken that she bought each week.There was only one part she would put in her cart,Not the leg, nor the thigh, but the cheek.

  • The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Carly McCurdle

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    The sixteenth in the McLimerick Series Young Carly McCurdle thought she needed a girdleTo make herself slim at the waste.Her fiancé greatly sighed and just had to confide,Full-figured was more to his taste.

  • The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Sean McShamus

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    Young Sean McShamus was not very famous,But desperately wanted to be.He bought a new camera to show off his stamina,But fright kept on knocking his knees. The fifteenth in the McLimerick Series.

  • 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.

  • Don’t Drink and Jig

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    He danced a dance with vim and vig.The music played throughout the night.An Irishman did dance a jig. Between each round, he’d take a swigOf that good stuff they call white light.He danced his dance with vim and vig. He danced so fast he lost his wig;He drank so much it blurred his sight.An Irishman…

  • The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Dotty McCartle

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    The fourteenth in the McLimerick Series Young Dotty McCartle often would startleWhen fireworks started to boom.While others elated and loudly celebrated,Dotty shut herself up in her room.

  • The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Paddy McBain

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    The thirteenth in the McLimerick Series Old Paddy McBain slowly walked with a caneEverywhere he went throughout town.As a rule of thumb, he always padded his bumJust in case he ever fell down.

  • The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Quinn McCrumpet

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    The twelfth in the McLimerick Series Old Quinn McCrumpet learned to play the trumpet.He played for both pleasure and tip.Playing all Christmas Eve without a reprieve,He was gifted a king size lip.

  • The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Winnie McHara

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    The eleventh in the McLimerick Series Old Winnie McHara proudly wore her tiaraOn her head wherever she went.It wasn’t that royal; it was just made of foilAnd quite often it would become bent.

  • The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Patty McDaniel…A Few Years Later

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    The Tenth in the McLimerick Series Young Patty McDaniel needed a manualTo do things without getting riled.When her son wanted to play, to her dismayOne doesn’t come with a child.

  • The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Patty McDaniel

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    The ninth in the McLimerick Series Young Patty McDaniel needed a manualFor every little thing that she did.With the stork on the way, to her dismayOne doesn’t accompany a kid.

  • The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Shamus McEnnis

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    The eighth in the McLimerick Series Young Shamus McEnnis loved to play tennis,Although he wasn’t that good at sports.He’d jump over the net, the ball to getAnd end up splitting his shorts.

  • 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.

  • The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Lucy McSimmons

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    The sixth in the McLimerick Series Old Lucy McSimmons only ate lemonsWhich made her pucker and wince.With her sour appearance, all gave her wide clearance,So now she’ll only eat quince.

  • The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Thomas McLeary

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    The fifth in the McLimerick Series Old Thomas McLeary grew tired and wearyOf hearing his wife prattle on.He stood on the floor, walked out of the door,And continued until he was gone.

  • The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Ginny McTuttle

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    The fourth in the McLimerick Series Old Ginny McTuttle was not very subtleWhen discussing her opinions of youth.Their faces to pasted, her advice always wastedOn ears that don’t like the pure truth.

  • The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Michael McBrady

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    The third in the McLimerick Series Young Michael McBrady met a fine ladyWhile swimming nude in a lake.He asked her to marry, and live on the prairie.She dunked him and called him a rake.

  • The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Sally McTavish

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    The second in the McLimerick Series Young Sally McTavish often did lavishHer youngins with candy and gum.When belly aches occurred, it was often conferredThat she wasn’t the greatest of mums.

  • The Townsfolk of McLimerick: Nigel McDugal

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    The first in the The McLimerick Series Old Nigel McDugal had a grand funeralAnd all of his friends did doubt.When asked how he died, the minister sighedAnd said he had finally wore out.

  • A Greater World

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    A world without money where everyone chips in,A world without violence, deception, and sin,A world without bullying, slander, or hate,This would be a world that would be truly great. Let’s all do our part to make this happen!

  • The Cure

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    There is a cureBut it can’t be bought.There is a cureBut it must be taught. There is a cureWe can’t keep to our self.There is a cureWe can’t hoard on a shelf. There is a cureThat we all can find.There is a cureFor all Hunan kind. There is a cureand it’s not a fraud.Simply put,The…

  • Piano Dancing

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    Since my legs won’t move, I let my fingers do my dancingOver the keys, stroking and romancing. With a jump and a kick and a staccato beat,I let my fingers emulate my feet!With a slide and a stretch across the ivory,My hands just glide in all their finery.With a jig and a bounce across the…

  • What I long For

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    I long for opportunities…Not to be rich or to become noticed,But to help in any way I can.

  • One Rainy Night(A True Story)

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    Driving in a sleet of rainOne night while out with friends,I oversteered to avoid debrisCausing wild three sixty spins. I tried to take back control,But I soon ran out of luck.The median came swiftly,And so did the semi-truck! I managed to stop quicklyRight before we horribly collided.“I think now, someone else should drive,”I shakingly confided.…

  • How Many Times

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    How many times mustAnd elephant sneezeBefore he falls downOn his elephant knees. How many times mustA hyena laughBefore he splits his sidesIn hyena halves. How many times mustA gorilla playThe drums on his chestBefore you’ll run away. How many times mustA kitty cat lapUp all his milkBefore his kitty cat nap. How many times mustA…

  • My Foundation and My Rock

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    He’s my foundation and my rock,Makes me stay silent and take stock,Makes me strong, makes me strive,Makes me glad to be alive. He’s my calm against the storm,Makes me rise above the norm,Makes me content, gives me peace,His love will never cease.

  • Thanks, No Matter What

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    Thank you LordFor this day.Make my headacheGo away.I want to leave:I don’t want to stay.Help me through this,Lord, I pray.

  • True Endurance

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    For every curseThere is a blessing.For every problemThere is a cure.God helps me with everythingI have to endure.

  • Free Will

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    Where there is a will,There is a way. God gave us free will,And we find waysTo screw it up!

  • Hope, Chances, and Opportunities

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    Hope for chances that bring opportunity.Take a chance on that opportunity to let hope grow.Use that opportunity, that chance, to realize your hope,Which is to give all three of these things to others.

  • One Of God’s Gifts To Us

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    It’s both flexible and strong.You really can’t go wrong.Perfect for furniture or floor.It’s really something to adore.Long and tall, thin and thick,Its more than just a pretty stick. It often has more than one hue.It’s quite a lovely sight to view.From lemon lime to dark jungle green,Its color gives off an amazing sheen.From reddish brown…

  • Be Careful What You Convey

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    When does a joke go to far?How far do you go for a hardy- har- har?When it hurts someone’s feelings,Leaves them stunned and reeling,Who does that say who you are? To joke at one’s expense,To leave them angry and tense,Was it worth what was said,To get smacked in the head?Should they not have taken offense?…

  • 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!

  • IF Believing Is Naive

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    If having trust in Him is unguarded,I will be open hearted. If feeling safe from worry is unwise,Let His spirit in me rise. If feeling hope and joy is unenlightened,Let my soul be brightened. If being loved is naïve,I will believe.

  • 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.

  • What comes out of your Mouth When everything Goes South

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    (A True Story) Following a large truck one dayAs I was going to a meeting,To claim a minor accident,The sun was hotly beating. The car late last night, I didn’t seeAs it flew around a corner.I pulled out in time to hit his back.The man was such a scorner. “I’m very late for my party,”…

  • This, Not That

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    Teach, not scold.Stand, not fold. Laugh, not taunt.Help, not haunt. Worry, not hover.Love, not smother. Preach, not condemn.Strengthen, not hem. Share, not hoard.Humble, not lord. Protect, not control.Forgive, not parole. Persuade, not bully.Indulge, not fully. Lift, not deflate.Love, not hate.

  • Not By Extremes

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    How was your day?How do you feel?If you don’t want to tell me,It’s no big deal. I’ve been better;I’ve been worse.I don’t want to rave,But, I don’t need to curse! How have you been?How is it going?I’m only asking,For I’ve no way of knowing. I’ve been up;I’ve been down.Not donning a smile,But, not wearing a…

  • No Hesitations In keeping Relations

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    If you feel the urge to give someone a call,Don’t hold back, don’t even stall! You may brighten their day; they may tell you to go,But if you don’t try, you will never know. And you may never know how your call was received.How you called just the right moment to fill a great need.…

  • What You Can Do

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    As I lay in bed in pain,Trying not to go insane,Envying ones who never knew,They take for granted what they can do. If they knew, would they complain?Would they live their life so vain?Sadly, I have done that too.We take for granted what we can do. I wish I could do the mundaneInstead of lying…

  • Fits and Sneezes

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    Early in the morning when the sun comes up,I spring out of bed, and I feed my pup.I open the window for an early breeze,And out of my nose shoots a massive sneeze. I close the window and cross to the door,And on my way over, shoot a dozen more.I grab a few tissues, and…

  • TEACH ME

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    Lord, teach me in the morning.Lord, teach me in the night.Lord, teach me now and always.Lord, teach me what is right. Lord, hold me in the morning.Lord, hold me in the night.Lord, hold me now and always.Lord, hold me very tight. Lord, keep me in the morning.Lord, keep me in the night.Lord, keep me now…

  • 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…

  • Today!

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    I wrote a poem today!You might not like it,But, then again, you may.It was simply a thoughtI just had to convey. I sang a song today!You might not like it,But, then again, you may.I just couldn’t containMy joy on display. I said a prayer today.You might not like it,But, then again, you mayI just wanted…

  • A Not So Practical Joke

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    This was written in a time when teenagers did not have cell phones glued to their hips, in a time when most households only had one phone and it was placed either in the kitchen or in the entry hall, maybe beside the coat closet in which I picture little Lizzy whispering in the dark.…

  • Friskie, the Cat Trilogy

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    I wrote these three poems when I was a young teenager for my Calico cat named Friskie. They still remain to be some of my favorite poems that I have written sentimentally. Shortly after I wrote them, they appeared in the National Shut In Society booklet, a circulation for people who can not leave their…

  • Lady Under the Sea

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    There was an old lady who lived under the sea.She lived in the coral with an anemone. Dining on kale leaves and green algae tea,She wore a fine boa of Irish seaweed. She played with the dolphins and swam with such glee.On the backs of sea turtles, she salt water-skied. Befriending the sharks, she had…

  • The Collection

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    I have a collectionOf stuff on my shelf,From my selection,All by myself. The collection is small,But the content is great.To add another piece,I just can’t wait. But what does it do,You may ask yourself?Why, all it does isJust sit on my shelf. I might, one dayGive it all away.

  • What We Won’t Need in Heaven

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    Deadlines and passwords,Insurance and fraud,Words we won’t needUp in heaven with God.

  • We are Gardeners

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    If we plant a seed, God will make it grow,But we must be careful with what we sow. We are the hands that were given the calling,Though sometimes our actions can be very appalling. Do we yell at it when it’s taking too long?Do we shove it aside when we don’t get along? Do we…

  • Plant A Seed

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    We can plant a seed and tend it so,But we’re not the ones who make it grow. We can give it refreshment with water and soil,But we’re not the ones that provide this spoil. We can give it light to make it thrive,But we’re not the ones that keep it alive. We can talk to…

  • Our Differences Make Us Special

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    Different isn’t a four-letter word.It’s special and makes you creative.Even through the tears and pain,It makes you strong and contemplative. It makes you see and hear and moveIn different and interesting ways,With positivity, humor, and thoughtTo guide you through your days. The deaf man who never has to hear complaints. The woman in a wheelchair…

  • Think of It this Way

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    Some people look at my chair with awe.Some people look at it with pity.The former I think inspiring.The latter I think quite shi***. My posture is quite crooked.My spine never will be straight.Some think it a cosmic tragedy,I was resigned to such a fate Everything I do is much harder,But when achieved, more satisfying too.Just…

  • Artificial Intelligence

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    When the writers in Hollywood went on strike in September of 2023, I, as a writer, took notice, and this rant was my cathartic result. I don’t believe that AI will ever replace us, but then again, how many people now a days can go a day without it. I’m not against progress and tools…

  • Cursing

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    Swearing and cursingWhen you’re conversingIs needless and crudeAnd sometimes just rude. Such words, four letter,Are often much betterWhen used to disturb,Not just a noun or a verb. These words lose their punchWhen used a whole bunch.They stop, point, and shockWhen not used ‘round the clock. They should emphasize a point,Not put one out of joint.…

  • The Watch

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    -Dedicated to Uncle Frank, the watchmaker, with love. –Died January 6, 1990 The seconds tick by slowly.The minutes seem like years.But, the hours go so quickly,Wearing on the gears. The face is very simple.The hands, they never cease.The watch serves its purpose,Each and every piece. The band, though warn and rough,Keeps the heart in its…

  • Going Home

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    When I go home, I will missThe beauty of the Earth,The sweetest of its sounds and smells,The joy of giving birth. When I go home, I will leaveThe envy and the hate,The fear of being all alone,Pollution we create. When I go home, I will haveThe same love and company,Up in Heaven with my Father,With…

  • Pro Right/Pro Choice Series

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    This is my series about four different situations in which a choice is made and everyone involved is affected. Everyone’s situation is different and personal to them, and only they can decide and live with those decisions which is never easy. I wrote the first one as a teenager and the others followed as I…

  • The Lord Will Provide

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    Whatever our ripples, or how turns the tide,Among great tempest, the Lord will provide! In times of sorrow, and times of need,Wait on the Lord to comfort and feed. In times of sickness, and times of dread,Wait on the Lord, for He is not dead. In times of loneliness, in times of doubt,Wait on the…

  • Window of Life

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    I looked out the window,The window of life,Only to findDestruction and strife. I looked to the leftAnd what did I see?People all laughing,Laughing at me. I looked to the rightAnd what did I find?Uncaring sinners,Sinners, all kinds. But I looked toward Heaven,Happy to seeJesus, my LordSmiling at me!

  • Venting

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    A Metaphor I want meat, not brothTo feel like some wasteful sloth;To taste the grizzle of each new day,Gnashing between my teeth.I want the spice of life to take,Not just the crumbs thrown down to meOn the cold, hard floor.I’m tired of taking the scrapsThat happen to fall at my feet,But, can’t yet grasp the…

  • The Problem with Pedestals

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    They put her on a pedestalAnd there alone she stood,On such a tiny space,On such fragile wood.They praised her for the heights she reached.They praised her for her poise.Their praises grew so thunderousSoon all she heard was noise. At such heights, the air grew thin.Her breath grew hard to keep.The clouds passed by from time…

  • Accomplishment Starts with You

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    Edgar GuestDescribed it best.It’s up to youTo do the thingsYou want to do.To be the bestWith the thingsYou quest. No one will tell youHow it’s done.It’s up to youTo be number one. So, if appraisal is what you hear,Be very thankful and share some cheer!But, if rejection is in the end,Be pleasant, be firm, and…

  • How To Be Me

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    How different the day would beIf my legs were not wheels,Stepping on people’s toes insteadOf running into heels. How easier the day would beTo walk instead of roll,Doing things that everyone canDo to fulfill the soul. How cleaner my whole world would beIf dirt I did not track,Keeping things from becoming soiled,That’s something I do…

  • What Makes a Wonderful Day

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    What makes a wonderful day?When the sun is outAnd the children can play,When there’s a nice cool breeze,And the air smells sweet,And a clear blue skyIs a wonderful treat,With a mountain near,When the weather is nice,To go camping here,When the wind is rustlingThrough the trees,And there’s a sweet smell of honeyMade by nearby bees.That’s what…

  • Boot Camp for Heaven

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    My life is boot camp for Heaven.My death a battleground for war.My soul the spoil for the victor;With Him I’ll rest for evermore. My soul will be tempted to quit.My mind will be tempted to stray.My body will thirst and hungerFor an easier, more peaceful way. My wounds and scars will heal.My body lifted when…

  • You Are Not Alone

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    I have something for you to readIf you ever feel the need.If you’re feeling lonely and blue,Know that someone cares for you.If you’re feeling full of doubt,Know that we can work it out!Just reread this little poemAnd know that you are not alone!

  • Greater If left Unbridled

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    It’s hard to take off the training wheelsWhen they’ve been supporting the bike for so long.It’s hard to see the bike wobble and sway,Hoping nothing goes terribly wrong. But if the training wheels never come off,The bike will never truly be free,To swerve and glide, skid and ride,Just how it was meant to be. Even…

  • Each Day

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    Each day I wake.Each day I sleep. Each day I laugh.Each day I weep. Each day I hate.Each day I love. Each day I sink,Then rise above. Each day I hurt.Each day I heal. Each day I give.Each day I steal. Each day I teach.Each day I learn. Each day I wait,To take my turn.…

  • Life Cycle

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    First we lay, and then we sit.Next we crawl, nothing we omit.Then we stand straight and tallAnd then we run without a fall. We learn to skate and then to ski,Lucky to get by with just a scrapped knee.This day and age, now we can fly.And off we go into the night sky. And, then…

  • The Thing That’s Wrong with Peas

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    I wish peas were square,Then they wouldn’t roll off everywhere.They’re sweet and deliciousBut the rolling’s quite vicious,When you find most of them under your chair! They won’t stay on your fork.They won’t even stay on your plate.To be mushed on the groundEven if they’re ever foundSeems to be their inevitable fate. Maybe there is some…

  • Ask Why

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    Before you Complain,Ask why.If your rejected,Ask why.If someone wrongs you,Ask why.Before you act, speak, or respond,Ask why.Before you tell your child to stop asking why,Ask why! When I was little, my favorite word was “why”. I would ask my Dad many times throughout the day, “why?” He would answer every time and I learned a…

  • One Good Year Deserves Another

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    January, my birthday time.February, a love of mine.March, I hear St. Patrick chime. First quarter of the year for meIs filled with happy harmony. April, month of sister’s birth.May, the sun’s warmth comes back to Earth.June, the beach calls with sand and surf. Half the year spent in splendor.Makes me yearn for sweet surrender. July,…

  • The Lord’s Provision Has No End

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    The Lord provides in many great ways,Throughout our lives, for all or our days. He provides for us and helps us sowGood works in ways which we may never know. A smile, a hug, a friendly helloAre just a few ways we can help his love show. The Lord is the One who opens the…

  • Sinners Welcome, All enter free

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    Jeannie Johnson
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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.…

  • Facing Storms Together

    Facing Storms Together

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    Jeannie Johnson
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    When the rain starts to pour and the wind starts to blow, Stay right beside me, I won’t let you go. Even if it should storm through the night, I’ll be right beside you to calm all your fright. Don’t worry and fret when you see lightening flash. There is nothing to fear, for this…

  • It Never Seems Quite Fair

    It Never Seems Quite Fair

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    Jeannie Johnson
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    Late at night, when the moods just right, And the air is hot and dry, This is the hour that I take my shower, And never do I ask why. Besides the fact that it’s a humanly act, And it takes away any smell, It’s fresh to my senses, my body it cleanses, And it’s…